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[ SMAU ] 𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! in which the reader breaks the news to the jujutsu kaisen men that they will never be able to have penetration because of a medical condition .

୨୧˚ incl; satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo

୨୧˚ cw; profanity , allusions to sex , medical terms , angst if you squint

୨୧˚ an; THIS REQ WAS SOOO CUTEEE🙁☹️☹️ also there’s a typo in gojo’s, “god you’re* so vulgar” PLEASE I KNOW THE DOFFERENCE BETWEEN YOUR AND YOURE IM A STARRRRR

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── .✦ choso always cries during sex

choso always cries.

not sobbing, not wailing. just quiet tears that slip from the corners of his eyes and track down his temples into his hair. you noticed it the first time, when he was trembling beneath you, his big hands hovering at your hips like he was afraid to touch.

“are you okay?” you’d whispered, stilling.

his eyes, dark and liquid, had blinked up at you. “y-yeah,” he’d choked out, voice thick. “you’re just… so pretty.”

you’d laughed softly, leaning down to kiss the tear away. “you're silly.”

but it kept happening. every time. when you’re on top, riding him slow, watching his face contort with pleasure, the tears come. when he’s behind you, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his breath hitching with each thrust, you can feel the dampness on your skin afterward.

tonight, you have him pinned to the mattress, one hand tangled in his dark hair, the other guiding his cock into your mouth. he’s already leaking, pre-cum bitter-salt on your tongue, his hips making tiny, aborted thrusts into the air.

“f-fuck,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “your mouth—s'good—”

you hum around him, taking him deeper, and his back arches off the bed. a broken sound tears from his throat, and when you glance up, the tears are already there, glistening in the low light.

you pull off with a wet pop. “why're you crying, baby?”

he blinks, more tears spilling over. “i-i don't know,” he mumbles, cheeks flushing. “i just— i love you so much.”

you crawl up his body, settling to straddle his hips. his hands immediately find your waist, thumbs stroking the soft skin there. you lean down, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. he tastes like the salt of his tears.

when you sink down onto him, taking him in one smooth, slow slide, he gasps against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut. fresh tears escape through his lashes.

“open your eyes,” you murmur, rolling your hips. “look at me, cho.”

he obeys, his gaze hazy with pleasure and unshed tears. you move above him, setting a rhythm that has him panting, his fingers digging into your flesh. you watch his face—the parted lips, the fluttering eyelids, the way his brow furrows just before pleasure crests.

“you’re so beautiful,” he breathes, the words ragged. “i can’t—hah—i can’t believe you’re real. that y-you want me.”

a tear rolls down into his ear. you catch it with your thumb.

“of course i want you,” you whisper, leaning close so your lips brush his. “i love you, cho.”

that does it. his composure shatters. a sob rips from his chest as his orgasm hits, his hips stuttering up into you, his release flooding hot inside you. you ride him through it, milking every last pulse, until he’s boneless and spent beneath you, tears still silently falling.

but you’re not done. the feel of him pulsing inside you, the sight of him utterly wrecked and weeping, sends your own need spiraling tight and urgent. you don’t stop moving. your pace shifts from the deep, rolling rhythm to something sharper, more frantic, chasing your own peak against the sensitive friction of him still buried deep within you.

his eyes fly open, wide and dazed. “a-again? i’m s-sensitive—” he gasps, but his hands tighten on your hips, not pushing you away, but holding on as his oversensitive nerves scream.

“shh,” you soothe, leaning forward to brace your hands on his chest, your hair creating a curtain around both your faces. “just let me. keep those pretty eyes on me.”

and he does. through a fresh sheen of tears, he watches you fall apart above him. your breaths turn to sharp pants, your movements becoming less controlled, more desperate. his softened cock is still inside you, a delicious, full pressure that rubs exactly where you need it with every frantic grind of your hips.

“so perfect,” he chokes out, his voice wrecked and reverent. his thumbs stroke circles on your hip bones, an anchor amidst the storm you’re riding. “c-c’mon, baby. come for me— please—”

his permission, his worship, is the final key. your climax crashes over you, a blinding, convulsing wave that makes you cry out, back arching. you clench around him rhythmically, milking another weak, shuddering pulse of release from his oversensitive body, which pulls a broken whine from his lips.

you collapse forward, your sweat-slicked chest pressing against his, your forehead resting in the crook of his neck. both of you are breathing in ragged, syncopated gasps. his arms come up to wrap around you, holding you close, his hands tracing shaky patterns on your back.

after a long moment, you shift just enough to look at his face. tear tracks gleam on his flushed skin, his eyelashes are spiky and wet, but his lips are curved in the softest, most satiated smile.

“they're happy tears,” he murmurs, his voice a hoarse whisper. he turns his head, nuzzling into your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you make me happy.”

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Business proposal

Your family sets you up with potential husbands….. rich, influential JJK men… for a business marriage. You try to scare them off by acting weird but it backfires… and now you have 4 men obsessed with you.

Pairings : Yandere JJK men x Reader

Ft. Gojo, Sukuna,Toji, Nanami

A/n: MDNI, 18+, I've decided not to include Geto Suguru😔. I'm sorry cuties

Part 1 - part 2 part 3

Your mother has this particular way of smiling when she's about to ruin your life. It's not malicious per se. She loves you, in her own way. She also happens to see you as an asset that's been sitting on the shelf too long, depreciating while your cousins pop out heirs after heirs

“We’ve found some potential matches for you,” your mother said over breakfast on a random fucking Tuesday “Your father and I think it’s time you settled down.”

The coffee you were drinking nearly comes out your nose, which would’ve been unfortunate because you were wearing white and also because aspirating liquids hurts like a bitch.

“Absolutely the fuck not.”

Your mother didn't even blink. She’d perfected selective hearing around the same time you’d discovered the word ‘fuck’ could be used as a noun, verb, adjective, and general life philosophy.

“Four young men from very good families…”

"We're not in the Bridgeton, mother. Arranged marriages aren't…”

"Business marriages," your mother corrected, sipping her tea "The Kang family did it last year. Their daughter is very happy in Singapore now."

"The Kang daughter cries on Instagram Live every other Tuesday." You stared at her

"She has a Birkin collection. Tears dry, sweetheart. Leather lasts." She stareed back

“Mother, I can’t…”

Your father finally lowered his newspaper “Then we’ll need to reconsider your position at the company. And your living arrangements.”

Ah. There it was. The threat wrapped up in a neat little bow .

Agree to this circus, or lose your cushy job (where you mostly online shopped). And your apartment (paid for by your parents)

You wanted to tell them to shove their arranged meetings up their….

But you also really, really likedhaving money. And not having to eat instant ramen for every meal. And your bathtub. You’ve gotten very attached to that bathtub.

So you smiled “Of course. When do I start?”

Your mother’s face lit up “Wonderful! We’ll have the files sent over.”

Files.

They had FILES on these men.

Nothing says true love quite like a background check and a financial statement.

—

Four names: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento

Four strangers

Fuck that.

If they wanted you to do this, fine. But nobody said you had to make it easy. They’d be begging their mothers to call the whole thing off by week’s end.

And that’s where your brilliant, genius, absolutely foolproof plan came in.

(It's going to blow up in your face spectacularly, but you don't know that yet.)

The files arrived the next morning. You spread the folders across your kitchen counter like you were planning a heist instead of four dates.

Dates. Meetings. Whatever.

—

Folder 1

FUSHIGURO TOJI, 28

His photo looked like a mugshot.

Okay, it wasn’t actually a mugshot, byt he had that vibe.Scar on his lip. Expression that said “I’d rather be literally anywhere else and also fuck you.”

Technically the heir to a massive Zenin equity firm.

Technically. Because apparently Toji was the family disappointment. Estranged from his relatives, only showed up when he needed money. Multiple failed business ventures. A reputation for being a fuck up who lived off his family name while giving them middle fingers in return.

Ah. A broke rich boy.

His social media accounts existed but were barely used. Most photos were him tagged by other people at bars, looking annoyed. One photo of him at what looked like an underground fight club.

Wait.

You zoomed in.

Was that blood on his shirt?

Jesus Christ.

Day 1 - Toji Fushiguro Tuesday, Hotel Bar, Shinjuku

Operation: Bimbo infiltration

Strategy: “Think born yesterday”

Toji shows up at the restaurant looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else. Hes only here because his family threatened to cut off his credit cards.

He doesnt give a shit about marriage or alliances or any of this corporate dynasty bullshit. He likes money. That’s it.

He's not even trying to hide it… slouched in his chair, jacket thrown carelessly over the back, phone out on the table. He barely looks up when you approach.

Perfect. This should be easy.

“Ohmygod, hi!” You chirp “You must be Toji”

And then you trip over absolutely nothing on your way to the table, catching yourself on the edge with a little yelp.

"Oops!!! I’m such a dum dum,” you giggle, batting your eyelashes.

He raises an eyebrow. "You okay?"

"Fine, fine” You wave your hand and somehow knock over the water glass in the process. Ice and water spill across the table, dripping onto his lap.

"Fuck… "

"Oh my god, I'm SO sorry” You grab a napkin and start dabbing at his pants, which puts you in very close proximity to his crotch. "I'm such a mess, I can't believe I did that….”

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "It's fine. Just… sit down."

You sit, face arranged into earnest distress.

"I'm really sorry. I'm just so nervous. These meetings make me all jittery and I get butterfingers and then I do stupid stuff and…” You take a breath. "Sorry. I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous. Ramble, I mean. Just talk and talk and….”

"Got it.” He cuts you off “You're nervous." He takes a long sigh then and looong sip of his drink.

"Super nervous. You're really intimidating, you know?” You laugh, too loud. "But I'm sure you're really nice underneath, right? Like a, um, a cinnamon roll. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside?"

He stares at you.

“Or not.. That's okay too. Not everyone's a cinnamon roll. Some people are just, um, bread. Regular bread. Which is also good!!! Bread is great."

"Are you done?” He finally snaps

"No. I mean yes. Im sorry." You bury your face in your hands. "I'm so bad at this. I don't know why my parents thought I could do this, I can barely order coffee without messing it up… "

The waiter appears. You manage to mispronounce three items on the menu before Toji takes over and orders for both of you.

"Thanks," you smile brightly "I'm not good at fancy words. All those French names, you know?"

"It's Italian."

"Ohh, silly me” You laugh again.

Toji pinches the bridge of his nose.

The hour continues like this. You ramble…. while Toji's expression shifts gradually from bored to annoyed to something approaching existential despair.

By the time you finally stand to leave (knocking your purse off the bar in the process), he looks like he's genuinely considering faking his own death to avoid a second meeting.

"This was so fun" you smile brightly, gathering your scattered belongings. "We should totally do it again.

He grunts and it might be the sound of his soul leaving his body.

One down

Folder 2

Nanami Kento, 26

Oh.

He looked… normal? Everything about him screamed “responsible adult.”

Investment banker. Impeccable reputation… and they really emphasized IMPECCABLE in the file.

No scandals. No messy breakups. No public relationships at all.

Every article described him as “the perfect gentleman” with 3 P’s … Punctual. Professional. Polite.

He was too perfect. Suspiciously perfect.

