nerd camboy satoru uses you as his teaching prop. 18+
camboy satoru had made a name for himself all over the internet. his digital footprint consisted of scathing factitious self-sex and factious titles, deliberately curated, to earn the most clicks from his viewers. people watched. they paid. they requested. and mostly, they were interested. in him. who was he? what was he like outside of this?
at daytime, a nerd with the way his glasses hid those lazuline orbs of innocence. chapped lips bitten out of sheer anxiety. stutter whenever he talked to you, girls or anyone in particular. quantum knowledge that was presumed to be innate because how could such talent exist?
but at nighttime, a whore in front of the camera. and he somehow had you, his study partner, complicit in his licentiousness. it had innocently began with you mewling about your low grades in physics—solemnly imposing a oath. if he helped you earn at least a pass in the test, you would do whatever he asked. no bounds, no backing out. and now you were here. all because of your sworn statement.
your legs were unsurely open, tremors with trepidation. “trust me on this, hm?”, satoru comforted with that little awkward smile of his where one corner was tilted higher than the other. his eyes coruscant despite the barrier of his glasses, as if unearthing a sly indulgence of the situation. the camera, seemingly branded, tilted to only show the body—respecting your wishes of hiding your identity. the red flare indicated its broadcasting, thousands of viewers already garnered.
“hey guys, upon tons of requests i received from last time—today’s video will be focused on how to pleasure a woman”. it was as if he was a different person. as if snake skin was sloughed rebirthing a new one. “here, i’ve got a pretty girl with me. she’s a little camera shy so pardon us”, he tipped his head forward, encouraging. with a nod, you hesitantly waved a little at the camera, ever so bashful.
“so, firstly you need to be gentle with your lady. she is a human, not a toy. build the tension” with that, his salt bleached fingertips traced the outline of your pussy through the dampening panties. “tease her just a little. make her want it. want you. don’t force yourself” the middle digit of his rubbed at the overly saturated spot as your breath hitched out of sheer want. a chuckle from him. “hear how her breathing changed? yeah, she wants it”. you whined, feebly, when you felt a dollop of your arousal cascade down. embarrassing and consciousness nurturing your body as you squirmed in your position.
his lone hand switched from holding your pelvis in position to the meat of your breasts, a squeeze too firm. “don’t just focus down there, play with the rest of her body. worship the temple you’re blessed with.” his breath licked the heated skin of your ears, a sugary tone of profane grating words that were sure to exile a saint. “p-please–”, a pleading too weak, consumed by another porny moan.
“yeah, baby. i got you” he pulled the sticky fabric to the side, caressing and pacifying your soaked folds with his fingers. he traced the pattern of your mound down to your inner lips, each labia lulled by his feathery rubs. a bloom of writhing butterflies in your abdomen erupted from sensuous want, a subconscious grind of yours on his fingers signified the requirement. his fingers. inside of you. right now. “baby’s a little impatient huh?” he placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, clutching your thighs from closing.
a slender, bleak skinned finger inside of your wet hole. his fingers tried to open you up for another, simply rutting his pointer in and out of your pussy. “don’t go all two or three at once. it might hurt her. get her to open up more. loosen her up, tightness hurts”. he placed more plumose kisses on to your temple, in order to distract you from the abruptness of the second finger he slipped in.
two fingers conjoined to go inside and outside of your pulsating hole. two fingers that would come out sleek, drenched and go inside again in the same state.
squelches of his fingers stroking the inside your cunt was too loud, obscene echoes of water gushing and moans formed from the scorching heat. his other hand kept torturing you by moulding your breasts—rubbing the nipple between his thumb and pointer—swiping upwards on the tip making you jolt at times. “yeah, you are doing so good. taking my hand so good, hm?”
his fingers lurched in to your pussy deep. staining the walls with his imprints, denting crescents inside of your raw cunt. “yeah, are you about to cum?” he grunted against your ears, cauterising blood rushing through your head, burning your senses.
you moaned as you felt them curl, again. he had buried his fingers in to the hilt, you felt the heel of his palm grind on your clit, incessant lapping on the overtly sensitive clitoris bud. “yeah—she’s close. and when she is, focus on her clit. stimulate it more and more”
his two fingers wiped from your secreting hole and your bulbous bud, the hastiness lecherous and careless in spreading your sweetness all over. on the spur of the moment, you squirted out your orgasm in gushes—all over his working fingers, far enough on to the camera lens.
the sticky residue clung on to the epidermis of your thighs, breathing erratic from the arduous action only to be interrupted satoru’s sharp intake of air. “shit—the camera died midway.”
using the replica dildo your nsfw content mutual!gojo satoru gifted you on stream. part one + inspo ask
ever since you’ve received that stupid gift from satoru, he hasn’t left you alone. constantly asking if the quality of silicone was that of a good quality. and asking if it felt like the real thing — a subtle hint of ‘did it feel like my dick?’.
but the truth is, you haven’t used it — you couldn’t even fathom the thought of how something so big could possibly fit inside of you.
“sooo… how’d it feel, hmm?!” satoru says over the phone, and you could practically hear the smile he’s biting back as your eyes flicker over to the hyper-realistic dildo.
it’s almost scary how similar the replica is to the videos of himself on twitter. the texture of the silicone is soft to touch, representing a faux skin. even the girth of the toy is surrealistic — the way your able to curl your hands around it, and squeeze it as the skin around it wrinkles in just the way satoru’s does when he’s fisting his dick on live.
“i already told you, toru.” you pan your attention back to the conversation. “i will not be putting that monstrous thing inside of me.” you reach a hand towards your phone, watching satoru’s lips curl downwards into that signature pout of his.
“monstrous?! you’re so mean.” he sighs, “thought you wanted a gift straight from japan, something you could even put to good use.” you watch his lips follow his words as he rambles on. his gorgeous, feathered eyelashes batting with each blink he takes, and the way his bottom lip is glossed over with a coat of his saliva.
satoru’s beauty always made you question how such a pretty face could be carrying something so, deadly within their pants. and you’d be lying to yourself if you said the thought of using the dildo never cross your mind at least thrice.
“not monstrous in a bad way, just you know…” you add to satoru’s mini yap-session. “this thing is way bigger than it looks on camera. if i put this inside of me, i’d probably die.” you say in an a way that left you speechless which earned a chuckle out of satoru.
“you’re not gonna die, we have infinite compatibility.” he grins, revealing the dimple at the corner of his mouth. “compatibility, or not it’s still gonna hurt like hell.” you reply, though there’s a little pause.
just a beat of silence before satoru responds. “should i fly over there and just give you the real thing instead?”
his tone is playful, but there’s a linger that makes it feel heavier than it should have. the kinda feeling that makes your stomach fill with warmth. “w— what, toru?! stay where you are!” you stutter out, a little flustered because he’s stupidly persistent and annoyingly bold.
—
and now you can’t help but wonder — what if satoru had flown to your city. what if your first taste of satoru’s dick didn’t have to be the replica he sent, but the real him… wondering just how warm your bodies would feel against each other. how, if it was too much, would he praise you through it? or would he accidentally bottom-out inside you?
a connection shared between you two in which a piece of silicone could never replicate.
so maybe that explains why you’re active at such an abnormal time — logged into your onlyfans during past hours, disregarding the posting schedule you had planned for unreleased content as you hit the ‘go live now’ button.
you rarely go live after midnight. and the one thing you didn’t expect was for your subscribers to be so active after midnight as the view count doubled, and tripled over the span of minutes.
though this wasn’t an ordinary live — no, this one was different. your setup was slightly ajar, as if you were in some sort of rush. you didn’t even use your camera display, instead you used some cheap tripod you found lying around your room and connected your phone to it.
the quality of your phone in dim lighting wasn’t the best, but at least your body’s still clear enough on the camera. you’re in nothing, but a thin-cottoned tank top and panties. your back against the mattress, thighs parted with your knees tucked towards your chest and the tripod is held between your thighs. exposing the damp spot of fabric practically molded onto the mounds of your lips.
it was honestly pathetic how wet you could get from just a few thoughts of delusion. inappropriately thinking of all the ways you’d take satoru at any time, and place. how knowingly he’d come running like a dog if you’d just say the word.
but you don’t have to say the words — not when satoru’s almost instantly pressing on the onlyfans notification with your username titled in bold.