Day 2 - Nanami Kento Wednesday, French Restaurant, Roppongi

Operation : Make the Gentleman Squirm

You're five minutes late on purpose.

Nanami is already seated, of course… in his perfectly tailored suit, checking his watch with a small furrow between his brows.

"Mr Nanami, I apologize for the delay," you say sweetly, sliding into your seat.

"It's fine." His tone suggests it is very much not fine. "Traffic, I assume."

"Something like that." You lean forward on your elbows, knowing exactly what that does to your cleavage. “You're even more handsome in person."

Those hazel eyes meet yours, then quickly… very quickly… drop to the menu. “Thank you."

"I mean it." You let your eyes drag down his body, slow and obvious. "That suit fits you really well. Custom, right? Must do wonders for your shoulders."

A faint flush creeps up his neck.

Gotcha.

"I... yes. It's custom."

"I bet you work out." You tilt your head. "You look like you work out. What's your routine? No, wait… let me guess. You're a morning gym guy. Up at five type ."

"Five thirty, actually."

"Close enough." You grin "I'm more of a 'stay in bed until the last possible second' type myself. We're practically opposites.”

He clears his throat. "Perhaps we could order?"

You order something light… you're not really hungry… and spend the entire time making unnecessary eye contact with Nanami.

"I read that you've never had a serious relationship. Is that true?" You ask

He stiffens. "I've been... focused on my career."

"Mmm." You lean closer. "So you're not really experienced then. With women." You trace the rim of your wine glass with one finger.

His eyes follow your finger. Then snap back to your face. “I wouldn't say….”

"It's okay." You reach across the table and pat his hand. Let your fingers brush. "I can work with that. I have lots of experience."

His hand jerks back like "That's... very forward of you."

"Is it?" You bat your eyelashes.

The flush has spread to his ears now.

You spend the rest of the date making increasingly suggestive comments.

The food arrives. You eat slowly, making a show of enjoying every bite. At one point you let out a small sound… and watch Nanami's knuckles go white around his fork.

He sets his fork down. Picks up his water. Takes a very long sip.

By the time the check arrives… he pays, of course, because he's ‘polite’… Nanami Kento looks like he's been through a war.

"Call me." You wink. “ I had fun.”

You left him standing there, looking like he needed a cold shower and possibly a priest.

Two down.

Folder 3

Ryomen Sukuna, 29

His photo was… intimidating.

Tattoos visible even in what was clearly a professional headshot… which, props to whoever convinced him to sit for that. Expression that suggested he was mentally planning your murder.

CEO of a luxury hotel chain with international reach.

Also: multiple arrests.

Three assault charges, all dropped. One arson investigation, dismissed. Suspected ties to organized crime, never proven. The Itadori family's lawyers are apparently worth every yen, because this man should be in prison, not on a dating profile.

You switched to social media. His accounts were private, but fan accounts existed. FAN ACCOUNTS. For a CEO with anger issues??

Rich and dangerous. Probably bored of women throwing themselves at him.

Day 3 - Sukuna Ryomen Thursday, Private Members' Club

Operation: Gold Digger

You walk in wearing every piece of designer clothing you own. Dress with the Dior label clearly visible.

Sukuna makes no move to stand or pull out your chair when you arrive.

“Hi!” You slide into the seat across from him, dropping your designer bag on the table with a heavy thunk. “ Sorry I'm late”

He nods once… crimson eyes dragging over your outfit with absolutely zero expression.

Not impressed. Not disgusted. Just… nothing.

“This place is so fancy. Is it expensive? It looks expensive." You lean forward, smiling brightly.

“Yes.” his expression doesn't change

Okay. Man of few words. You can work with this.

Silence.

The kind of silence that would make most people uncomfortable.

You push through it.

"So," you continue, "I looked you up. Your family is like, really rich, right? What's that like?"

His eyebrow raises slowly. Like he couldn’t believe you’d just asked that. “Is that relevant?"

"Well, yeah." You laugh "I mean, that's why we're here, isn't it? To see if we're a good match? And I think lifestyle compatibility is super important."

Something that might have been disbelief crosses his face.

You flag down a waiter and order the most expensive thing on the menu.

"I love nice things," you explain. "and I can always tell quality when I see it. You can't really put a price on quality, you know? This dress, for example…” You point at the dress “….twenty eight thousand yen. Pre season Dior. I have a personal shopper who gets me things before they hit the regular collections.”

The waiter returns with the champagne. You make him pour you a glass and immediately hold it up to the light, examining it critically.

"This is the '98, right? Not the '02? Because I can tell the difference."

You absolutely cannot tell the difference. You bought your last bottle of wine from a convenience store.

"You're quite….. direct," he says finally…. watching you with an expression that's impossible to read. Disgust? Annoyance? Homicidal intent? All three?

Three words this time! Progress.

"I just believe in honesty." You take a sip of champagne. "I know what I bring to a relationship, and I know what I expect in return. Fair trade, right?"

"And what do you bring?" Sukuna asks, and you can't tell if hes genuinely curious or just morbidly fascinated by your audacity.

You gesture to yourself again, "Isn't it obvious?"

Sukuna picks up his wine glass and drinks half of it in one go. He spoke maybe twenty words total throughout the entire meal.

By the end, he looked ready to flip the table.

"This was fun," you say brightly as you leave. "We should do it again sometime. Maybe somewhere with better champagne?"

He just stares at you like you're an alien species.

“I’ll wait for your message” You give him a little wave. “Ciao!”

Three down

Folder 4

Gojo Satoru, 27

“Oh fuck off” The photo alone made you want to throw your wine at the wall. Gorgeous didn’t even cover it. He looked like someone had designed him specifically to make women stupid.

You kept reading, already annoyed.

Heir to Gojo Enterprises. Worth billions with a B.

There were photos. So many photos.

Gojo at charity galas with models. Gojo at clubs with actresses. Gojo at a beach in Monaco with someone who was definitely an Instagram influencer.…. always with beautiful women who looked like they’d never eaten carbs.

Rich, bored, and fucking everything that moves.

You grabbed your laptop and did what any sane person would do… went full stalker mode on social media.

His Instagram was a goldmine of red flags. The comments were even better.

“Marry me”

“I volunteer as tribute”

“He can ruin my life”

Jesus Christ.

This man has probably seen more lingerie than a Victoria's Secret buyer.

A manwhore with a trust fund

Day 4 - Gojo Satoru Friday, the Peninsula Hotel

Youre going to vomit.

Not from nerves… well, maybe partly from nerves, but mainly because you’ve stress eaten an entire sleeve of crackers in the Uber.

Also, your shapewear was cutting off circulation to your legs.

Why did you wear shapewear under a modest funeral dress? What were you even shaping? The outfit is practically a potato sack.

Too late now.

You're dressed like you're going to a funeral. Or church. Or a funeral at a church. Currently clutching a small cross pendant you borrowed from your grandmother's jewellery box.

You push open the door… which is heavier than it looks and you nearly face plant, great start… and immediately spot him.

Gojo Satoru is impossible to miss. Jesus fucking Christ, those eyes.

He's scrolling on his phone, completely at ease, probably sexting three different women right now.

He looks up when you walk in and smiles

Oh no.

"You must be my future wife," he says, and his voice is warm honey poured over gravel. "I have to say, the photos didn't do you justice."

Don't react. Don't react. You're a good Christian woman who doesn't react to sinful men.

You arrange your face into something you hope reads as "scandalized."

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with me," you say, voice soft and earnest like you're greeting a pastor.

“Of course.” He pulls out your chair… gentleman points, you suppose… and gestures. “Please.”

You sit, immediately folding your hands in your lap like you were at a prayer meeting.

He settles back into his chair, still smiling. That smile hasn’t faltered once. Is it surgically attached to his face?

“Can I get you anything?” he asks. “Coffee? Tea?”

“Just water, please.” You smile sweetly.

The waiter brings water. You thank him quietly, taking small, delicate sips like you were in a Victorian novel.

Gojo leans back, completely comfortable. “So, I have to admit… I was curious when my parents mentioned this meeting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” That smile somehow got wider. “They said you were… different from the usual arrangements.”

Different. That could mean anything.

“Different how?” you ask, tilting your head innocently.

“Just different.” His eyes are doing that sparkly thing. Is he always this sparkly? Its unsettling. “But I’m already intrigued.”

Oh, he was intrigued now.

Just wait.

“That’s very kind of you,” you say, voice still sweet and soft. “I should probably mention something upfront, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Mr Gojo” You fold your hands more carefully, sitting up straighter

"Satoru, please." He sits back down, legs crossed, "Mr Gojo is my father. And he's an asshole, so."

You don't laugh. "I believe in traditional values."

"Oh?" his smile flickers

You pull out your phone and show him your lockscreen… a stock photo of a church you found on Google last night. "I actually volunteer with my local congregation here. We do purity workshops for young women."

"Purity... workshops?"

"Mmhm. Teaching them to save themselves for their future husbands." You tilt your head. "Do you go to church, Mr Gojo?"

“No.”

Just flat out “no.” Not even trying to soften it.

“Oh.” You bit your lip, looking concerned. “That’s… we might need to work on that. I could help you.”

“And I should mention” you add, voice dropping to a more serious tone “ We should have a chaperone for our dates until we’re engaged.”

“A chaperone? Why?”

“Just to avoid temptation!!!! Once we’re engaged we can spend more supervised time together.”

Gojo drained his entire coffee in one long gulp.

The server came by to check on you. Gojo looked at them like they were a life raft. “Actually, could I get another coffee? Double shot.”

Every time Gojo tries to steer the conversation toward something normal…hobbies, work, interests…. you bring it back to your values.

By the time youre finished, Gojo looks like he’s aged five years.

“I’ll be praying about this,” you add brightly. “About whether God is calling us together. I’ll let you know what He reveals to me.”

“Right. God. Sure.”

“Have a blessed evening” You give him your sweetest smile and leave him standing there, probably questioning every decision that has led to this moment.

All down

—

Now you just had to wait for them to reject you.

The week that follows is blissfully silent. No calls. No texts. You’ve done it. You’ve successfully repelled four of the most eligible bachelors in the country through the sheer power of being a fucking nightmare.

You wake up on the eighth day, the morning sun streaming through your window, a victorious smirk on your face. You stretch, feeling lighter than you have in weeks.

The war is over

You reach for your phone on the nightstand to check the time.

And freeze.

Four notifications. Four messages. All received within minutes of each other, night.

Your heart plummets into your stomach. No. No, no, no.

With trembling fingers, you open them.

From: Gojo Satoru… Round two, sweetheart? My place, Friday. Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior.

From: Ryomen Sukuna Name your terms. I’m interested.

From: Nanami Kento… I would like to continue our discussion. Are you free Thursday evening at 7:00 PM?

From: Fushiguro Toji Hey. You’re weird. I’m in.

You drop your phone on your face.

Fuck.

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⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who follows you around like a lost puppy—trailing behind you every time you stop for a chat with your popular friends. He’ll just stand there, large hand enclosed around your pinky and chin resting on your shoulder. He’ll wait patiently, blue eyes darting around the room to entertain himself until you’re done catching up.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who'll buy you coffee and lunch in exchange for coming to spend time with him in the library—finals are right around the corner and he needs to be the highest scorer! He’ll help you with your work too, of course. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who’ll get distracted by your beauty when he’s supposed to be studying for his exams. The way your hair falls over your face, the smile you flash at him when he says something witty, and the way you play with the bracelets on his wrists make him go insane. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who can’t help but eye your cleavage every time you lean over the table—you do this on purpose just to see his cheeks turn pink and stumble over his words. Sometimes you’ll wear a miniskirt and bend over in front of him, yearning for his shy and respectful demeanor to shatter.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who folds so easily—your modest attempt at seduction has his dick straining against his jeans uncomfortably. You know that he’s done for. He’s gnawing on his lip with his eyes trained on you, textbook long forgotten. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who will pack up his stuff with unsettling urgency, grabbing your wrist and dragging you back to his dorm. Meanwhile you celebrate, slick gathering in your panties the rougher his grip on your wrist becomes. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who slams the door behind him, eyes pleading as he pushes you to your knees. You’ll unbuckle his belt with no hesitation, already knowing what he needs—you free his pretty pink dick from the confines of his digimon boxers before taking him into your mouth with a pleased hum. 

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who can be pretty rough if you teased him enough. He’ll bury his pale hand in your scalp, forcing himself in and out of your mouth as whiny moans escape from his lips. He likes it when you choke on him, gasping for air with tears in your eyes.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who’ll pull your nose flush to his pelvis, releasing his milky cum down your throat with a hushed whimper. You’ll swallow, then you’ll rise to your feet—grabbing him by the collar and shoving your tongue into his mouth, making him taste himself.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who will drop to his knees in kind, burying his head underneath your miniskirt to devour you. He’ll eat you out with the same diligence he puts into his assignments—he won’t stop until you're struggling to stand, legs shaking and hips jerking.

⋆˙⟡Boyfriend!Nerdjo who kisses you sweetly, brushing stray strands of hair from your face once you push him away from your overworked pussy. Then he’ll hold you flush to his chest in bed, letting you watch him play his gameboy until you doze off. He wonders how the hell he got so lucky.

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mean!reader walking frat!jo like a dog >_0 !

frat!gojo, who first spotted you during one of the biology lectures he snuck into, just to bother nanami, and he just couldn’t take his eyes off of the quiet, gorgeous girl who seemed to have every answer at the tip of her tongue.

frat!gojo, who tried to brush it off as something silly—you were just a nerd (a pretty one at that), but he figured trying to approach you to get your number wouldn’t be the worst idea, you were gorgeous and it’d be so easy, right? everyone on campus practically threw themselves at him, it should’ve been a piece of cake.

frat!gojo, who’s met with an almost disgusted look on your face, followed with the most incredulous—

“who are you.” almost like it wasn’t a question. looking him up and down in what could only be described as scrutiny, it made him feel like shrinking in your gaze because heavens all he could focus on were how stunning your eyes looked while they looked at him in sheer disinterest.

frat!gojo, who sneaks into the very same class the next week, trying his hand again at talking to you—only to be met with the very same reaction, the same disinterest, the same scoff that was music to his ears. and gojo didn’t know it yet but you were going to be mr.popular frat president’s absolute undoing.

frat!gojo, who’s never studied anything in his life until be began to study you, something about your quirks just drew him in—satoru gojo, the guy who barely needed a textbook to ace all of his exams was jotting down notes, not of the class no, but notes about everything the strange girl with the cute stationary and matching keychains liked.

frat!gojo, who insists on trying to small talk your way into your heart with the two minutes of time you give him each day before you strut your way out of the class, your shoes always clicking on the floor before you’re out of his sight, rolling your eyes, letting out a sigh that had his heart beating nearly out of his chest.

frat!gojo, who’s constantly shooting heart eyes your way, desperately making it through the hallways, tripping over his feet embarrassingly while he tries to catch up to you—

“y/n wait please —“

the second you turn around your heel, he almost comically bumps into you, stopping dead in his tracks, rubbing the back of his neck almost..shyly, for a moment you thought you were dreaming. you knew exactly what kind of reputation gojo had, he was stunning, there was no denying it but he had the reputation of every bit of chaos that had you backing away from him at every chance he tried to get to know you.

frat!gojo, who fumbles around nervously before he asks you for your number under the guise of wanting the notes he was missing from this class that he never took, you agreed knowing full well that it was a bold faced lie, but you could always have your own fun too right?

frat!gojo, who’s now have your habits noted down in his brain (he’s not a stalker he swears !!), trying to ‘bump’ into you at the coffee store you frequent every other morning to get your kick of sugar for the week, awkwardly offering to pay for your coffee while he walks you to class.

frat!gojo, who nearly spams you everyday, staring at his stupid phone screen hoping you’ll reply, and screaming into his pillows when you only send in the notes of the day and disappear, answering absolutely none of his texts that come after.

frat!gojo, who now spends his time staring at his phone, pouting until you give him even a sliver of attention—a part of you wants to know how far he’ll go, if he really means it when he says he wants to impress you, and you want to keep him teetering on edge, to have him wrapped around your fingers, until he’s basically just a pet.

frat!gojo, who once shows up to an evening class half drunk, slurring his words before he stops next to you, babbling about how pretty you are with stars in his eyes, right before you hurl a bottle of water right at his head and get his friends to drag him back to his dorms.

frat!gojo, who doesn’t shut up about this days later, telling everyone about how you threw the bottle right at his face and how this was totally a sign that you’re in love with him, the rest of his fraternity brothers staring at him, nodding politely because they can’t find it in them to tell him anything else.

frat!gojo, who stalks your super private socials, studying your room, buying accessories that match yours just so he can feel closer to you, little does he know you’ve been catering your posts to him bit by bit, obvious enough that he suspects something but subtle enough that he thinks he’s going crazy.

frat!gojo, who has no idea you have him trapped and bound to a leash like a pathetic puppy—he barely notices the way he second guesses every move he makes to make sure you would approve of it, every single time he makes a stupid joke in class he looks over to see if you’ll crack even the slightest smile, he’s falling and he’s falling dangerously fast.

frat!gojo, who now almost lives for the way you tease him, because that means you’re paying attention to him, right? his imaginary tail practically wagging when you make fun of his stupid hair, or scoff or roll your pretty eyes at him, god, his pants tighten like a pathetic teenager who’s never had a crush before.

frat!gojo, who constantly has dreams about you stepping over his pretty chest with those pretty heels you sport once every week, imagining the way you’d dig into his skin, looking down at him with your eyes, with your stupidly pretty smug face, and it has him waking up to a mess in his pants and his pillows in the saddest condition he’s ever seen them.

frat!gojo, who almost chokes on his food when you ‘accidentally’ send him a picture of you in baby blue lingerie, your makeup done all pretty, your nails matching the pretty set. being friends with geto while gojo had no idea had its advantages after all. and it meant hearing about every little detail on how down bad he really was.

you knew exactly what you were doing and he had absolutely no idea.

frat!gojo, who spends the whole night with that picture plastered in his memory, his hands in his sweatpants, painfully edging himself while he’s out of breath, beads of sweat dripping down his perfect abs, he’s already typed out an apology on how he never meant to see that picture but gods he would simply lose his shit if any other guy saw you all dolled up like that.

frat!gojo, who stares at the ceiling after he cums—he’s pathetic, but he’s never wanted anyone more. and the more you kept him on the edge, the harder he was falling, and he, by no means, wanted to be saved.

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── .✦ choso can't stop touching your tits !

you’d noticed it early on. choso was obsessed with your breasts. 

not in a casual, appreciative way. in a reverent, almost worshipful way. his hands were always on them, every chance he got.

watching tv together? his palms slide under your shirt, cupping and kneading them softly, his chin resting on your shoulder. making breakfast? he comes up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, hands drifting up to squeeze and thumb your nipples through your thin sleep shirt until you’re leaning back against him, breathless. 

even while you're sleeping, his hands find them, holding you close like they’re his anchor.

it was constant. needy. utterly pathetic in the best way. and you loved it.

today, you’re curled up on the couch, nose-deep in a book. it’s quiet, peaceful. choso is sprawled beside you, half-dozing, his head in your lap. you’re halfway through a chapter when you feel him stir.

his hands, warm and familiar, slip under the hem of your loose crop top. he doesn’t ask. he never does anymore. he just cups your breasts, sighing a deep, contented sound against your thigh. his thumbs brush over your nipples, coaxing them to hardness with slow, teasing circles.

you keep reading. or try to. the words blur slightly as he squeezes, gentle but insistent, like he’s reminding himself they’re real.

then you feel his head shift. he nuzzles up under your shirt, his hair tickling your stomach. a second later, warm wetness envelops one nipple.

“ch-choso,” you murmur, not looking down. the book stays open in your hands.

he doesn’t answer. just hums around the sensitive bud, a low, needy vibration that makes your toes curl. he sucks gently, tongue laving over the tip in slow, worshipful strokes. his other hand kneads your free breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. he’s making soft, desperate noises—little whines and moans muffled against your skin, like he’s starving and you’re the only sustenance.

“you’re gonna make me lose my place,” you say, voice breathy despite yourself.

he switches sides without pausing his ministrations, sucking the other nipple into his mouth with a wet pop. “sorry,” he mumbles, the word garbled around you. “can’t help it. they’re so soft… s'perfect…” his voice is wrecked already, thick with want. his hips shift restlessly against the couch cushions, a telltale hardness pressing against your leg.

he’s completely lost in it now, nuzzling deeper under your shirt, his broad shoulders forcing the fabric up. both hands are squeezing, massaging, worshipping while his mouth works tirelessly—sucking, licking, nibbling with just enough pressure to make you gasp. every few seconds, a pathetic whimper escapes him, his breath hot and ragged against your damp skin.

the book falls forgotten to the floor. your fingers tangle in his dark hair, holding him close. he groans in approval, redoubling his efforts, utterly consumed by his devotion.

he doesn’t stop until you’re panting, arching into his touch. only then does he emerge, shirt rucked up around your neck, lips shiny and swollen, eyes dark and pleading.

“m-more?” he whispers, voice hoarse.

his eyes are dark pools of desperation, pupils blown wide. your breasts are still exposed, skin flushed and glistening from his attention, nipples hard and aching in the cool air. he stares at them like they’re the only thing in the universe, his hands flexing where they still cradle you.

“later,” you promise, tugging your shirt back down.

he whines—a high, pitiful sound that vibrates against your neck where his face is still buried. “b-but… they’re right here,” he pleads, his hands slipping under the fabric again, insistent. “need them. please. just— just a little more. i’ll be good— i promise i'll be good.”

you can feel how hard he is, pressed insistently against your thigh, his hips twitching with the effort of restraint. he’s panting now, hot breaths fanning your collarbone as he mouths at your neck, nipping softly.

“choso…”

“please,” he whimpers, one hand abandoning its post to slide down your stomach, fingers trembling as they toy with the button of your pants. “let me touch you everywhere. wanna make you feel good too. can’t stop thinking about it.”

his desperation is a living thing, coiling between you. you cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. they’re glassy with need, his cheeks flushed a deep red. he leans into your touch like a puppy, lips parting on a soft, hopeful exhale.