“freakenuinelyy/n is now live!”
his screen being met with your body on full display during his lecture. he isn’t even in a moral environment to be watching something, so explicit as he makes his way to the nearest bathroom in the building.
and as unusual as it is for you to go live during the middle of the day in satoru’s timezone — he’s never missed a stream of you a day in his life.
satoru watches you through his screen. watching the way you tease yourself through those dangerously thin panties, as your fingers rub over your clothed clit. he loved hearing the soft moans escape from your lips whenever you’d touch yourself, it made the blood flow straight to his dick immediately.
you were like an addictive drug to him as he fumbled around to get himself free from out of his pants. mumbling under his breath once he began stroking himself to you, imagining just how perfectly you’d take him. how fucking beautiful you’d look underneath him while being stretch out by his dick.
he’d watch you tug your panties to the side, pupils blown as he focus on how soaked you were. like you’ve been edging yourself all day just to find relief at the end. satoru groaned at the sight of your hole clenching around nothing, practically begging to be stuffed as he squeezes his cock harder with a pleasurable wince.
your fingers graze over your clit, dipping down to where you’re soaked before gliding your index and middle finger through your slit with a moan as you bit down on your lip. that’s satoru’s favourite part because whenever your fingers dip down and disappear into that tiny hole, he can’t help but replace your fingers with the image of his cock sliding in.
he watches as he fists himself, biting back noises before realizing that your fingers never once dipped inside your pussy. instead you’re reaching for lube, and drizzling it messily over yourself as it drips down the inside of your thighs down the crevices of other areas.
a part of him is hoping that you reach for the gift he sent you, and not some other random subscriber’s gift. satoru wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft, practically strangling it as he pauses his movements in anticipation. feeling the circulation slowly cut off, making him more sensitive as he watches you pull a dildo into the frame.
his dildo. the dildo he shamelessly begged you to use even though you’ve repeatedly told him no. “well, fuck me…” satoru let out a breathlessly chuckle, and threw his head back against the wall behind him as his dick involuntarily twitched in his hand.
this reality felt a little different than how he’d imagined it. his jaw tightened as he watched you glide the silicone between your folds, watching the way your slick coated the length, and how’d he wished it were him.
the size difference drove him absolutely insane, he even started to understand why you thought it wouldn’t fit as his eyes drifted towards the comments.
@torusthroatgoat: no fucking way that things gonna fit
@iswalakum: i’ve never seen dildo look THAT realistic before
@oggoonetter: wait … why’s that dildo look so familiar ??
@dilftojiidk: if you can take that like a champ, let me gift you something even better
@463352cs: is that theblueeyedgoat’s dick ???
satoru closes the comment tab while groaning, before he’s getting numerous notifications from twitter of people tagging him under your page.
“@theblueeyedgoat, @freakenuinelyy/n is using a dildo that looks similar to your dick?!?!!”.
the parasocial subscribers are going crazy. but nothing’s crazier than the jealous pit lodged at the bottom of satoru’s stomach. the way he watches you dip the head of dildo near your entrance, and hears the way you whine at the first attempt to push it in? he’s losing it.
satoru didn’t expect to feel a sense of inferiority… no, he thought watching you struggle to take his dick would be the best thing life had to offer, but that was completely wrong. he’d made the the biggest mistake of his life. and now he’s stuck paying the price — watching you gain pleasure from something that he should’ve tasted for himself.
the camera is shaking as you’re pushing the tip of the dildo against your entrance, struggling to fit the silicone inside. it’s too big, and you can already feel the stretching burn every time you push it deeper.
you’re cursing under your breath, small whimpers falling from your lips as you go for another attempt. this time more assertive than last as you gnaw at your bottom lip, feeling the slow, aching burn stretch you open as the head finally disappears inside of you.
there’s a strained lump in your throat that makes you swallow down hard because there’s no way you’re taking satoru’s ‘dick’ right now, in-front of thousands of people. and within those thousands of people there’s a certain someone watching… locked in a campus bathroom stall with his pants dropped to his ankles and a hand desperately fisting at his cock.
he’s watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made you — the dildo he replicated just for you and yet he’s gritting his teeth, and tightening his jaw out of pure jealousy.
the way you’re so visibly tight around the silicone. how your breathing staggers each time you push and pull another inch of the toy in and out of you. even how you’re able to accommodate the size of something that looked physically impossible to handle.
it should’ve been satoru inching his way into you — he should’ve been the one splitting you open on his cock. you were supposed to be the one clawing your nails into the flesh of his back, while he felt you struggle to take him as he cooed you through the pain of it all.
or… that’s what he thinks should’ve happened instead of gifting you that stupid, fucking dildo he’s basically been cucking himself with as he watched the way your hole devoured the silicone repeatedly through the screen. thinking about how warm, and tight your insides would be while milking his dick for all he’s worth before he’s shooting a heavy load into the palm of his hand with a desperate groan escaping his throat.
satoru watches as you’re still rearranging your insides on screen while he’s still pulsing out ropes of cum, before he’s opening the chat box again. this time tapping his fingers against his screen.
“theblueeyedgoat has tipped $2000.”
and there’s a message sent along with the donation.
“you’re taking me so good princess. think ya’ can handle the real thing too?”
lowkenuinely tagging the ppl who wanted a part two, hope you enjoy !! ᰔ : @therealkenzieeee , @m1lfl0verrr , @oidloid , @novxccaine , @meennish , @miacutiepatootie , @gojomio , @luvxpink , @eyekoniccs , @grandqueen1533 , @itsthegrabber , @lumiq-q ,
respecting your celibacy, with just the tip. 18+ (part one)
“oops, i slipped”
that was the facetious excuse satoru used when confronted. an over-exaggerated pout adorned his face, crust of azure in the irises where the coldness of arctic gleamed in mischief, snow eyelashes down in a facade. “didn’t mean it baby. ’m sorry.” lies.
oh, he meant it. he meant to do what he had done. because you peeped the sly curve of his lips despite the ‘rueful’ apologies. because the flush remained on his wintry cheeks despite the sad face.
“i promise, just the tip” that was his oath. ever since he had panty-fucked you under the pretense of showing what a cock looked like, you had been cynical of his unsolicited sex ed. “as your best friend, it’s my duty to show you it feels. what if your first man is terrible? how else would you know”
your scepticism had mangled you, but the devil on your shoulder managed to disperse any sense of rationality you had which lead you to where you laid, your bed, being taunted by satoru.
“don’t worry, i’ve got control” his reassurance fell to your deaf ears, your lips feverish under your teeth as you looked at him. his fingers tangled with the laces of his sweats, the fabric drooped below revealing the white trail of his hair.
his sweatpants fell half-way, stopped at his thigh, enough to show his cock. the length painted a darker shade of pink, almost a fusion of rufous and beige from the rush of blood all leading up to the fat of his cockhead. already stained at the slit with pre-cum from palming himself through the sweat. “quit acting like you haven’t seen it before” his blue eyes darted away with blush on cheeks. of course you had seen it, but, still seeing it too clearly had elicited a coil in your abdomen.
“ju—just, do whatever you said you would.” you muttered, feeling the heat of the moment temper your face. “yeah, yeah. only the tip”. a confirmation which would be diluted later on.
“remove your panties, will you?” for some prude reason, that had been the most lewd request ever uttered to you. even the word ‘panties’ coming out of his mouth had you take in a sharp breath. “wh—why should i?” a protest in a pitched voice trying to retain the last sense of rebellion against hyper sexuality, immediately understood as faux by him. it was just pure virginity. and it had him harder. his cock, elongated like a wood piece. “fuck it, let me then”
“what—no, no” but too late because he had tugged the hem of your panties down in one go and instinctively groaned at the sight.
and with that he had you all open, pussy in an erotic display for only him, thighs held open with the knees pinned down while your head turned away in shame and pleasure. “satoru, please” a whisper for some grace but none given because the saintly man was such a sinner. “shit, you’d take me in so damn well—hah”, whorish groans brewed with a shaky breath and a lick at his canine.
his dick slipped between your folds, coating itself with your wetness, labia wider each time he glided over your hole. “oh yeah, look at her” a tease. the underside of his faint bubblegum peak rushed over your clit making you clench your thighs. nectar smeared all over, droplets coursing rivers down the meat of your ass and his balls, adhesive on them. “so damn slippery, i-is it usual for a virgin to be soaked like this–hah? fuck me.”
you didn’t know. honestly, you didn’t know. you bit on to the knuckles of your folded fist, feeling the adornment of satoru’s veins on the shaft mating against your raw cunt, the slippery hole for your best friend’s cock.
“oh my, baby” his head tilted back as he moaned out your given nickname by him. adapted from cry-baby. a pet name of mocking nature used to rile you to the point of an outburst resulting in him being hit. but this time, the way he said it, felt like something shared between more than just friends.
“hah— damn it, what will your parents think about this huh? knowing their good girl gets fucked by her best friend? the one who meets them. greets them. knowin’ that the boy who promises them to take care of their little one is the same one having his cock inside her.”
“aren’t they downstairs yeah? want them to listen to their girl’s virginity be taken” when was satoru this soiled? what had him so insatiable with the spirit of limos residing in him.
a yelp registered out of your lips, mouth agape with a silent scream escaping. your insides stretched, the plump walls of your pussy were scalding from the stretch. satoru had his cock inside you. “shit. shit. shit. baby—i’m sorry, hah”. a brutal, scorching lurch made subconsciously by him had you falter forward, almost in half. the feeling was fervent. you had never felt something like this before. he was big. too big inside your tight puritan hole. his brute cock pumping a few thrusts in, almost submerged by you, impaling you with a piercing orgasm.
“sa—satoru—pull out!”
and he did. the sudden extraction made you gasp for air as you retired on the sheets. completely weary. but to satoru’s nefarious gaze, that had been a fantasy.
with your hands rested on each side of your head. face lolled to the side with a string of drool connecting the corner of your mouth to the sheet. sweat beads had brooked down the flesh of your breasts and stomach. your pussy, still open and spread, convulsed with your wetness glistening your folds.
lord condemn him cause he couldn’t help but spurt all over you. ropes of translucent fluid with creams of white aimed at your open cunt. his cum stained you facing no resistance. and if that wasn’t enough to claim proprietary interest, three of his pale fingers smeared it around and shoved it in, stuffing you full of him.
“satoru—why” your weak protests had come in short breaths as if your lungs had been repeatedly punctured. “you said–you wouldn’t go in! you bastard!” he laughed at your preserved purity. even when ‘swearing’ at him. “wanna punish me then baby?”