“you’re so needy sometimes,” you murmur, but there’s no heat in it. only affection.

“i know,” he agrees instantly, not a hint of shame. “for you. always.” he kisses your palm, then your wrist, working his way back up your arm with reverent presses of his lips. “love them so much. love you.”

the admission breaks something in you. you shove him back onto the couch and straddle his lap, grinding down against the thick ridge of him. he gasps, head falling back, hands flying to your chest again.

“fuck—yes, p-please—”

you yank your shirt off completely this time, tossing it aside. he makes a broken, grateful sound and surges up, latching onto one breast with renewed fervor. his mouth is everywhere—sucking hard enough to leave marks, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just shy of pain. his free hand dives into your pants, fingers finding you soaked and ready.

“knew it,” he groans against your skin, two fingers sliding inside you easily. “knew you wanted it too. so wet for me…”

he fucks you with his fingers in a steady, desperate rhythm, his mouth never leaving your breasts. he switches sides, lavishing equal attention, moaning like he’s the one getting pleasured. it’s messy, frantic, perfect—his whines and your gasps filling the room as you ride his hand, chasing the release he’s so eagerly building in you.

when you come, clenching around his fingers with a sharp cry, he follows seconds later untouched, spilling into his pants with a choked sob, his face pressed to your chest.

you collapse together, sweaty and sated. his hands, even now, weakly stroke over your breasts, a sleepy, satisfied smile on his face.

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choso likes to be choked while you ride him! | mdni

Choso had never asked for anything in bed.

Well, at least not yet.

He was always quiet and obedient and he lets you take the lead with those dark, heavy-lidded eyes watching your every move, his sharp jaw clenched tight to stifle his moans. His knuckles would grip the sheets, black tattoos stark against his pale skin, his lean muscles tensing as he followed your every command.

But tonight, he wanted something different, he wanted more from you.

You could see it in the way his pierced tongue darted out to wet his lips, the silver hoop glinting in the dim light. His usual silence felt restless, like he's holding his tongue from saying something that he might regret.

His long fingers are twitching against your hips as you straddled him, his black hair is tangled against the pillow from how much he’d been squirming.

You see him gulp, probably to get out whatever he had been hesitating to say for a while now.

“I want you to...” His voice was barely a whisper and he was lips chattered as he said it, full of nerves. His cheekbones flushed are crimson as he avoided your gaze. His pierced eyebrow furrowed in hesitation. “...choke me.” He finished, still not meeting your eyes.

Your fingers stilled on his chest, tracing the faint scars that marred his toned stomach.

Choso flinched, his lips parting as if he expected you to laugh. But then you smiled, slow and wicked before wrapping your hand around his throat. With your thumb pressing against the delicate hollow of his Adam’s apple.

His reaction was instant.

He lets out a choked gasp, his hips jerked up, and his thick cock twitched inside you. “F-Fuck—” His voice cracked, his long lashes fluttering as his pierced tongue peeked out again.

You squeezed, just a little, and his back arched off the bed, the muscles in his arms flexing as his tattooed hands scrambled at your thighs. “You like that, baby?” you murmured, rolling your hips, watching the way his abs clenched beneath you.

Choso nodded frantically, his dark eyes glassy, his lips parted in a silent plea. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the faint sheen of sweat making his pale skin glisten.

Your grip tightened, your nails biting into the column of his throat as you rode him harder, watching his face twist with pleasure and pain. He tossed his head back, his black hair sticking to his forehead. “You’re so pretty like this,” you cooed, grinding down just to hear him whine.

Choso came with a sob, his release spilling inside you as his body shook, his fingers clawing at your skin and pushing you down harder so he's buried deeper.

When you finally released his throat, he gasped, his chest heaving, his dark eyes dazed. His lips were swollen, his piercings glistening with spit.

You kissed his flushed cheek, grinning. “Next time, I'll make you beg for it.”

Choso groaned, dragging you down against him, his lean body still trembling.

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a/n: I love this prompt and recycling it lol. long time since I last posted, I've been so busy and burnout but I thought I'd feed you before I disappear again.

[yoonsucks]

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.

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, 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 !!!

PART TWO HERE

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[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)

[fre4krena]

having not experienced teenage love, you conclude you’re just unlovable… but your "bestfriend" sukuna proves you veryy very wrong!!

"maybe i'm the problem?"

"huh?" sukuna unsticks his nose from his notes as he glances at you from across the table with a faint scowl.

the café around you is warm and alive with quiet afternoon noise. espresso machines hissing, cups clinking softly against saucers, low conversations blending into a gentle hum. the smell of roasted coffee and caramel syrup hangs in the air, sweet and comforting, wrapping around the little corner table you and sukuna claimed hours ago. sunlight filters through the tall windows beside you, spilling across the wooden tabletop where your notebooks, pens, and half-highlighted lecture slides are spread out in a messy fan.

you take a slow sip of your coffee while he waits for you to continue your ramble.

"i'm like, in college and i'm yet to experience some sort of… actually any type of romance." you swirl your straw absentmindedly in the iced drink. "like everybody in my teenage years, heck, even younger, either received a shy letter on valentines day or somebody proclaimed their love in a romantic way on a date."

sukuna’s scowl deepens slightly, though whether it's from concentration or your topic is hard to tell. he leans back in his chair, stretching one arm over the backrest while his other hand reaches for his drink.

"there's the funny rumors of people having crushes on a person and it turns into something sweet. for me? it was always in a way people would, like… fuck with me."

for a moment the only sound between you two is the quiet slurp of sukuna pulling from the straw of his strawberry milkshake, the bright pink drink ridiculously cheerful compared to the permanent unimpressed look on his face.

"am i the problem?" you finally ask, voice quieter now as you reach for your pen, "am i genuinely just not likable looks or personality wise? or both?!"

sukuna exhales slowly through his nose.

for a split second he almost looks relieved, like he’d been bracing himself for a completely different kind of conversation. he shrugs, taking another long sip of his milkshake "maybe.”

your fists slowly tighten around your pen like you're contemplating whether stabbing him with it would be socially acceptable in a public café. "you. are. such. a. dick."

sukuna snorts under his breath, the corner of his mouth twitching upward just slightly as he sets the milkshake back down. "i'm joking…"

he turns back to his notes flipping his pen between his fingers. "i don't think you are the problem…" he pauses, pen hovering for a moment before he scribbles something down in the margins. "maybeee somebody has been flirting with you for a while and you just haven't realized it."

"as if." you cross your arms over your chest immediately, scoffing. ‘i would have noticed."

sukuna stills.

his pen stops moving entirely. slowly, he lifts his head. his nose scrunches in that irritated yet annoyingly adorable way he does whenever you say something so unbelievably stupid it physically pains him. He arches one brow.

you stare at him, "what?"

he looks at you for another long second, expression flat. then he turns back to his notes again with a quiet sigh. "nothing."

you, however, are nowhere near done. leaning forward again as your pen starts tapping the edge of his notebook.

and the more you talk, the more sukuna feels his braincells quietly evaporating.

"it's just—" you begin again, waving one hand vaguely in the air. "i would like it if somebody was straightforward with me, you know?" sukuna's pen scratches across the paper a little harder. "like if he came up to me and just bluntly told me: i like you! and i want to take you on a date!”

there's a sharp clack. sukuna drops his pen harshly against the table as he looks up at you with the most deadpan expression you've ever seen.

"i like you and want to take you on a date," he says flatly. "even though we have went on multiple dates you just haven't realized it."

you beam instantly, like a light switched on inside your face. "yeah!" you nod enthusiastically. "something like that!"

sukuna’s eye twitches. "are you fucking stupid?"

"huh?" you blink.

for a moment sukuna just stares at you across the table, like he’s genuinely trying to figure out whether you’re messing with him or if this level of obliviousness is real. then, with a long exhale through his nose, he gestures broadly around the table as if presenting a collection of very obvious evidence.

his notebooks and textbooks are scattered everywhere, pages filled with his sharp, aggressive handwriting, but between the notes are your doodles. little hearts drawn lazily in the margins, tiny stars, a stupid cartoon of him with horns and the word menace written beside it. he always grumbles when you draw in his things, always mutters something about how annoying it is. and yet he’s never erased a single one.

then there’s the milkshake sitting between you both, the obnoxiously pink strawberry drink slowly melting while water droplets slides down the glass. two straws stick out of it.

as if that wasn’t already enough, underneath the table your legs are comfortably tangled together, your knee pressed against his like it has been for the last hour without either of you acknowledging it.

sukuna points at everything in one sweeping motion before his patience finally snaps. "I LIKE YOU, YOU IDIOT!"

his voice comes out louder than he meant it to, echoing slightly in the cozy café space. A couple of nearby students glance over briefly before returning to their laptops, pretending they didn’t hear anything.

you just blink again. your brain feels like it’s slowly short-circuiting as you try to process the words. "wha—?"

"I HAVE BEEN FLIRTING FOR MONTHS DUMBASS. I THOUGHT—"

you scrunch your face up immediately at the sudden volume of his voice.

"THAT—" the realization hits him and he abruptly stops, dragging a hand down his face before taking a steadying breath. he clears his throat. "ahem. sorry." the scowl on his face doesn’t soften, but when he speaks again his tone drops several levels, far more controlled even if the irritation is still very much present. "I just thought you wanted to take it super duper slow, so i waited and gave signals."

you stare at him, still trying to piece together everything he just said. "really?"

sukuna closes his eyes for a second and pinches the bridge of his nose, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of his nose bridge piercing as he rubs it slowly like he’s fighting off a headache. his shoulders sag just a little. "lord, give me strength."

you lean over the table, cheeks slowly turning pink. "when did you give me signals?!"

"uH, WeLL, I don’t KNOW!… maybe when you had those awful cramps and i told you to stay over at my place? you were curled up on my bed, whining like a tiny, pathetic kitten, and i held you all night, kissing the top of your head while rubbing your back until you fell asleep?!”

"uh— wha? i just thought…" you shrug, cheeks still warm. "i mean… you were just… trying to help me feel better, right?"

sukuna blinks at you like he’s about to explode. "what? no! then what the hell did you think that time you suddenly decided you had to have a pomegranate at midnight? i went out to the market just to get it, came back, and ended up cleaning the entire damn thing. I still have the stains on my table!”

you bury your face in your hands, groaning. "i… i felt so bad afterward! you kept grumbling the entire time about how annoying i was… i didn’t think you’d actually go and get it!”

sukuna runs a hand through his hair, his crimson strands falling into his eyes before he yanks them back in exasperation. “how do you even manage to think of it like that?!”

your cheeks flare red, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. "i… i guess i’ve felt so unloved that i shut down the possibility of anyone… liking me… for the rest of my life."

sukuna’s scowl deepens, "you’re telling me i’ve been acting like some damn wife to you and you didn’t realize shit?"

you shake your head, barely able to meet his gaze.

he throws his head back and laughs, a low, throaty sound that’s equal parts exasperation and amusement, "for fuck’s sake, woman…" he mutters, and then softer, more fondly, "you will be the death of me."

your voice comes out barely audible, trembling just slightly, but it’s enough to pull every ounce of his attention toward you. (as if it was ever directed somewhere else but you) "are you… still… up for that date?"

he leans closer, grin spreading across his face like he’s been waiting for this moment. "millions of them," his tattooed arm snakes across the table, and he pinches your reddened cheeks, smirking like a predator who finally caught its prey. "but ones that you actually notice the intentions of, dumbass."

rin telling me to post this so i did rahhh, i'mclearing out my drafts cause i'll be busy the next few weeks.. also self-indulgent because i have never experienced any sort of crush lol

[aquasprings]

୨୧ choso’s just about as pathetic as a man can get. ୨୧

this realization comes to you after gojo begs you to give his friend a chance.

“please,” gojo says, and you scowl at him. “he’s nice. and i’m pretty sure he has a massive thing for you.”

“me?” you ask, incredulous. “i’ve never talked to him in my life.”

gojo sighs, flopping back onto your couch. “if i ever, like, loosely mention you in conversation, i swear he blushes.”

that’s how you end up in the living room of the frat friday night. loud, warm, the air slightly hazy.

choso right beside you on the couch, barely looking at you at first, all hunched shoulders and quiet glances, dark hair brushing his neck, dermal piercing catching the light every time he nervously shifts.

yeah, you think, he’s cute.

you end up sharing a joint, and that’s when you notice how he freezes every time your fingers brush his, how his breath hitches. it’s not subtle. not even a little. and when you lean a bit closer, knee nudging his, he almost drops it. across the room, gojo and the others are already smirking like they know exactly how this is going to go.

they don’t even try to hide it when they leave. gojo claps choso on the shoulder, says something low that makes his ears turn red, and suddenly it’s just the two of you on that worn-out couch, the music muffled now, the air heavier.

choso apologizes. for his friends, for himself.

you remember thinking how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. how all it takes is a hand on his chest, a soft question, and he’s unraveling right in front of you.

he nods at everything, says yes too quickly like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he hesitates. when he slips and said “please,” you know you have him.

“d’you like me, cho?” you murmur with glassy eyes, hand sliding up his collar and pressing against his nape, fingers deftly threading through inky hair.

“g—yes. yes, so much,” he exhales, voice shaking slightly as you pull him closer to you.

“wanna fuck?” you whisper, straddling yourself on his lap and relishing in the small, broken sound he makes when your glossed lips suckle at the junction of his neck.

“here? now?” his eyes bugger wide, hands squeezing your waist as your lips trail up, and up, and up, until you’re sliding your tongue in his mouth, bracketing your lips against his, swallowing his needy little moans.

he pants into your mouth as your hands pull at his hoodie and he shrugs it off wordlessly, cheeks flushed as your eyes trail down the milky expanse of his chest.

“pretty,” you murmur, and he whines, hands frozen at his sides when you slip your shorts off and toss them to the side.

“as much as i wanna feel your mouth on me,” you breathe, pupils blown, “i need to feel you in me. now. yeah?”

“y—yeah,” he shudders, hands fisting the couch beside him nervously as you tug his jeans and boxers down mid-thigh, his cock beading precum as it aches towards his stomach.

“i—ohmygod,” he slurs, whimper being pulled from his throat as you sink down on him in one shot. “please—”

“haven’t even done anything,” you say, hands locking onto his shoulders as you lift your hips slowly before dropping them back down, the motion making choso buck up desperately and moan into your neck.

“m not gonna last,” he whines pathetically, and you sneer, telling him to be good for you or you’ll stop.

you think it’s 30 seconds before he’s cumming, head falling back against the couch with a strangled sound.

he whimpers when you ask him which direction his bedroom’s in.

[silkija]

pathetic whiny men >>>

[c1nnam0roll-08]

✧SILLY GIRL✧

Synopsis: You made the mistake of telling your boyfriend that you’re leaving him… Yeah, he’s not gonna let you go. He guesses he’ll just have to fuck that silly little idea of yours right out of your skull.

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Suguru Geto.

Content Warnings: toxic behavior, manipulation, baby trapping, mentions of pregnancy, choking, fingering, oral (f rec), spanking, p spanking, p talking, vaginal sex, squirting, stockholm syndrome (if you squint), misogyny (if you squint), non-curse au for choso and sukuna, gojo's powers, swearing, mentions of drugs.

A/N: i got a little bit carried away and can't tell if everyone's parts are equal or not, sorry!

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TOJI FUSHIGURO

You had moved in with Toji shortly after your first hookup due to…financial reasons—the both of you needing a roommate to afford the steep rent prices of Tokyo. It didn’t take long after moving in for the two of you to fall into a domestic routine, making each other breakfast, cuddling on the couch, sleeping in the same bed. All though, something always irked you…

You had no idea what he did for work.

He always told you that he just picked up odd jobs that paid well. You accepted that explanation for a while until he came home covered head to toe in blood.

He must have assumed you’d be asleep, making it safe for him to clean up at home without you finding out—but he was sorely mistaken. You had waited for him to come home that night, nursing a cup of tea on the couch when he opened the door. 

“Hey ‘ji-“ you trail off when he freezes in the dim lit entryway. “Wha- oh my god- what happened?” you put your tea down and run over to him, grabbing his jaw and turning his head side to side assessing for injuries. You find none. 

The blood isn’t his.

“What did you do, Toji?” your voice comes out a meek whisper, slowly backing away from him. He’s still silent, just looking at you with a blank expression. You turn on your heel and rush to your shared bedroom, grabbing some essentials to throw in a duffel. You don’t want to be involved in whatever this is. 

You don’t hear Toji enter the room, watching silently as you pack your bag—his entire body blocking the door frame when you turn around. 

“The fuck are you doing?” his gruff voice makes you shriek in surprise. 

“What does it look like? Until you give me a worthy enough explanation as to why you’re covered in some else’s blood, I’m leaving-“ you’re fuming when all he gives as a response is a mocking huff of amusement. 

“We both know that you have nowhere else to go, doll.” he’s still blocking the doorway, no matter how hard you try you could never be able to move his monstrous form of solid muscle—-and he knows it. 

“Stop being silly and just go to bed, we’ll talk in the morning if you’re still upset.” he says it like it’s final, and that pisses you off to no end. 

“Move. I’m leaving.” you try pushing his chest, he doesn’t budge. 

“Nah. You’re not.” he grabs you and turns you around, caging you against him with your back flush to his chest. You inhale sharply when his hands splay across your stomach—thumbs playing with the waistband of your pajama pants.

“Wha- what are you doing, Toji-“ your breaths get heavier, squirming a little when one his hands dip into your pants, the other moving up to cup one of your tits.

“Reminding you exactly why you need me, doll.” his voice sounding like straight sin—he nips at your earlobe before giving the side of your neck a searing lick. You can’t control the whine that escapes you when the pads of his fingers rub your panty clad clit—it was like you watched your self respect fly away from you in real time. 

“I w-wanna go- Toji, p-please-“ your pathetic attempt at an objection dies in your throat once he pulls your panties to the side and sinks one of his thick digits inside your sweltering pussy. 

“Oh? But she doesn’t want to leave me-“ your face turns red once you realize he’s talking about your cunt—who is currently betraying you. “This pussy is sucking me in, drooling around my fingers, just begging me to stay.” 

“Wait- fuck!” you yelp when Toji pulls your pants and soaked underwear down, bending you over the bed in one fell swoop. He lands a spank to your drooling pussy lips making you let out a sharp cry—hips pushing back into his hand despite your better judgement, chasing the pleasure he gives that your body knows so well. 

Toji runs his fingers up and down your soddened pussy before pinching your clit, making you shudder. He pulls his pants down just enough to free his aching cock and lines it up to your empty hole. 

“Just relaxxx for me, doll-“ he pushes past the first ring of muscle with a shallow thrust making you whine and clamp down on him. “I’ll fuck that silly idea of yours out of you, yeah?” he’s leaning down on top of you now, keeping your upper body pinned to the bed. 

“Mfmm- fuck! S’too much-“ he’s buried to the hilt now, slow, harsh grinds directly to your g-spot has you seeing white. One of his hands grabs both of yours, pinning them above your head.

“That’s righttt- see? You’re already forgetting how upset you were-“ his pace picks up, free hand sneaking down to rub your clit in tight circles. “Keep your mind on my cock, yeah? Think you can do that for me?” the sound of hips slapping and your increasingly high pitched moans make it hard for you to hear him.

“Mhmm, I c-can, I can-“ your voice is muffled by the bed sheets you’re being oh so meanly, pressed into. You feel your orgasm tighten in your tummy while you endure the harsh thrusts inside of you and the pressure on your clit. 

“Cum for me, doll- ngh- can feel you squeezing me.” You shake and jerk underneath him as your orgasm hits you, chanting his name like a prayer. 

Even after your high subsides, Toji keeps fucking you until he’s certain you’re too cock drunk to even consider threatening to leaving him. 

SATORU GOJO

You had been dating Satoru for roughly 4 months at this point, he’s a super sweet, attentive, and caring boyfriend—but sometimes he scares you with how fast he wants to move the relationship.

It only took two dates for him to ask you to be his girlfriend, and one month after that he was already asking you to move in with him. Now that you’ve been living with him for three months, you had happened to stumble upon an engagement ring hiding in the back of his nightstand drawer. 

It was beautiful, a huge diamond surrounded by countless more diamonds—you didn’t even want to know how much it cost. If you’re being honest, it made you slightly uncomfortable. You were still young—younger than him, not entirely sure if you were ready to spend the rest of your life with one person. So later that night, when Satoru came home, you had planned to confront him. 

“Hey, princess! How was your day?” Satoru yells from the front door, making his way over to you on the couch. He leans down to leave a smooch on your cheek before moving to sit next to you. He stretches his legs on the coffee table before pulling his blindfold off, turning his head to look at you. 

You’re silent, eyes focused on the small velvet box you’re holding. 

Oh. You found it.

“Satoru-“ you start, small sniffles escaping you as if you’d been crying earlier. “I-I don’t think I’m ready for this-“ your voice breaks, still avoiding his gaze. “C-can we- maybe- take a break?” what was meant to be a confident statement, turned into a meek question—you curse yourself for being unable to speak up for yourself properly. 

“A break?” he repeats in an almost patronizing tone, reaching a hand up to wipe a few tears from your face. “Oh, but baby, everything’s been going so well—if you’re scared, I understand, it’s normal.” he’s pulled you into his arms now, petting the top of your head like you’re merely a puppy. “But you’ll feel so much more excited once you’re picking out a dress, princess.” he laughs then, like what you suggested was ridiculous.

“No, Satoru- I’m s-serious-“ you push yourself away from him to stand, pacing as you contemplate your next words. “I need t-to go live my life first, travel and whatnot-“ 

“You can pick where we go to honeymoon, hell- you can travel wherever you want with my money, baby.” he cuts you off with an immediate solution, standing behind you now—his hands coming to rest on your tummy, thumb caressing the spot under your bellybutton with care. “You’re pregnant though, so you’re not travelling anywhere at the moment.” he’s giggling against the top of your head.

You’re what? 