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series masterlist! can be read as standalone
Having a boyfriend who was a streamer meant going hours without being able to cuddle him or getting his attention solely on you. Sometimes he’d be live for ten hours, and you’d just have to sit there on the side, shamelessly ogling him.
Megumi was the type of person who was impossible to distract once he started doing something. Although you knew his eyes followed you every single time you walked into the room, even if he didn't move his head. So today, you decided to really test his focus and get his attention because you were bored.
Plan A:
Marching into the room and onto the seat right next to his, you arrived armed with a bowl of cereal. It seemed normal enough, except for the fact that you had a ladle that was literally half the size of the bowl.
Clink. Clink.
The metal shrieking against the bowl echoed in the quiet room. Megumi’s eyes flickered toward you, a subtle side-eye taking in the ridiculous utensil. He didn't say a word, just let out a tiny, amused huff through his nose he fought the urge to smile before turning back to the screen.
Plan failed
Plan B:
Every time you sat down, you decided you ‘forgot’ something. First, it was a book. Instead of walking out like a normal person, you dropped to the floor and began crawling out the door like a ninja. You even threw in a few dramatic barrel rolls for good measure.
When you came back and sat down, you let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh and started the whole stealth mission again to go grab your headphones. Megumi’s fingers were still blurring across the keyboard, but you could see the corner of his mouth twitching. Still, no real reaction.
Plan failed
Plan C:
You reached under your hoodie and pulled out a TV remote, placing it carefully on his lap. He didn't even react. Two minutes later, you pulled out a stapler and stacked it on top.
Megumi, the good boyfriend he was, didn't even complain, he just reached down and adjusted the remote when it started to slip off his thigh, helping you keep the stack balanced. You added a roll of toilet paper, then a decorative cushion. The tower of junk was reaching his chest, wobbling with every breath he took, his long fingers coming up to steady the cushion for you without him ever looking away from the game.
Seeing him refuse to break, you got frustrated.
Finally, with a soft sigh escaping your lips, you stood up, clearing the clutter from his lap with a sudden movement of your hand. Without waiting for an invitation, you climbed directly onto his lap. You rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
Even though he was still invested in the game, his body instinctively reacted to you, he leaned his head down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your hair, while his hand slid under your hoodie to trace slow, soothing circles across your back.
You smirked, feeling the heat radiating from him. It was time to find out just how much resolve he had left.
Spreading your thighs wider, you shifted closer, settling your weight firmly over his groin. You looked up through your lashes, seeing his eyes still glued to the monitor, though his breathing had hitched. Slowly, you began to roll your hips in a deep, circular grind.
Megumi froze instantly. The character on the screen went still. Got him.
Rolling your hips again, the slow glide of your panties against his boner in the sweats made your own toes curl. Megumi let out a visible shudder. You leaned up, peppering soft, wet kisses along his jaw and neck, eventually finding the pulse point at his neck sucking gently.
A low, involuntary sound escaped him. His hands finding your waist with a firm grip. He gripped you so tight his knuckles were turning white, his fingers digging into ur hips with a desperate force that you were certain there would be bruises there tomorrow, not that you minded.
Letting out a low, shaky breath, his hand tangling deep into your hair to gently tilt your head back so your face was tilted up toward his. His gaze was dark and focused, searching yours for a fleeting second before he leaned down and crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you with a desperate urgency that told you his resolve had finally crumbled.
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly, growing heavy and charged with the attention you had been craving. As he trailed kisses down your neck, you kept moving, the friction of the denim and cotton rubbing together creating an agonizingly good heat. You felt a shudder rack your body as the sensation intensified. Megumi’s hands moved with your hips, his large palms guiding your hips to move faster, slamming you right against him with every roll.
Soft, breathless sounds escaped you, met by his own heavy, ragged breaths against your ear. The friction was perfect, making your head swim and your skin feel like it was on fire. Your movements became erratic, frantic, as the tension finally snapped. You felt the warmth of your release soaking into his sweatpants. The wet spot evident from both of you as you slumped against him, breathing heavily.
Megumi pulled back just enough to look at your face, flushed, mouth parted, eyes hazy with pleasure. He leaned in again, kissing you with a new, raw urgency. He didn't slow down, his hands kept your hips rolling against him, forcing more whines from your throat.
"Megumi..." you whispered, your voice trembling when he buried his face in your neck again, his breath hot against your skin.
"You're making it impossible to be a gentleman anymore," he groaned against your skin, his voice thick and rough with an emotion he rarely showed. He stood up abruptly, catching you by the thighs so your legs locked around his waist and carried you straight to the bed. The game was now a distant memory.
Plan successful.
notes:
this is my first time writing anything smutty, sorry if its bad, tips are appreciated
dividers: @diviniyae
moving in together was a tough time for sukuna. mainly because you had the stamina of a rabbit when it came to sex. in fact, he considered himself to be a man with a high sex drive before he met you.
as much as he loved fucking you stupid, he was embarrassed to admit he was out of fuel. so, he’d just let you ride his face or something. his body became yours to use while he recuperated.
but this time, he was dedicated! he wanted you to be the one that got exhausted first. getting yourself off was something he couldn’t comprehend anymore. what was he there for if not to fuck you?
your sweaty body was laid out across the soft sheets of his bed. the hands of your husband held you in a mean mating press, with your legs pressed so firmly against your chest that it stopped your tits from bouncing any further.
this position wasn’t a showcase of sukuna’s control, not at all. he used your legs like handlebars—leverage. he was winded! his thrusts were lazy and sloppy, each slap of skin timed out further than the last. a mental count of how many times he’d made you finish was lost somewhere in the sea of cum he stuffed you full of.
“god..my fuckin’ back hurts, woman.” he complained, but continued fucking you anyway like he was half asleep. sukuna was certain he’d rubbed your cervix raw, and that when he would inevitably pulled out, the tip of his cock would he filed off. thats how long he’d been inside you.
“well don’t stop now—m’close again..” you whined, rutting your hips back onto his weakly twitching cock. “just let me ride you if you’re so tired.” honestly, you could go forever. the soreness wasn’t enough to kill your libido even a hair. cum dripped out of your syrupy, stretched hole like sap whenever he’d pull out enough to leave some space. it glazed your thighs in a way that didn’t feel wasteful, just pretty.
sukuna panted, his painted nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he held himself up. “it’s not just—fuck—about being tired..” a sharp thrust had you keening. “i don’t have any cum left, wife. you milked me dry, s’all in here.” he pressed down on your lower stomach, which in turn sent more of his seed trickling out.
you laughed at that, then moved your hips so the head of his cock nudged your g-spot routinely. “i-is that supposed to..mmh..mean something to me?”
your husband just shook his head, slamming into you again with the remainder of his stamina. it was enough, since it sent your orgasm hurling its way toward you again. your back arched off the bed like it was your first orgasm of the night, and your head sunk into the pillow behind you with a soft thud. a strained cry crawled its way out of your throat when you felt his pathetically small load splurt inside you. only half your body knew it was exhausted.
he panted above you, sweat gulfing down his chest and sticking pink hairs to his tatted face. his eyes were half lidded from exhaustion, though you were too far into bliss to recognize it. he released your legs, but you spread them open again anyway.
“a-again..” you whimpered, finally peeling your head off the pillow. you wiggled your hips, a moan leaving both of you due to the overstimulation.
he looked distraught, and you could see his face this time. “are you shitting me.”
“iif you don’t want to we can stop.” you quickly assured
sukuna scoffed, picking up your thighs again. he always folded so fast. “course i want to. the fuck do you think i am?” you felt his cock twitch inside you again, slowly but surely starting to stuff your worked cunt close to how it was before. it was a sorry excuse for an erection, but it was enough since he started slowly thrusting again.
you were a virgin. well, for a reason. it was rooted in puritan traditions as well as an idealistic personal choice of wanting your first to be with someone you marry.
“this isn’t sex. so don’t worry” satoru flashed a puerile smile, showcasing his milk white canine teeth which dug in to his spit glossed lips.
his cock, colored in a deeper shade of wisteria with protruding veins woven around, slid on the thin layer of your dampened panties. your thighs were parted with his obstinate hands, both knees pressed right on the mattress; having you in full view.
your cotton panties, were too wet, clinging on to you—even more so, due to him caressing and pressing it on your skin with the help of his shaft to vividly showcase the lining of your pussy.
“relax cutie, this is within the rules” albeit, it actually wasn’t.
clearly not at all. but all you could do was let out indecent whimpers of bittersweet pleasure. satoru’s idea of celibacy was simple. anything but the intercourse—which was totally wrong but oh well. “come on, baby. don’t be shy”. his cheeky cadence trapped you in a profane dichotomy; left you teetering between a rebuke or an allowing of him to continue his orgasmic torture.