“Wha- what do you m-mean, Toru.” you’re looking up at him, eyes wide in a panic. He smiles wide, sapphire eyes almost glowing.

“I can tell, princess. My six eyes, remember? I knew the exact moment the baby was conceived, hun.” he kisses the top of your head like what he just told you was obvious.

He drags you back to the couch with him, plopping you on his lap, taking advantage of your speechless stupor. His hands spread your legs, making your skirt ride up to your hips, panties on full display for him. 

“I-I can’t have a baby right now, Toru-“ you keep rambling on with objections that he can easily find a solution for with his money. All the while, his hand is cupping your increasingly wet cunt—Satoru doubling his efforts to make your arguments die in your throat. 

“Shhhh- we can talk about this later, princess- just relax for me. Let me make this soon-to-be mama feel good.” 

His words are a cruel reminder of your predicament but you can’t bring yourself to argue any longer once he pulls your panties to the side, sinking a finger inside of you. 

“Shit- feels s-so-“ you choke out when he sinks in a second finger, curling them against that spongey spot deep inside you. “Mfmmm- slow down, Toru-“ he’s pumping his digits in quick succession, chasing down your orgasm. 

“I will- I will, just getting you ready for my cock, hun.” he scissors his digits wide, spreading you open before retracting them—you hear him unzip his pants before your hips are lifted, suspended in the air as he lines himself up. 

“Take a deep breath for me baby- gonna be a bigggg stretch.” he’s kissing up your neck with reverence before he slowly lowers you onto his cock. 

You let out a sharp cry when he finally bottoms out inside you—spearing you on his cock. You relax against his chest, cockwarming him briefly while he rubs tight circles on your clit. 

“See? All you need is me, princess. Don’t I make you feel good?” he asks, condescension in his tone. 

“Mhmm- s-so good!” you’re clamping down on his cock with every circle on your clit—legs trying to close around his hand.

His knees hold your jerking legs spread for him as he lifts you up before gently setting you back down on his dick—careful not to strain your body, you’re pregnant after all!

He builds a steady rhythm, slow but deep thrusts of his cock to hit all of those spots deep inside. Your orgasm builds with every bounce on his cock and kiss to your temple. You’re trembling in no time, begging for release.

“Please let m-me cum, Toru! Need to s-so bad!” your hands are clawing at the forearms that are holding you in place on his cock. 

“Say you’ll marry me and I’ll let you cum, princess.”

“I’ll m-marry you- fuck! I’ll marry you- pleaseeee!” You agree, unknowingly digging your own grave.

“Cum for me, hun.” 

With your now fiancé’s say so, you clamp down around his cock, body shaking in his hold as your orgasm explodes from your head to your toes. He groans as he opens the velvet box next to him, sliding the diamond ring on your finger—you can’t leave him now.

“You don’t need to find yourself, princess- your place is right here, with me.”

CHOSO KAMO

You were fed up. Choso was an incredibly insecure boyfriend—you couldn’t go anywhere without him questioning you. In his mind, everyone else in your life besides him was a threat to his relationship with you. He can’t have other people taking up the time that you should be spending with him after all.

You felt suffocated.

You were in the middle of doing the dishes when Choso burst into the room, clearly upset about something.

“Did you go out today?” he’s looking you in the eye, running a hand through his disheveled hair. 

“Yes, Cho. I went to lunch with a friend.” you answer, your tone flat—anxiety already rising in your chest. You hope he’s just curious rather than angry, but you know better than that.

“Why didn’t you tell me? With who?”

His insistence on knowing every single detail is stressing you out to no end. You take a deep breath, setting the dish you’re holding gently back into the sink before wiping your hands dry with a dish towel. 

“If you’re not willing to let me have a life outside of this relationship, then maybe we s-shouldn’t be together at a-all…” you mutter, unable to meet his eyes, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your tank top. 

Silence. 

When you finally muster the courage to look at him, your heart stops beating. 

A single tear falls down his cheek, eyes wide, and lips trembling—he looks so broken.

“M’sorry, Cho- I just-“ your voice cracks trying to hold in a sob.“Its really frustrating when I can’t go and have fun with my friends because y-you don’t trust me-“ you’re crying now, eyeing the linoleum. 

In a heartbeat, Choso closes the distance between you, dropping to his knees. He’s nuzzling his face against your tummy, clinging tightly—his strong arms wrapped around your hips, eliminating all possibilities of escape. 

“I’ll do b-better I p-promise, sweetheart. Just don’t-“ his voice cracks, quiet sobs muffled by your shirt.

“I need you- just don’t l-leave me.” 

His pathetic begging should make you want to sneer in disgust…but you’re a weak woman. 

All previous thoughts of leaving evaporated the second he got on his knees for you. He’s leaving light kisses on the exposed skin between your shorts and the hem of your tank top, hands beginning to roam the back of your thighs—silently begging you to give in and forget what you were mad about. 

This has happened many times before. It’s what Choso does best—he’ll grovel before you, begging for forgiveness. You fall for it, every. single. time. Then he’ll fuck you till you can’t imagine a world without him.

He knows he’s got you now.

“Shit- feels s-soo-“ you’re cut off by your own moan when Choso hollows his cheeks around your clit, the suction brutal on your sensitive bud— 

humming against your pussy when you grab a rough handful of his hair.

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, legs spread on Choso’s shoulders as he devours your cunt. He’s been slurping and sucking on your heat for what feels like forever—hands gripping your ass cheeks to pull you flush to his mouth. 

“Could n-never let this p-pussy go-“ his groan gets muffled by your cunt, the vibrations making your legs twitch. “Can’t believe y-you’d try t-to take her a-away from me-“ Choso pauses to land a smack on your ass. “She n-needs me.” 

You hate that he’s right, because the way Choso eats your pussy has the coil in your tummy tightening—every lap of his tongue feels like pure devotion, unraveling your body with intention.

“M’cumming, Cho!” your breathy whines accompanied by contracting muscles and shaking legs. Your body jerks once. twice. before you go limp on the counter top. Choso leaves one final smooch on your cunt before rising to his feet—his face dripping in your slick. 

“Tell me you love me, sweetheart.” he’s whispering  against your neck, invading your space. Choso starts nibbling on your neck, awaiting your answer, growing more impatient with every second of silence. “Do I need to fuck you- for you to say it?” his voice breaking with a quiet whimper. 

You don’t get a chance to answer him before he’s freeing his weeping cock—it’s painfully hard, salty pre dripping out from the tip. He’s sinking into the very back of your pussy with one slow thrust, tears falling from his eyes. The girth is lethal every time, no matter how many times he fucks you, it takes your breath away.

“Oh- fuck-“ you both groan in unison, adjusting to each other. “Say you l-love me- say it-“ re-enforcing his demand with a harsh grind against your gummy cervix. 

“I love- ngh- you, Cho!” you finally give in to him, just like you always do. After all, it’s hard to think rationally when the only thing you can feel is him. 

“I love you- fuck- sooo m-much!” you’re professing your love to him over and over, lost in the way his hips feel slamming against yours. His tongue slips between your lips, groaning into your mouth with every muffled confession. 

“I know you do, sweetheart- that’s why you’re never leaving m-me-“ 

RYOMEN SUKUNA

You knew Sukuna wasn’t a good guy, in fact, you knew he was a criminal but you could turn a blind eye so long as he didn’t involve you in it. You could say that you got what you signed up for when he did end up involving you. Let’s just say you weren’t willing to be a co-conspirator when he inevitably ended up in prison. 

You had planned to break up with him the night he  had asked you to hide those drugs for him—inevitably though, you caved. So tonight was the night, you decided.

You’re sitting in your dingy apartment waiting for him to come home from whatever sketchy deal he was making that night—shaking with anxiety while thinking about his possible reaction. 

He opens the door, silent as ever, kicking his shoes off before stomping to the kitchen to wash his hands, completely ignoring your presence. You roll your eyes before standing up to walk over to him. 

“Ryo- “ you start, catching his attention. “Can I talk to you?” 

“Bout’ what?” he asks dismissively, back still turned to you.

“I want to break up.” he stiffens at your words.

Yeah. That definitely catches his attention.

“No. You don’t.” he says it like it’s final, tone slightly urgent.

“Yeah- I do.” your voice doesn’t come out as strong as you’d hoped, the small stutter embarrassing you.

That’s when he finally turns to face you, eyebrow raised, mouth slightly ajar. You stand tall, arms crossed, trying to be somewhat intimidating. He just scoffs before walking over to you, a strong arm grabbing the back of your neck, holding you steady.

“Very funny but you’re not breaking up with me, woman.” he places a peck on your lips before leaving you alone, stunned in the kitchen. You huff before following him to the living room.

“Ryo, I need you to take this seriously. I don’t want to be involved with your…work. When you get caught.” You elaborate, moving to stand in front of his sitting form.

“You know what I think?” he says suddenly.

“What?”

“I think that you need to loosen up a little bit, missy.” he laughs at himself like he’s the funniest person in the world. “I think you just need a good fuck to put your head on straight.”

You’re floored. Is he fucking serious right now?

You try to scoff but he stands up, throwing you over his shoulder in a fraction of a second. You’re pounding your fists on his solid back, trying to get him to put you down—you’re unsuccessful of course, but it was worth a try. He throws you down on your shared bed before crowding himself on top of you. 

“You just need to relax, babe.” he mutters against your neck as he kisses up to your face—he captures your mouth in a filthy smooch, silencing any protest you may have had. 

Your devilish boyfriend pulls your shorts and underwear down in one single tug before sliding his monstrous hands under your t-shirt to pinch your hardening nipples. You groan into his mouth as wetness gathers between your legs—hips rising in the air in search of friction.

Maybe he was right?

Maybe all you needed was to feel him, after all.

He lowers his hips to grind his solid inches against your cunt, moaning at the wetness seeping through his pants. 

“Breakup?” he laughs again, reminiscing on your words. “What would this pussy do without me, woman?” he’s moving one of his hands to unbuckle his belt, sliding his pants down his hips—he frees his cock from the confines of his boxers, lining up to your entrance.

“Shit- Ryo, please just fuck me already.” your patience with his jokes running thin. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

Sukuna splits you open inch by thick inch, your small cries bringing a smirk to his face. He loves when all your nagging turns to whimpers and whines underneath him—he knows that no matter what he does, all he needs to do to keep you…is a good hard fuck. 

“Sooooo wet for me, woman.” he groans before lifting your shirt above your tits and sucking a nipple into his mouth. 

His slow grinds turn into hard thrusts that push you further and further up the bed. You claw at his ink covered back, high pitched moans leaving your mouth every time his hips meet yours. You lock your legs around him, begging him to stay deep inside you once the warmth in your tummy starts tightening.

“Fuck! M’gonna cum, Ryo!” you whimper against his shoulder, body already starting to quiver. “Please, harder.” 

“Cum for me, missy.” he says as he releases your nipple with a wet pop—his thrusts increasing in force the more you squeeze his cock. 

“Oh god! Cumming-“ your head falls back against the pillow as your muscles go taut, eyes clenched shut. Sukuna just laughs at you the entirety of your orgasm, clearly enthused by your pathetic writhing.

“What was that about breaking up again?”

SUGURU GETO

A couple years back, Suguru had saved you from who he referred to as “evil monkeys”. Those people had locked you up in fear because of the things you saw—they thought you were insane. Suguru killed them before taking you somewhere he deemed safe—so safe in fact that he refused to let you leave unless he was with you. His gorgeous girl’s safety was his top priority, of course. 

The Time Vessel Association quickly became your new prison. From one cage to the next, a gilded one, you suppose. You yearned to leave, see the world from your own perspective—the constant murder in the halls didn’t help either. 

It’s the late hours of the night, you’re sitting in bed alone, waiting for Suguru’s return. He had a meeting with the other members of his cult, as you like to call it. You’re planning to gently suggest a solo trip on your own, to shop around downtown Tokyo—you have a feeling he’ll shut you down but you’re foolishly optimistic.

“Sorry, gorgeous, the meeting took longer than expected.” Suguru enters the room, a regular fox-like smile plastered on his face. He sheds his traditional robes and takes his hair down from his bun—quickly slips on some comfortable sweats before sitting on the edge of your side of the bed. 

“S’alright, Sugu, how was it?” you ask, clearly on edge about something. He notices your skittishness in a heartbeat, moving to sooth you.

“Everything okay?” he counters, ignoring your question—raising one of his hands to rub your back. 

“Uhmm- I was just thinking…” briefly ogling his bare chest before raising your gaze to look at him.

“Could I- maybe- go shopping around downtown tomorrow..?” Your voice is unsure before clarifying. “Alone.” 

“No.”

“What? Why?” tears of frustration are rising in your eyes, desperate for an explanation. He just sighs in annoyance, clearly not wanting to fight you on it.

“You know why.” 

It’s the same damn answer every time. It worked once upon a time, but now you don’t look at him with stars in your eyes like you once did. You knew Tokyo wasn’t the same as the little conservative town he took you from. You also know not to speak about the curses you see anymore. So what’s the problem?

“I don’t want to be stuck here with you anymore.” You speak without thinking, big mistake.

He’s on top of you in the blink of an eye, thigh between your own, pressing into your panty clad cunt—one of his hands is holding your face, the other holds both of your wrists against your chest. Glossy tears are coming down your cheeks full force now.

“Why do you wanna leave me so bad, hmm?” his grip on your jaw tightens, smooshing your cheeks. “Do I not spoil you enough already, gorgeous?” He pauses. “Do I not fuck you enough?” he’s breathing heavy as he wipes some stray tears from your face.

“S’not why, Sugu- I just feel trapped-“ 

“Trapped? Heh- why can’t you just be good like everyone else, hmm, gorgeous?” his thigh grinds into your clothed cunt hard making you huff in reluctant pleasure.

“Dunno- m’sorry, Sugu.” you explain with a whine. 

He releases his hand from your face, moving it down, down, down to your silk slip and pushing it up past your hips. He groans when he catches a glimpse of your soaked panties, creating a wet spot on his grey sweats. He leans down to capture your lips in a kiss made up of tongue and teeth.

“Well I think your pussy knows exactly where home is, baby.” he’s murmuring against your mouth, hand reaching up to wrap around your neck with a light squeeze.

You’re rendered speechless, unable to bite back when the hand holding your wrists sneak into your panties—two girthy fingers fill your cunt to the brim in one thrust. Your eyebrows furrow, mouth gaping, unable to return Suguru’s kisses. 

Loud whines and wet squelches fill the room as Suguru pumps his digits inside of you with reckless abandon—his pace so fast you can barely see the movement of his veiny forearm. The coil in your lower abdomen starts to feel painfully tight the more he hits the back of your cunt.

“Fuck- feels like I’m g-gonna pee-“ you try to warn him that something feels different, but he just laughs.

“You’re just gonna squirt, gorgeous. Think you can do that for me?” he bites your bottom lip, tugging on it before planting one last wet smooch on your gaping maw.

You just nod before clawing for purchase on the hand around your throat. Your entire body stills before jerking violently, hips rising from the bed as spurt after spurt of clear liquid falls from your cunt—you soak Suguru’s thigh and the bedsheets in your essence.

“That’s itttt, my gorgeous girl-“ he’s peppering chaste kisses on your face as you come down from your high, shuddering lightly once it passes. 

“You’re not leaving, do you understand?” he asks while holding eye contact, hand still on your throat.

You just nod, unable to protest in your current state.

(c1nnam0roll-08 / 2026)

[sukuhands]

You made the mistake of introducing cock warming to your already clingy boyfriend

Choso x reader; MDNI (18+)

You created a monster.

That's what you told yourself every time Choso looked at you with those dark, pleading puppy eyes—the ones that made your stomach flip and your resolve crumble entirely. It was an innocent suggestion at first, something you'd mentioned casually one lazy afternoon when he'd been particularly clingy, his large frame draped over you like a weighted blanket.

"Have you ever heard of cock warming?" you'd asked, fingers threading through his dark hair.

The way his eyes had widened, curious and hungry, should have been your first warning.

Now, three weeks later, you couldn't escape it. Choso had become utterly obsessed.

"Please?" His voice rumbled against your neck as you stood in the kitchen trying to make dinner. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you could feel him already half-hard against your lower back. "Just for a little while?"

"Choso, I'm cooking—"

"I'll be good," he whined, lips brushing your ear. "I promise, please?.."

That neediness in his voice always got you. The way this powerful man, capable of such devastating strength, reduced himself to begging just to be inside you, to feel your warmth around him. Not fucking, not even really sexual—just close.

You've learned quickly that Choso craved intimacy in ways he didn't quite understand himself. Having been denied human connection for so long, he'd latched onto this particular act more than you thought he would, yearning to feel you wrapped around him, squeezing him.

"After dinner," you promised, and felt him deflate slightly against you, though he didn't move away, only resting his chin against your shoulder in defeat, puffing out his cheeks.

"You always say that."

"And I always follow through, no?"

He hummed in, finally releasing you but still staying close, watching you cook with those wide eyes that tracked your every movement. You knew what he was thinking, how soon he could have you? How long were you gonna let him stay inside this time?

Without missing a beat, a few hours after dinner, Choso emerged from the bedroom with his controller and that look again. That pleading ‘too afraid to ask’ look.

"I was going to play for a bit," he started, eyes studying you, “wanna keep me…company?"

You lowered your book, looking at your puppy like boyfriend. "Choso."

"Please?" There it was—that soft, desperate whiny tone to his voice. He moved closer to you, kneeling in front of the couch, tossing his controller on the side so he could slid his hands across your thighs, pressing his fingertips gently into them. "I've been thinking about it all day, during training, during dinner... I just want to feel you."

"So needy."

"Your fault, I never ask for anything else please," he countered, and he wasn't wrong. Choso could go days without traditional sex, but this—this he craved constantly. The warmth, the connection, the intimate weight of you on his lap while he lost himself in whatever game currently held his attention, yourself just drifting into his arms while keeping him warm…

You sighed, but not a tired one, never for this at least, setting your book aside. "Fine. But I'm not moving off even if you get too excited."

His face lit up in a way that made your heart jump. "I'll behave, I promise!"

He never did, but you'd stopped minding since you enjoyed it probably just as much as he did.

Minutes later, you found yourself straddling his lap on the gaming chair, your sleep shorts and panties discarded, his sweatpants pushed down just enough. The stretch always made you gasp—Choso was thick, and taking him without much preparation required slow, careful movements.

But it really wasn’t much of a hassle, the sight of him yearning to feel you around him was just enough to get you worked up and ready for him.

"Fuck," he breathed, head fell back as you sank down onto him slowly, making sure he felt every inch of himself sink further into you. His hands gripped your hips, trembling with the effort of staying still. "God you feel good." He sighed like a smoker who’d taken their first drag of smoke after a long day, a soft whine leaving his lips.

You left a soft kiss to his lips, blowing a few praises at him before you wrapped your arms around his neck, chin resting between his shoulder and neck.

His arms wrapped around you in response, holding you close as he reached for the controller. The game loaded, familiar music filling the room, and you felt him relax beneath you, that tension holding onto his shoulders finally easing.

This was what he loved, the intimacy of it, the trust. You, wrapped around him, keeping him warm and grounded while he played. Just the two of you enjoying each others presence wihout having to speak.

It was peaceful, you dozed off against his shoulder, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft sounds of the game. His cock stayed hard inside you, twitching occasionally, but he remained still and good just as he promised.

But sometimes it could get long, you loved it of course! But you loved how easy Choso is to get worked up and you couldn't help but to play with that a little, just the simple act of clenching around his length had him throbbing against your walls.

You stirred against his neck, still drowsy from your power nap, and squeezed around him—just once, a gentle clench to test his reaction.

His breath caught for a second, you felt him throb inside you, his fingers tightened around the controller.

"Thought you were tired," He hummed at you through his arousal, eyes still focused on the screen in front of him.

You just shrugged and did it again.

A low sound escaped him this time—barely audible but since your ear was pressed to his neck you could hear everything. His breathing went shallow, chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath you. He adjusted his grip around the controller, trying to get some steadiness.

You squeezed again, smiling at how good he was reacting.

"Shit—" It came out strangled. His whole body tensed up, the smallest whine slipping out of him before he could stop it. Still, he kept his eyes on the game, jaw clenched, trying so hard to stay still just like you asked.

You clenched again, tighter this time.

His hips twitched up involuntarily. A broken moan escaping him, his breathing turned ragged—short, heavy gasps he couldn't control. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the trembling in his arms as he let go of the controller fully now, wrapping his arms and hands around you.

He tried muffling the sounds by hiding his face in the crook of your neck, which was completely ineffective.

The game sounds continued in the background, but his focus was gone. Every squeeze had him making soft, desperate noises—mewls and whines and groans he couldn't suppress, you loved hearing him like this. His grip on you turned almost bruising, his whole body shaking with the effort of staying still, to be good for you.

One more clench.

"I can't—" His voice broke. the chair creaking beneath you, holding you impossibly tight as his hips rocked inside of you slightly, barely, just the smallest movement into you to chase some relief. "I'm gonna—"

“Already Cho?” You hummed against his ear, knowing the chokehold you had on him. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, your hand finding his hair before you squeezed around him one last time.

He came with a choked moan, spilling inside you as he trembled through it, his face buried in your neck. His hips thrusted deep inside you once, but no desperate fucking to catch his relief no no— just you milking him fully with the way your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper each time he throbbed inside of you.

You stayed like that, his cum leaking warm at his base as neither of you moved. His breathing slowly evened out against your neck, his arms still wrapped tight around you.

After a long moment, he let out a low laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest into yours, lifting his head to finally look at that mischievous smile spread across your face. "I think I should be the one telling you to stay good, not the other way around."

You smiled against his shoulder, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Maybe."

He pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers weaving through your hair, gentle despite how tightly he'd been gripping you moments before trying to catch his high.

You lifted your head up, meeting with his half-lidded eyes, still hazy but there was something so loving in them, admiring you in the most intimate way like he always did.

You would stay on him like this for another while, Choso not letting you go anywhere as he went back to his game.