“’toru, mhm, n–no..” puny protests scrambled from your mouth earning a teasing chuckle from him. “haah—please” but it all simply met with complete disregard.
satoru’s bulky tip, a muted smudge of a pastel pink, was already salivating. a string of thick pre-cum on his slit, dispersed itself on the wetness of your panties. “hm, you sure say no but you are dripping for me” he uttered through clenched teeth, rubbing the underside of his length on to your clothed folds. “yeah, feel this huh?”.
a hedonistic smiled etched on to his porcelain face, the corner of his lips formed a torpid crescent. mischievously, his pale fingers guided himself in between your folds, his dick grinding itself between your puffed labia. “fuck, you seriously do grip like a damn virgin”.
he squeezed the bulbous head of his cock, his speed increasing with needy pantings. sweat beads laid artistry of webs on his forehead, temple and neck. his pearl luminescent face was flush with a spread of crimson from pure need and want.
his eyes had drooped, jaw tightened as he stretched the hem of your panties upwards till your naval. the movement caused the fabric to thin out—you could feel him. clearly. tangible even with the barrier of your soaked panties.
you let out a visceral moan when his tip nudged your clit with a soft, slow kiss. his cockhead traced the outline of your cunt, palpating red to stuff you full with his cum soiled dick.
“fuck, wonder what it’d be like inside this tight virgin pussy.” his lilt slowed, sensual as if aching with yearn. his blue-flamed orbs darkened in to a softer grey, half-lid, staring directly at you. “you ever wonder that, sweetie? this huuuge dick slowly filling you up, right inside this sweet little spot. would go all the way in yeah. mhm… ever think of so?”
“thinking about me bottoming out. you know what that is baby? every inch of me inside of you. inside your wet cunt. hmm, takin’ your virginity, corruptin’ every bit of your innocence.”
and there it was. with a few more incessant rubs against your outline, he spurted out thick loads of pasty-like cum on to you. his hand made sure milk all of it out, whorishly rubbing the cream all over your covered hole, giving your wet pussy a few slaps. “see, kept my word. didn’t i? no sex” an audacious statement formed with a complacent grin.
this wasn’t supposed to be.
the deal was simply to see what a penis looked like. not to have your best friend fuck you through your panties.
heavily inspired by a porn vid i saw ages ago on a sketchy website but oh boy—pantyfucking is so underrated
“And I bet you, you won’t have a royal flush by the end of this game,” you challenged Suguru Geto. Your best friend’s older brother by 6 years. The same person you grew up hanging around. And the same person you were currently playing cards with because your fake ass friend went out to run a quick errand.
You weren’t mad, just… flustered? Being left alone with her older brother, who always watches you like a predator waiting any second to pounce on their prey.
He did offer to buy what she needed, but she said no and left.
It’s not like you were scared of him (you were), you grew up around him. It’s just that things are different now. He’s older and bigger, and hotter. And has abs now. Like what?
“And if I end up with that by the end of the game, then?” he said, voice low, in a soothing way.
“Then… You um.. You can get whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” a pause, “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
For some reason, you were starting to feel hot under his piercing gaze. Those heavy eyes of his that undressed you before actions ever could.
“What will you give me?”
“Whatever you want, Suguru,” you groaned, repeating yourself, making him grin. “No take-backs, ok?”
“Why… what do you want?” There was a small chance you might be regretting your words now. What if he makes you do something embarrassing or eat an insect or– or–
“You’ll see,” was all he said before grabbing the first card from the deck, placing it face up on the glass circle table that was centered in front of the dark leather sofa you and he were sharing, sitting on opposite ends.
The game was coming closer to an end, and victory seemed far from reality for you. But Suguru ending with a royal flush was so fucking unlikely that you were relaxed. Even if you lost, Suguru technically wouldn’t win.
Yeah. Or so you thought. Even with the impossible chances, once the game finished, and you accepted your loss, Suguru turned his hand in your direction, being met with what you could only describe as bullshit.
There was no fucking way this man pulled it off. Whether he cheated or didn’t, the chances of getting a Royal Flush are incredibly low. One in a Million type beat. So how?
While you were having an existential crisis, pacing around the living room, Suguru came up behind you, wrapping those large, veiny arms around your midsection, making you jump.
“So about that deal.”
“...what do you want.. And– before you say anything, I’m not eating inse–”
“Let me play with your pussy.”
What?
—
Somehow, your friend was still missing, and some-fucking-how in that time frame of her not being a part of her own household, you have somehow managed to fuck yourself up both physically and mentally and have gotten in bed with your friend’s older brother—in his bed—while he inspects your pussy like it’s a cold case.
“You keep twitching, are you horny?” Geto teases, his warm breath fanning over your exposed cunt.
“N-no, dickhead, I’m just— ohh– fuck!” You choke on your words—saliva—leaving the sentence on a cliffhanger. Suguru’s rough fingers, the backside, ghost over your swollen clit before leaving a harsh flick that has you moaning in pleasure.
“Such a dirty liar and masochist,” The man coos, 2 fingers circling your entrance, all that unused slick sticking to his fingers, trailing them up to your poor abused clit, massaging the little bud between the 2 damp pads, rolling it between them.
You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes tight enough to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this is or fall asleep. But neither happened. Your body is too aware to fall asleep and too awake to be dreaming.
Biting back any noises that threaten to slip out while he teases you like an untouched instrument.
“Sugu–”
“I’m going to record, ok?”
“What!?”
“Relax, I won’t show anyone,” he says calmly, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his grey sweats. You want to fight him, but do you really? As much as you want to run and kick him in the face, he can clearly see you’re enjoying this far more than him.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he grins, your eyes squinting from the bright flash of his phone. Is this fucker really filming with flash on?
Your body has a physical reaction to the thought of him just having a recording of your bare body at his disposal, anytime he needs.
His fingers stretch and play with your cunt, pulling it in all sorts of directions, getting every part of you on camera. He even films your insides as he slowly pushes the 2 fingers he’s been using on you inside. Watching how they fill your needy little hole. Your back arches, fingers tangled in the sheets, pulling harder. Eyes wandering over his perfect face, stray hairs falling over his face, while the rest is messily tied.
“She likes it,” he says, grinning at your reaction to his words. Face twisting in pleasure.
“Record,” he demands, abruptly handing you the phone, not giving any sort of warning before diving in between your parted thighs.
His soft lips come into contact with your soaking wet cunt. Tracing along your clit and down to your hole. Slipping his tongue inside, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands unsteadily holding the camera, having it angled down to his hair while he devours you like a starved man.
“You have the softest and sweetest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven, doll,” the man says with a mouthful, the vibrations reaching your core. His hands gripping and massaging your thighs, matching the rhythm of his tongue that moved like it knew its way around your body.
He licks every corner and bump that sends you higher than the 7 skies. Touching each part that elicits the sluttiest noises out of your mouth and the tightest spasms from your muscles.
His fingers dug into the squishy flesh of your thighs, nose bumping against your clit, leaving your thighs trembling.
“So fucking—mm, good,” he groaned, making you scream his name, a way of informing him that you’re close, already. Might be one of your quickest orgasms.
“Come on, pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done playing with you,” he chuckles at your needy whine at his words, “ok, ok, you can cum, go on.”
Your back arches off the bed, phone slipping from your loose grip, landing somewhere in the sheets.
He keeps sucking and licking and drinking you in like sin. Enjoying every untouched part of you.
Your body shakes as release crashed over you in waves. Suguru slows his roll. Sucking more sensually, flicking your clit with his tongue only when needed. Once he’s pleased with your orgasm and your sudden body jolts, he pulls back.
The dim glow in the room illuminated his slick-covered lips and chin, and that filthy smirk plastered across his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up before my sister beats both our asses,” he grins. Helping you up.
“I’m never playing cards with you again.”
“By the way, I cheated.”
“You son of a–”
A/N: im back from my mini something hiatus, also no part 2, leave me alone and i'm working on my longer fics, i swear, no more tiny one shots, i've js been rllyyyyy sick
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Synopsis. Choso Kamo: Itadori Yuji’s older brother, drummer to the Löded Diper, that touch-starved punk-rocker that’s been absolutely obsessed with you. You: nothing less than queen bee on campus, leader of The Plastics, about to show that loser that he totally can’t sIeep sit with you! …Maybe.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!popular!reader, punk!Choso, Regina George x Rodrick Heffley AU, college AU, Itadori family shenanigans, wingmanning, Mean Girls references (like a lot), slight crackfic, he’s SO down bad for you, píning, parties, pússydrúnk Choso, face-sítting, oraI (fem rec.), first times (him), fíngering, spítting chokíng, Choso with piercings, D piercings, ROUGH S, he goes FÉRAL, making it fit, síze k, manhandIing, matíng presses, creampíes, slight cúmplay, confessions, getting together, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 14.0k
A/N. Hehehe am I late…
Choso sighs, “Isn’t she amazing…?”
“She just looked at you and giggled? She just whispered about it to her friends and now they’re all staring? She’s walking away without even looking back?”
“I know- she’s more than amazing.”
Yuji looks at his older brother. Then he looks at you. He looks at his older brother. Then he looks at you- and the next time he’s setting his sights on the dark-haired man, Yuji sort of feels like slamming his face into his bowl of mushy peas.
He squints at your disappearing back, “Right…” If this is what the college experience was about then put this college at the bottom of his safety schools.
But listen! It’s not like he’d ever speak bad about his big brother - this was his cool, calm, collected brother after all (at least he was supposed to be). And so Yuji’s pushing the bulk of his skepticism aside, and turning back to Choso.
“So when are you gonna ask her out, bubba?”
“A-ask her out—?!”
Choso Kamo’s voice cracks on the mere words, at the mere notion—and Yuji can only ogle him in utter bewilderment. Oh…my god…?
Alright so not calm or cool or collected.
Fuck, he was so far gone that it almost looked painful.
He’s never seen his big brother’s eyes shine like that before - whether in excitement (at the delusion) or in panic (at the reality) he couldn’t quite tell. He’s never seen his big brother’s face burst into a blush so strong that it makes him wince. He’s never seen his big brother turn his toned frame away and start muttering - more to himself than anything.
“Why would you even suggest that? Why would you want me to- heheh…ask her out? Why did you know that’s been my biggest dream since freshman year? Why did you think that I could ever possibly manage to-” And then he’s gasping in realization.
And in a split-second - so fast that the poor pink-haired boy could never have seen it coming - Choso’s whirling around to grab him from either side of his shoulders. “Unless- unless you saw something between us that I didn’t!” He exclaims, shaking Yuji with every word. “Unless you believe that I actually have a chance and you want me to go for it before it’s too late?!”
Yuji’s jaw drops, “I uh…huh?”
“But of course!” Choso was on a roll now, jostling the boy back and forth even harder. “In dad’s nighttime k-dramas the two romantic leads never really know when they like each other—but of course!” People in the cafeteria were starting to stare now. “I’m the male lead and you saw something in her eyes that made you want me to confess! Before either I get hit by a truck and get amnesia or she gets married off to some faraway 6’7 CEO-”
“CEO? What the f-”
“So what was it you saw?” Abruptly stopping his shaking now, Choso leans in with widened eyes. He probes at his younger brother with eager questions, “What was it you saw in her eyes? Hidden longing? Desire? Betrayal? Lu-”
“M-maybe?” God, he was feeling dizzy now and those peas weren’t helping…“Webster’s Dictionary did say that betrayal could be a synonym for disgust. I think.”
To which Choso pauses - still with that same insanely hopeful expression stiff on his face. And Yuji thinks that he might just’ve have broken him when-
“Oh, it’s no use—” He almost thinks he prefers the ramblings of a madman, rather than the dramatic way that Choso’s throwing himself over his space on the cafeteria table. Head in his hands. Shoulders shaking with a sigh.
The metal trays they’d been provided with rattle ever-so-slightly at his ministrations, and Yuji has to be the one to nudge them to the side. Mouthing out apologies to the students around them that throw them dirty looks—honestly, this was supposed to be his tour of his older brother’s college campus before he attended. He was supposed to be the one being taken care of during this pivotal time of his life.
Which (to Choso’s credit) had been what ended up happening for most of the day: through all those labs and lecture halls and facilities he’d been led to by him, through all those professors that Choso made him speak about his future major with, through most of lunch where his brother kept on insisting that he take more until…you came along.
Almost as if thinking of the very same thing (you), Choso’s sniffling even louder. And Yuji’s gingerly patting at the AC/DC t-shirt on his back, “There there…it’ll be alright, bubba. Wait- if you’re the male lead then who am I?”
Choso sputters out, “I don’t know? Homosexual supporting cast? I don’t know anything-” Pathetically bemoaning, “I can’t even do anything-”
Yuji insists gingerly, “I’m sure if you just asked her-”
“No you don’t get it, Yuji.” He finally raises his head from his hands, silver lip ring twinklin’ in the light. His older brother brings a ringed hand up to twist at it - in just the way he did whenever he got nervous about something. “She’s part of The Plastics- the leader, actually. And those other two? Utahime and Shoko.”
It seems that you and your duo of friends had been stopped by a few more of your acquaintances just outside the cafeteria. And as you laughed and talked amongst yourselves, Yuji and Choso leaned over in their seats to catch more glimpses of you.
He points subtly at the brown-haired girl with eyebags and a…scalpel close by you. “Ieri Shoko’s one of the smartest girls you will ever meet. Eso sat next to her in Anatomy 101 last semester, and he said she cheated so well that the professor changed their marking scheme.” Then as Choso moves the tip of his digit, so do Yuji’s eyes onto another girl with a scar across her face and an arm thrown over your shoulder. “That one with the traditional dress? That’s Iori Utahime, she’s totally rich because her dad invented the Toaster Strudel. Utahime knows everybody’s business, everything about everyone- that’s why her hair is so big…it’s full of secrets.”
Yuji stifles a giggle, “And ah- the one you’re obsessed with?”
“Shhhh- not so loud!” As if he hadn’t just been causing a scene earlier. Choso just has to take one look at you before he’s repeating your name in the most dreamy manner, “-perfection takes human form in her.”
“Perfection?”
“Don’t be fooled. Because she may seem like your typical selfless, smart, gorgeous sweetheart but in reality…she’s so much more than that.” Choso sighs, “How do I even begin to describe her?”
“I don’t get it, we have popular kids in our high school too?” Yuji asks. Hell, if they were counting like that then he wasn’t doing too bad socially himself.
But Choso’s fervently shaking his head. In an instant, he’s getting up and dragging Yuji away from his mushy peas. Ignoring his whines- “Come with me.”
They all said your name.
“She’s flawless.”
“She has two Fendi purses and a silver Lexus.”
“I hear her hair’s insured for ten thousand dollars.”
“I hear she does car commercials in Shibuya.”
“One time, she met Jacob Elordi on a plane. And he told her she was pretty.”
“One time she punched me in the face. I liked it.”
And by the end of his (second) tour around campus (and his first tour around the gossip mill), Itadori Yuji could…somewhat understand where his older brother was coming from. In addition to being liked so much, you were somewhat…scary.
He feels himself shiver involuntarily as you pass him by, not seeing the two tall boys hidden beneath a large oak tree on campus. Watching you. Though, Shoko does- and glints her scalpel threateningly at them until they duck back behind the scraggly trunk.
“But still-” Yuji hisses at Choso, crouched against the flares of green grass. “-I don’t see why you can’t at least give it one try to ask her out? I thought you weren’t scared of anything, bubba.”
“And then there’s that problem-” Handsome face suddenly hardening, Choso checks whether the coast is clear for Shoko and her scalpel before gesturing at his younger brother to follow. Popping their heads from the side of the oak trunk once more, he’s pointing an index at the other man you’d walked up to.
The tip of his finger - all chipped with black nail polish - honed in like an arrow at the silver haired man. Yuji watched as he grabbed you to his side with a guffaw, where you wrinkled your nose at the way he crinkled your blouse- but let him do as he pleased anyway. “That two-toned, two-inch bastard- Naoya Zenin.”
“From the Zenin Corporations?” Yuji gawked.
“The Zenin Corporations, and he goes ‘round acting like it too.” Choso grumbles, lightly thumping his fist against the tree. “His family’s old old money, but word is they’re gonna be charged with embezzlement soon, heh. He started dating her at the start of freshman year- no idea how that happened, some say he bribed her with a GMC Hummer and they’ve been on and off ever since.”
“Wild.” The pink-haired boy whistles- inadvertently catching the attention of you. Turning away boredly from a lecture on Naoya’s latest business ventures to catch the two tufts of hair peaking through the oak trunk. You have to stifle a laugh as they duck out of sight with matching yelps.
“Something amusing about wining and dining the CEO of the World Bank, honey?” Naoya leers out, and you know he doesn’t mean that pet name he uses.
“Nothing amusing at all, actually.” You’re plastering a painful plastic smile, and he doesn’t catch the snipe. You’re angling your head to try and catch a glimpse ‘round the trunk, at those doey brown eyes that caught yours. “Tell me all about your ah- glorious old money again.”
“Why most certainly.”
You’re rolling your eyes, and you don’t catch the way that Shoko threatens her scalpel in the direction of the oak once more.
Yuji - who’d been craning upwards to take another look - hastily sits back down on the ground with a thump. “Bubba, we’ve got to do something about her though. The Itadori men don’t just sit around doing nothing in a time of crises-”
“Do what though?” Choso puts his face in his hands, long chestnut hair falling around his face. Obscuring his pout from view, though one could hear it. “It’s hopeless-”
“No.”
Choso looks up in surprise.
At Yuji’s determined face, that smile. Brighter than the sun.
He pulls a handheld camera from Choso’s backpack and takes a picture of them both, you in the background. Blissfully unaware. “I’ve got a plan.”
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PHASE ONE OF WIMP: Everybody needs to know.
“There are four phases, the first is-” Yuji whispers, face pressed against the cold library shelf. Textbooks the size of his head. Names of authors that blurred into one. A wall of words that he’d shuffled aside to spy on the other side of it, “-we first have to get the word out about our WIMP.”
“WIMP?” Choso hisses back in confusion. He was standing right beside his younger brother, stooped down to look through their little crack.
A nearly-empty table.
A column of books.
A certain purple-haired girl rarely seen without leaving your side.
“Yeah?” Itadori answers, “Wingmanning Itadori’s Mythical Party- or WIMP for short.”
Choso can only look at him in pure aghast.
“Anyways, going back to our WIMP-”
“Yuji, stop trying to make WIMP happen. It’s not going to happen.”
“About our party then.” To which the pink-haired boy waves off easily, “Don’t sweat it- dad is out on some bonding trip with Uncle Kuna and grandpa, so they won’t be back until tomorrow so we have the house alllll to ourselves.”
It was true that their home actually sat on the outskirts of campus, right alongside the other dorms and residential buildings for the students. It was actually one of the reasons that Choso had chosen this particular university in the first place, because of its proximity (and it led him to you so, good thinking on his part, hm?) And so he still resided there with his family, but as for throwing a party…“Yuji, parties really aren’t a big deal in college. I don’t know if it’s even a good-”
“Do you wanna do this or not?” He pulls away to give Choso a deadpan look, the sharp edges of the books embedding vertical lines on his face.