You created a monster, one that couldn’t get enough of feeling you wrapped around him.

©sukuhands for the scenario

@pixopix for the dividers

[sadisticslut666]

Toji masturbating while you sleep

cw: explicit smut, somno-ish, masturbation, Toji being a shameless horndog who can’t control himself.

Toji Fushiguro had never been good at sleeping through the night.

The bedroom was dark except for the thin silver slice of streetlight sneaking through the half-closed blinds. You were curled on your side facing him, one leg hooked over the sheet. Your hair was a mess across the pillow, lips slightly parted, one hand tucked loosely under your cheek. Your breathing was slow, steady, tits rising and falling under one of his old black tees that you’d claimed months ago. The hem had ridden up again, exposing the soft swell of your ass, the bare curve where thigh met hip. No panties. Of course no fuckin’ panties. You always “forgot” when you slept over.

His cock was already hard just from your body next to his. He shifted onto his back, trying to will it down and failed. One hand slid under the waistband of his boxers almost without conscious thought as he wrapped his fingers around himself, base to tip in one long, lazy stroke. Fuck.

You didn’t stir. He kept his eyes on you while he worked himself harder. Watched the rise and fall of your chest under the thin cotton, the way your nipples pressed faintly against the fabric when you shifted and how your lips part on a soft, sleepy sigh.

His grip tightened as he thumbed over the head, smearing the bead of precum that had already leaked out, using it to slick the way down. His hips rocked once into his fist and the mattress creaked under the movement. He froze scared he woke you but you stayed asleep.

Good girl, he thought, fisting himself harder. He sped up—quiet, controlled strokes, wrist twisting just under the head the way he liked. His free hand fisted the sheet beside him so he wouldn’t reach for you, wouldn’t wake you with rough fingers sliding between your thighs to find you already wet for him like you always seemed to be. You stirred, pressing your ass back against his hip and god, that only made him more horny.

His breathing grew rougher, his abs tightening as he imagined you waking up—eyes sleepy and confused at first, then widening when you realized what he was doing. Imagined you biting your lip, reaching over without a word, wrapping your smaller hand around his and helping him finish. Or better—sliding down under the covers, taking him into your warm mouth while he gripped your hair and tried not to thrust too hard down your throat.

The image pushed him closer. His strokes turned sloppy—faster, wetter, the slick sound barely muffled by the sheet. His balls drew up tight. You shifted again—rolling closer, your forehead brushing his shoulder, one arm flopping across his stomach like you were seeking him out even in sleep.

That did it. Toji came grunting as hot, thick ropes spilling over his fist and onto his stomach, pulse after pulse until his thighs were trembling. He lay there panting, chest heaving, cock still twitching in his loose grip.

You didn’t wake. Just sighed softly, nuzzling into his shoulder like nothing had happened.

He stared at the ceiling for a long minute, heart still slamming, then carefully extracted his hand. Wiped it on the discarded towel he kept on the nightstand for exactly this reason. Tugged the sheet up over both of you.

Then he turned his head, pressed his lips to your hairline. “Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered under his breath as you smiled in your sleep. “Can’t even keep my damn hands to myself when you’re asleep.” He stroked your hair out of your face. “Gonna be the death of me, baby.”

a/n: sigh… I want toji touching himself next to me

[fricks]

"did you just spank me?" ☆

choso has wide eyes in the mirror's reflection as they meet yours. glossy and blown out with lust, but wide—nervous, like a deer stuck in headlights. you're bent over, back arched down as your boyfriends hands rest gently on your hips. there's a sting that lingers over your ass, and choso is holding his hand out like he's committed a crime with it.

it's not like he's vanilla—you're being fucked ass-up in front of a mirror so that you can watch him take what's his—but he's frozen still like he's appalled at his own actions.

"oh," he's flushing a gentle pink. "i'm sorry, i don't know why i did that. it was just so much and you were so—i mean... i wasn't thinking and—"

"do it again."

he's still balls deep inside of you—hips pressed tight against the flesh of your ass: his cock pulses inside of you, each veiny ridge filling you out like you're made for him. "why would i do that?"

“because it feels good,” you shrug, pushing back onto his cock a little. "cho, baby, i'm asking you to spank me, not commit a war crime."

"might as well be," he mumbles under his breath, looking down at the curve of your ass at his face scrunches up into an expression you've never seen on him before. is that... restraint?

your poor choso has never been all that good at controlling his wants and whims. he's a man whose body often betrays him: he couldn't hold an orgasm back to save his life, nor can he ever stifle those pretty moans of his. much like how he couldn't stop his hand from smacking against the flesh of your ass.

so, of course, you goad him on. clenching tight around his achy cock as you meet his gaze in the mirror. "i want you to spank me again, choso. be mean. make it hurt when i sit down tomorrow."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"don't you? you spanked me first, cho. i think you want it even more than i do."

his eyebrows furrow. its devastatingly cute for a man balls-deep inside of you. "shut up," he says with no real bite. "i didn't mean to."

"your hand just slipped and landed on my ass?"

"...yes."

you roll your eyes, and offer choso a smile in the mirrors reflection. “you look all embarrassed. just like that time you came just from kissing m— fuck !”

a sharp sting radiates over your ass cheek, and once you blink the shock out of your eyes, you’re met with a very sudden snapping of chosos hips into yours. he somehow manages to fuck you even deeper than before. with every thrust he sends you forward on the bed, until you’re no longer holding yourself up with your arms and your face is pressed right into the mattress.

“you always-” smack! “-make me feel-” smack! “-so nervous around you.”

your face screws up. “what?”

he stills, leans forward to take the sheet away from your face so you can look back at him properly. “i’m punishing you.”

“for what, giving you butterflies?”

“yes.” the sweetest of smiles pulls at his lips—you’d think it endearing if not for the way his hand slaps down onto your ass again, and he resumes his mean pace.

live and let cum, you suppose. choso drills into you in such a way that you’re cumming both quicker and harder than you ever have with him. your orgasm, the sweet way your pussy grips him in pleasured need, sends choso over the edge right after you. “mmm iloveyouiloveyouimsorryforspankingyouiloveyou”

of course with another mean spank to your ass, choso pulls out and exhales the prettiest moan you’ve heard from him as he releases all over your tender ass. you’re spent, and fucked so dumb you don’t chide him for then using his fingers to rub his cum around in soothing circles over your ass. you won’t admit it, but it feels kinda nice.

“sorry,” choso whispers as he reaches for something to wash you down with. “you should slap me as payback.”

“you’d probably like it.”

“…yeah.”

continuation here

this is a repost! from my old account (also @fricks) i have no threats to make this time. accuse me of stealing if you want, i’ve turned a new leaf. peace and love.

[slvttyplums]

choso would drink your squirt from a glass cup if he could and he absolutely would (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) very tiny drabble about choso loving your squirt!

he loves the softness to it, the way it slides down his throat on impact before he can even comprehend that you finished.

his face and chest glazed over in your juices and flushed red from how into it he is. choso hopes and begs for you to squirt all over him, doing everything in his power to make sure that you do. 

face buried deep in your pussy along with two fingers curved, hitting the spots he knows you like, his eyes glued to your face and the reactions you make. 

"mm, fuck..." 

lost so deep inside you that he's losing the rhythm with his mouth and fingers, his body trembling with anticipation while he humps the bed chasing his own nut. 

your juice and his spit combining, dripping from his chin. 

choso always knows when you’re going to squirt, clenching hard and begging him to slow down, but that only makes him speed up, making a mess all over your dripping core. 

even when he's done, he can't resist licking the sheets, putting every wet part into his mouth and sucking every bit of the juices out of it and jerking off while he does it. 

"mmmphh, i love you, i love you.” 

his words are muffled around the fabric while he continues to suck out every little bit he can. 

sometimes he wishes he could take something and store it, maybe mix in his cum with it and then drink it.

the taste is addicting, especially right from the source. that second, but he can do with it storing as long as he has it, as long as he has you.

his thirst was quenched with every little drop that slid down his throat, trembling and whimpering with excitement.

[splurtz]

choso waking you up because he's painfully hard

“baby…” his voice is wrecked, “baby wake up.”

you don’t stir right away. he swallows, throat dry—it's physically hurting so bad.

“please.” louder this time, cracked. his hand slides under the blanket, finds your hip, squeezes like he’s anchoring himself. “need you so bad it hurts.”

you mumble something sleepy, shifting just enough that your ass presses back against him. he chokes on air.

“fuck—don’t do that,” he hisses, but he’s already canting his hips again, rutting slow and shameless. the friction makes his balls ache worse. “baby… wake up. please. can’t—can’t sleep like this.”

his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down just enough to bare the cleft of your ass. he groans at the sight even in the dark—soft, warm, perfect. his cock jumps hard in his boxers.

“been leaking for you for hours,” he mutters, voice thick. “dripping all over myself thinking about your pussy. need to be inside you. need it now.”

you finally blink awake, groggy, voice slurred. “cho…? oh okay."

he doesn’t let you finish. his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise while his hand yanks your shorts lower.

“sorry,” he breathes against your skin, not sorry at all. “couldn’t wait. hurts so fucking bad. please—just let me put it in. just the tip. i’ll be good.”

you’re still half asleep but your body knows him—thighs parting on instinct, a sleepy little hum leaving you. that’s all the permission he needs.

he shoves his boxers down just enough, cock springing free—thick, flushed dark, tip shiny and swollen, a fat bead of precum dripping down the shaft. he grips himself, smears the head through your folds, coating himself in you.

“so wet already,” he groans like it’s killing him.

he notches at your entrance, pushes in slow until he’s buried to the hilt. the stretch makes you gasp, makes him shudder hard against your back.

“fuck—tight,” he pants, hips stuttering. “so fucking tight. missed this pussy.”

he doesn’t thrust right away. just stays deep, grinding in slow circles, letting you feel every thick vein, every pulse. his hand slides up under your shirt, cups your tit, thumb brushing your nipple while he mouths at your shoulder.

“gonna fuck you slow,” he whispers, voice shaking. “gonna fill you up. been dreaming about pumping you full all night.”

then he starts moving—lazy, deep rolls of his hips, dragging out every stroke so he can feel your walls flutter around him. wet sounds fill the quiet room—his balls slapping softly against you, your slick coating his cock, dripping down your thighs.

one hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy little circles while he keeps that slow, punishing grind.

“cum on it,” he pleads, voice raw. “need to feel you squeeze me. need it so bad—gonna cum the second you do. been edged all night thinking about breeding you.”

his thrusts get sloppier, harder to control. he’s whining now, desperate sounds against your neck.

“please baby, let me cum inside. want to feel it drip out of you tomorrow.”

you clench around him hard and he breaks. his hips slamming forward in a fast pace, burying himself as deep as he can while he spills. thick, hot ropes painting your insides, so much it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still pulsing.

he doesn’t pull out. just stays seated, cock softening inside you, arms wrapping tight around your waist.

“thank you,” he mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. “love you. so fucking much.”

"love you too cho." he’s already half-asleep again, still buried deep, cum slowly leaking out around him, warm and sticky between your thighs.

“g’night, baby,” he slurs, nuzzling closer. “don’t move. wanna sleep like this.”

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