The other man stammers, “W-well…”
“Let me rephrase-” Yuji says, “-do you want her in your house-”
“Yes.”
“And there you go.”
Choso sputters, face flushing at the fact that he’d been caught out so easily. He scratches behind his neck and looks anywhere but into his brother’s mischievous eyes, “W-well! You’ve clearly been spending too much time with Sukuna…and what about the fact that we have a house and apparently the word- but still no actual- party-”
“Semantics, semantics.” And to Choso Kamo’s complete and utter horror- he’s pulling out his camera to take a picture of their stakeout. He’s starting to push off the bookshelf and walk away.
Reaching out a hand, “Wait- wait, Yuji!”
Right up to the corner of the shelf, he grins. “First we’ve got to get the word out.”
And before Choso can do anything about it, Yuji’s pranced right up to the long student desk. Making a few of them look up at his sudden, yellow-hoodied intrusion- he’s clapping a hand over his forehead and bemoaning. “Oh, woe is me! Woe is me!” Choso’s clapping a hand over his forehead, too, though for a much different reason. He thinks he’s having an aneurysm. “Oh, I seem to have gotten myself a little lost…”
Trailing off, he peeks at Utahime out of the corner of his eye - and finds her completely unphased.
It was as if she didn’t even hear his display, and flicked casually through a glossy athletics magazine that’d been stuffed between the pages of her textbook.
Choso watches as he starts up again, slightly louder this time- “My poor, innocent high school self- all alone in this big, bad campus. All abandoned. If only I had a good samaritan to guide me back…” He peeks at Utahime again and she doesn’t even flinch—and what the- was that a textbook on children’s education she was reading?!
“Oh, how I wish a future teacher—” Yuji lets the words ring in the air, shooing away another student that’d come over to help him. “-could maybe get some practical work in and help me…a poor, poor high school student who doesn’t know of the big world…”
Utahime looks up at him—this was his chance!
And Yuji’s brightening up- before he registers she was looking right past him and at the clock that’d been ticking away on the wall behind him. The two brothers come to the realization at the same time and they bite back groans.
Goddammit! “How I wish I had someone to help me lest they wanted me to miss my brother’s party- tonight. Yes, a party tonight. A partyyyyy—” Emphasizing his words; his initial idea had been to strike up a conversation with Utahime as she (with her heart of gold) helped his poor lost self, and to naturally weave in the idea of the party and perhaps invite her and her friends as a thank you.
But now, Utahime (with her heart of thorns) was pleasantly ignoring him to pack her bag and leave.
Though, he was catching the attention of almost everyone else in this part of the library. Wondering just who the kid was and why the hell he couldn’t shut up—“He doesn’t even go here!”
Yuji sighs, “Free beer.”
“Oh, are you lost?” Utahime asks with a warm smile.
“What the-” Choso squawks, but ultimately gnaws down on the inside of his cheek to shut himself up before she hears. He watches Utahime get up from her seat and sling her back over her shoulder, leading an allegedly lost Itadori Yuji out of the library (the exit was two shelves away but she didn’t seem to question it).
From here, he can hear snatches of their fading conversation - Utahime inquiring about this party, Yuji responding in kind. He rattles off their address that she makes him text her, along with an invite extended to her friends. She says she has two best friends who would just love to come. “You’re Choso’s brother, aren’t you? I saw you two in the cafeteria today, yeah, my friend would tooootally love to come- just don’t tell her boyfriend.”
Yuji tilts his head in slight confusion.
Choso notices that his brother also greatly exaggerates about the beer (which, obviously, the high-schooler wouldn’t be able to drink) and some DJ they’re flying in, but he doesn’t quite have it in himself to feel anything but cautious excitement right now.
You.
You, you, you.
Yuji throws a thumbs up behind his back.
Pulling out his camera and starting to coax Utahime into a selfie picture or two.
Choso’s lifting off of the shelf with a chuckle - he can’t believe it worked. He can’t believe it actually worked! In both shock and slight relief, he’s taking a few steps back—now that he thinks about it, how did it even work-
Before he’s crashing into someone.
“Oh, fuck- I’m so sor-”
“You’re alright, baby.”
That voice.
Choso whirls around so fast that he feels the world tilt. Choso whirls around so fast that he feels his tall figure sway. That he’s chasing the sound of your voice- and he doesn’t even care if he looks a fool doing it.
Though he’s sure it shows, if the way you’re giggling at his action is anything to go by.
Slightly fluttering your lashes, “Something the matter?” You ask, with a smile.
“N-no…”
“Mhm.” And then you lean in—so close that he could kiss you.
One of your hands reaches past him, almost caging him against the book shelf. And Choso’s plastering his back against their hair columns- face burning, hands pressing to his toned sides, pink lips quivering with greed. His eyes dip down to those lips of yours that just kept on getting closer…“Wh-what you are-”
“I got what I need.” In the corner of his peripheral vision, he sees you lift off a hefty textbook from the shelf. Past his figure.
Where your hand had actually been reaching - and Choso feels his heart drop down to his stomach when you neatly distance yourself with the book. That very same slightly-dangerous smile still on your face, “As for you, have fun with your…” Your eyes drift to the gap between two books he’d created, a peephole. Narrowing, though your smile only widens. “-spying. Bye now!”
“W-wait-” Choso’s voice only comes out once you’d left, “Wait I wasn’t-”
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PHASE TWO OF WIMP: Break her up with her boyfriend—yeah yeah, Choso’s bored!
Nobody in the lecture hall seemed to question why a high-schooler was sitting and swinging his feet happily amongst them. Nobody in the lecture hall seemed to question why there was a sudden flurry of texts and whispers more prominent than usual, either.
A palpable excitement in the air.
And Choso doesn’t think that Professor Yaga was paid enough to notice nor care.
It seems that telling Utahime first about the party was the smart move. Because before Choso had even stepped foot outside the library (moving on autopilot after that lil’ encounter from you), the news had trickled down from her and to almost the entire department. He was immediately being thrown looks left and right- hell, even a clap on his shoulder by some frat dude he didn’t know congratulating him on ‘finally throwing a rager’.
He didn’t say he was throwing a rager…nor that he was inviting them…but alright…
Even now, a few of the students around him would nudge each other and not-so-subtly point. Giving him a few glances. Dropping each other the pin of his address. Whispering about how ‘that quiet punk’ kid was throwing a party. Which honestly would’ve been completely tolerable had it not been for the fact that he was drawing attention from the row before him. Think that’s not too bad? Think again-
Choso takes just one glance at the row below—and feels his heart jump to his throat as he recognizes the beautiful back of your head.
He’s spent so many long hours studying it, you couldn’t fault him for immediately knowing…
But it didn’t matter if he knew or not.
It didn’t matter how close he was.
It was you, along with a few of your friends that’d managed to register to the class in time (though, it’s not like you were lacking for willing volunteers). Along with your boyfriend beside you.
Choso’s only able to look from behind.
Always an invisible wall between you two, invisible galaxies in every inch. Even that conversation he had with you in the library had ended in misunderstandings and distance. Oh…his heart ached, he hung his head low.
Your worlds would simply never cross—
“Haibara Yu, an invite for you.”
“Ah! Why thank you, Itadori-kun.”
“Anytime, my dude.” Yuji replies, eyes glimmering with stars.
Choso snaps his head to Yuji in utter astonishment as he leans down and prods the man with the bowl cut in front of him - one of your closest friends, Haibara. And here Itadori Yuji was - speaking to him as if it was absolutely nothing—doesn’t he know that you! Were! Right! There! The pink-haired boy seated next to him hands Haibara an impromptu invitation (really, a scrap of paper ripped off of…Choso’s lyrics book with their address written down).
Chuckling at the cutely childish action, Haibara fist bumps Yuji. “I’ll be there, and say thank you to your brother for me.”
“Oh- he’s right here.” Yuji stabs a thumb to the seat beside him, which Choso looked as if he was trying to sink into. And when Haibara gives him a friendly smile and wave, Choso can only reciprocate with a jerky nod of his own.
And then Choso’s attention gets caught by the way that Yuji reaches deep into his hoodie pocket. Pulling out several more crumpled scraps of paper- how the hell did he have so many? And what the hell was Choso supposed to write songs on now?!
He places his head in his hands and grumbles, “Yuji…”
But Yuji simply continues, “Nanami Kento two for you-” His brother was now throwing the invitations at their unsuspecting recipients, the blond man catches it with a disgruntled scoff. “Ijichi Kiyotaka—four for you Ijichi Kiyotaka, you go Ijichi Kiyotaka!” A bespectacled man catches it with a yelp that catches Yaga’s attention (and his disregard). And then Choso’s heart catches in his throat as Yuji sing-songs out your name, gently handing you your own scrap of paper.
His scrap of written-over…lyrical…paper.
The scrap of paper that Choso had written songs about you on-
“Aw, you wrote my name on it and everything?” You’re cooing at the boy, beginning to unfold the invitation. It was a palimpsest of words, and your eyes go down the slightly-blurred lines of faint writing beneath Yuji’s blocky letters. It was cursive, slanted, with a sweetly messy impression so that you couldn’t make out half the words on it. Just your name. Over and over. “That’s so sweet! Um, you wrote my name…like…a lot-”
“No!”
Before you can read any further, the pierced man behind you reaches over and snatches the paper out of your hands. In a split-second, he has it crumpled up and stuffed deeeep into his bag where no mortal soul would see it ever again.
What follows next might be the most awkward few seconds of silence in his entire life.
Yuji looks at him. Yaga looks at him. Your friends look at him. You look at him-
“Um, why are you so obsessed with me?”
And he can’t even say anything in response because it’s fucking true—!
Yuji takes a picture of the scene.
It’s only Naoya who - seeming to not have noticed a single thing amiss - raises his index in the air and punctuates it with his annoying, grating voice. “Um-”
“And none for Naoya Zenin, bye!” Yuji stuffs the rest of the scraps inside his hoodie.
“Excuuuuuuse me-”
Choso blocks out the tirade of threats that Naoya then proceeds to spit their way, his black-tipped hair flying askew in all angles as he starts arguing with the younger boy. The previous tension between you and Choso left unsettled (not good tension, certainly, no matter what Yuji may think), you’re resigning yourself to lean back in your seat and let Naoya throw his arm over your. Jostled by him. Sighing at the fact that you were jostled by him. “Naoya, let it go-”
And oh—it makes Choso fucking angry to see you still with this asswipe.
But fuck—does it almost make him smile seeing that look on your face.
Only getting more bored with every word falling from Naoya’s lips. Only barely putting up with him. A fleck of angry spittle falls from your (hopefully soon-to-be-ex) boyfriend’s mouth, and you’re meeting Choso’s eyes in the middle as you follow it.
Both of you grimace in disgust.
Next to him, Yuji nudges at his ribs- a victory for Phase Two! He almost wants to laugh.
Yaga drones, “Mister Kamo, would you mind letting the class hear your thoughts on the subject of Caesar and Brutus at hand?” It seems he’d gotten enough of the ruckus in the back rows.
Choso stands, clearing his throat. “What’s so great about Caesar? Hm? Brutus is just as cute as Caesar. Brutus is just as smart as Caesar. People totally like Brutus just as much as they like Caesar. And when did it become okay for one person to try and claim everything, huh? Because that’s not what Rome is about.” He looks straight at Naoya, “We should totally just stab Caesar!”
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PHASE THREE OF WIMP: Ask her (to the party, if not out)!
“Bubba-”
“No-”
“C’mon bubba-”
“No-”
Yuji’s throwing his hands up in defeat, letting Choso’s own fall from his grasp. His wrists were all red n’ raw from all the pulling- even after the younger of the two brothers had seemingly given up on bodily draaagging Choso halfway down the campus gardens.
Right to you.
And honestly, Choso should be thankful that his brother’s such a fervent advocate for him getting his shit together and actually talking to the girl of his dreams.
But you’re just meters away, so beautifully oblivious.
And he can’t help but feel his knees weaken—“B-but what am I even going to say to her-”
“For starters, you can apologize for the way you snatched her invitation out of her hand.” Yuji’s saying - so very practically that it almost hurt. Was this really the same kid who’d run after him crying when he first left for college? “And then you can invite her to the WIMP-”
“I said stop trying to-”
“I got it, I got it!” Yuji puffs out his cheeks in a pout, “Man, you really know how to squirm your way out of important conversations- but you won’t be squirming your way out of this!”
Before he knows it, Choso’s being rounded by his younger brother- who then slams both palms against the others shoulders and starts shoving him in your direction. You were talking to someone, with your back turned to him and your air one of complete ease.
And here two Itadori brothers came to shatter it.
“You- won’t- be- getting out of this one, bubba-” Yuji forces out between pushes, and with every time Choso struggled against it, his throws only got even harder. “Talk- to- her-”
“And- and say what-”
“I don’t know- I’ve never asked anyone out before?”
“Fuck!”
With a final profane exclamation, Choso’s shoved right at your footsteps- and you’re turning around at the commotion. Raising your brows at the man that was bent so low before you, that he could practically look up your skirt if he wanted to.
You take a step back, “Um…”
“F-fuck-” He seemed to be saying that a lot today, and he stands upright instantly. Rubbing at the back of his flushed neck, Choso tries looking anywhere but in your eyes—where the fuck did Yuji disappear to?! “Anyways um…nice weather we’re having, huh?”
“Right…” You look up, there was a rain cloud formulating above you. There was a 30% chance that it’s already raining.
Your company - some business major by the name of Mei Mei, he believes, throws her single long braid over her shoulder - “Ooo la la~ Guess I should leave you two alone then, hm?” Waving just the tips of her fingers at you, “Toodles~!”
“Buh-byeee, again- I love your hair!” You’re calling out with the sweetest smile.
“Thank you~!”
And only once Mei Mei was well and fully not in earshot do you turn back to Choso and deadpan, “That is the ugliest fucking hairstyle I’ve ever seen.”
He hides a laugh behind his fist, “I-it certainly is eccentric…” Well, he’d be lying if he said he never secretly thought the same.
You tilt your head, his contagious smile making your own lips slightly quirk. In this dimming light, you could see the dimples by the corners of his lips- “And so? I don’t suppose you’re here to hear my tastes in hairstyles, are you?”
“I-I wouldn’t mind.” He coughs underneath his breath, self-consciously thinking to his own cutesy space-buns. He’s seen you staring at them a few times before…at least his imagination liked to think you did. He’s almost glad he wore them down today, “But ah- but no, you’re right. First of all, I came to apologize.”
Before you can say anything else, he’s bowing before you.
Sharp and sincere.
He couldn’t see the expression on your face like this- and so Choso scrunches his eyes and spits out the words. “I apologize for how rude I was during the lecture earlier, it- it’s completely my fault and I shouldn’t have snatched the invitation out of your hands. It was just…”
“Personal?” You ask, and he’s whipping his head up to catch your warm smile. “I get it. Your secret’s safe with me.” Before thinking about it a little more, “And Utahime…and Shoko. Maybe Ijichi-”
His pinkish mouth gapes, “A-and the…”
“My name?” Teasingly, you pretend to think. “I didn’t see a thing. My name? What name?”
Beside himself, he begins to laugh- “And I uh- there’s also…” He’s only slightly leaning up from his bow now, fists clenching upon either side as if tries not to lose his nerve. And Choso might just have- had it not been for the flailing body of his brother.
Just a little distance away, Yuji dances about and gestures at Choso to keep talking. Shaping out hearts with his arms. Mouthing a little ‘go on’. Puckering his lips and making kissy faces—
You notice the way his gaze strays past you and start to turn-
But Choso’s grabbing your hand in a panic- stopping you from moving- making you turn around in slight surprise. “I uh!” And he feels…he feels so much. The heat of your hand thrumming in his own. The zaps of electricity as your eyes meet his. The adoration at just how beautiful you were in this light. Somehow, some way, the shy man manages out. “I wanted to…to invite you personally to the WI- I mean, the party.”
He winces, waiting for your rejection.
Only-
“I’d love to!”
In the distance Yuji’s camera runs out of battery with how many times he’s flashing away pictures.
Choso’s on cloud nine all the way back home, he doesn’t think his feet even touch the pavement. Yuji gives him a good, hard smack on the back in congratulations as they get on Choso’s bike—“Wow, maybe you’re not a hopeless case after all, bubba!”
Choso rides a little faster that day.
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PHASE FOUR OF WIMP: DON’T BE A WIMP!
It honestly hadn’t taken them too long to turn Itadori Jin’s home into the habitat of a college party. It was already big enough, and it had a pool out in the back and a rooftop to climb. All they needed to add were a few key components: booze, beats, onion rings.
Most of it was ordered with their uncle’s credit card…
He’d asked his Löded Diper members to join him for a gig later in the night. And Yuji had begged his friends to help them with the decorating and set-up on account that they could join the (alcohol-free, to them) party afterwards.
Meanwhile Choso had paced their living room so many times that he thinks his footsteps were seared into the carpet - some excuse of a cool big brother he was. He’d damn near twisted off his lip piercing with the way he’d been nervously toying with it- it’d taken Yuji and Nobara dragging him off to get a bit more dolled-up for him to stop.
And so here he was.
Dressed in his best ripped jeans, chains glinting, biceps flexing through his short sleeves, nails painted and re-painted.
He throws his silky bangs out of his eyes and watches as the students trickle in- he didn’t even know half the people that dapped him up before treading inside the Itadori family home. And through each smile and greeting, Choso’s eyes flickered over the blur of faces for only one.
Yours.
The slosh of beer. The splash of ping-pong balls inside cups.
It was nearing midnight and Choso still couldn’t find you. Fuck, he almost considers letting the party rage on and leaving to find you himself-
“Bubba!” Yuji calls out over the thumping bass, and the dark-haired man is whipping around to find his brother surfing over the sea of people. “Bubba- bubba!” Hand cupped over his mouth to let his voice project, the other gripping his camera. “I saw Utahime and Shoko by the food table, no sign of her though.”
“Yuji-” Choso’s yanking on his brother’s arm, tugging his brother to him. His eyes probe down in concern, “What do you mean no sign of her? You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Yuji nods, “I asked them, too- they said she’d be coming separately but still no sign of her.”
“I hope she’s okay…” Choso worries on his lip ring, he looks over the perspired heads of party-goers. The party was in full swing by midnight, and it showed no sign of stopping. He’s sure he saw at least one antique vase smashed, and one drunk couple making out in Sukuna’s room…“Maybe I should go check on her?”
Yuji tilts his head in confusion, “How?”
“I’ll just wait by the door maybe…”
“All night?”
“All morning if I have to.”
Waving off his concerns, he tells his brother to order some more food and leaves for the front door.
Ignoring the calls of his name and the compliments. Trying to squeeze past the slightest gaps between bodies, “Excuse me-” He’s whispering, wincing as he forces his way through them. “Excuse me- coming through. Excuse me.” Seeing the widely gaped door as a few more people shove themselves inside the party, the door starts to close. “Wait wait don’t close, I just want to get to-”
You.
A hand stops the front door from closing, and he’s instantly putting a name to face. A name to body. A name to each fingertip by fingertip.
The party hushes just a little when you enter. The music slows. The chatter dies down. The eyes of everyone present snaps to you- holy shit, it was you. It was really, really you.
Dressed in your prettiest slip dress. Hugging every inch of you so perfectly in the way he wanted to. Your eyes shimmering with a bit of glitter on the edges. Your lips resembling a candy he couldn’t wait to suck on right now. Immediately, it’s as if his world was bending to your will, your intrusion - as it always did.
Holding the door open, “Oh!” You’re clearly startled to come face-to-face with Choso Kamo so soon - and especially so close. Your eyes widen as they flit up his sculptured body, that t-shirt that clung to him attractively. “Ditching your own party so soon?”
“I was about to until you came along.”
Fuck—why did he say that?
In the distance, he can hear three irritating (strangely familiar) squeals. And he’s bringing a hand up to fiddle with his lip piercing, apology on his tongue when-
“Well, then I sure am glad I came along.” You’re smiling in that way that feels like you’re analyzing every inch of him, “This party wouldn’t have been much fun without you, Cho.” You push his shoulder with yours, and he thinks he might just melt.
He thinks he does.
There’s a flash of a camera that jolts him into action once more.
“Can I uh- get you uh—a beer? Or something?” Grimacing at his own choked-up hosting, he ushers you in and closes the door. Your shoulder brushes against his, and he thinks he might just cream his pants. “Or a shot? Ah- onion rings?”
“I think I’m good on the alcohol…for now.” You hum, and there’s something in your tone that he can’t quite pinpoint. The party parts ways for you, and he’s leading you inside.
Choso raises a brow, curious. “How come for now?”
“Ah- because I know if I want to drink I’ll drink until I drop out of anger.” You huff, looking up at him meaningfully. You’d reached the dance floor by now- or at least, the living room that had found itself being turned into a dance floor. The music was much louder here, and you beckon Choso in close to whisper in his ear—your breath brushing his sensitive earlobes. “Break-ups tend to do that to you.”
Choso shivers at the proximity, before registering what you’d just said. “Wait- break-up-”
“It was a long time coming anyway.” You’re sighing, a slight smile on your face. “And this time it’s done for good- don’t worry, it’s not like I’m upset or anything…” Huffing out contemplatively, “Well, maybe a little- but not over him, rather the time I wasted.”
“I-I see…” Choso swallows, his throat was parched as if he’d just run a marathon. He clenches his fists, and then he wipes those sweaty palms down his sides—before bringing them up to hold yours. In just a little, his band would be playing (he’d been holding them off for you), but until then…
You look up at him in slight surprise, slight warmth.
“Then…” He tugs you down to the dance floor, “-shall we dance?”
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“Fuh-fuck…” Choso can’t help but let his slick tongue flop out- as if he wanted to surge his head between those pretty legs of yours, as if he wanted to chase that sweetly honeyed cunt you’d plopped right on top of him.
It didn’t take long after dancing together - so close, you’re sure the rumor mill was working overtime by now - and listening to Choso’s rock set before you’d all but dragged him upstairs. Blindly, he’s the one that’d led your impatient self to his bedroom and locked the door.
And you’d barely had the time to admire those rock posters along his walls, his practice drum kit, before he’d laid you out on his jet-black sheets.
Before you’d flipped him over and set your thighs upon either side of his pretty, pretty face.
With your hips hoverin’ over Choso’s face, you’re letting your mouth upturn into a smirk as his gluttonous tongue lavishes out. The ridges of his tastebuds already watery with how badly he wanted you, he’s groaning from underneath. “S-sit on my face.”
“What was that?” You’re leaning in with your ear cupped, pretending not to hear. Not close enough for him to actually get what he wants, but enough to have him lunging forwards with a whine. “The music’s really loud, Cho.”
“Sit on my- face.” Such a pretty hot blush spreads all over his cheeks, as if Choso couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his own mouth. With both hands gripped upon both your thighs, he’s pulling you in. “Please sit on my face, ngh- what do I hafta do to have you fuck my mouth properly?”
“How about you beg-”
“Please—”
“Call me ma’am?”
Tears start twinkling at the edge of Choso’s eyes at how badly he wanted you, how ravenous he was. “Please…” Mumbling out in such a pouty way, his lip ring glimmers. “Please, ma’am.”
You shiver, zaps of arousal running down your spine and straight to your core- you couldn’t believe that it was so damn easy to get him to bend to your will like this. And Choso’s noticing your slight shakes with a whine of concern, batting up his lashes-
“Something the matter, baby?”
“Oh, nothing—” You hum, and the bed creaks as you inch just a lil’ forward. “It’s just, you’re already so tempting as is- just one question, have you ever done this before?”
You didn’t know it was even possible for his furious flush to grow even stronger, “N-no…”
“Mmm, thought so.”
To which his brown brows furrow in a plea- “But I promise I’ll be so good for you- mmpf!”
Immediately shutting him up with the front of your pussy- your bloated lips end up glued against his mouth. His greedy maw. His agape cavern. His lip piercing was cold against your outer cunt. His tongue sticks directly out to swipe at your sultry pussy, and you watch in real time as Choso’s doe-like eyes widen, entire body jolting as if he’d just been struck by a million volts of electricity.
And he takes one lick, he takes one slurp.
That’s all it takes for Choso Kamo to get fucking addicted.
“O-oh my god…” Slurring out right between your pussylips, you’re being dragged forwards as if you were nothing but a ragdoll atop him. Nudged right until the tip of his straight nosebridge ends up shoved between your folds, “Mmm, oh my god-” He breathes out—that’s until he realizes that he has to remove himself from your pussy to actually breathe.
And it’s with great pain that and multiple seconds that Choso actually unlatches himself from your cunt to intake a few gasps. Before plunging straight back in with a wet sluuuuurp—“Oh my god- are all pussies this sweet- or is it just yours, ngh! I think it’s just yours, baby…”
Oh, it’s going to be really fun to control him to your lecherous whims.
“I didn’t realize you’d be a fuckin’...oh, fuck.” You’re throwing your head back with a slight yelp. Because without any warning, Choso’s smearing aside your folds with his nose to find your sensitive nub.
Instantly letting his mouth fall open, he’s latching at your clit and drag-drag-draaaagging. And especially with his frigid lip ring, it’s making you feel sensations you didn’t even know were possible. “Mmm, and then there’s this clit of yours—fuck!” As if that wasn’t enough, he’s reaching up a hand to hold your pussylips wiiiide open. Sucklin’ away even deeper, “Just the gift that keeps on givin’, baby, mmm- this pussy is just such a treat. I think I could have her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner-”
He just starts babbling - so drunk on your pussy already that the only thing you can do is grab onto a lock of Choso’s dark hair and pull him off. “Ch-Choso, oh my god.” Wait- did you think you could control him?
He’s blinking his long lashes at you blearily, lips all glossed with your sweetened slick. “What were you saying again?”
“Munch.” You’re spitting out, almost accusing- and a drivel of your spit dangles out of your mouth, ready for Choso to open his mouth and let it splatter onto his mouth. You’re looking down at the display and letting out a shiver, “I didn’t think you’d be such a munch, Choso- you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“P-pussy…” He’s prattling out, hypnotized. Before shaking his head out of that daze, slightly giggling. “I mean- positive.”
Your peripherals widen in disbelief—did he seriously just mix that word up with your pussy? “You can’t be serious…” Deciding to take things into your own hands, you’re tightening your fist ‘round his sweat-drenched bangs a bit more. “Unless you want to- hah, suffocate then you might wanna take it slow, baby.”
“B-but…”
“But what, Cho—?” And oh, he could see that mean glint in your eyes as you tugged his head to the side and made him groan. The sudden movement made Choso’s lips break off with a dampened mwah! and the poor boy is reaching upwards with a few pleas.
“Please-” This eyeliner smearing ‘round the edges as he all but cries at the very thought of your pussy being taken away from him. “Please- no! Don’t take her away from me m’begging- you can take it slow, you can take it slow.” Choso shakes his head fervently, “You can take it slow just…”
And you catch his dilated pupils darting somewhere towards the edge of his bedside cabinet, curiosity growing. “Just what, hm?”
“I just want to have one condition of my own.”
You let him trail off of your pussy- and it takes him a few more open-mouthed kisses before he can even bear to remove himself from your cunt. Without delay, he reaches to open up the drawer beside him. “What are you…”
And you can only watch - slack-jawed and speechless - as Choso fits a silver orb of a tongue piercing right in the middle of his tastebuds.
Right smack-dab in the middle.
You take back what you thought about control.
And you’re barely allowed the time to register just how attractive he looks this way, before Choso’s back plastering his flattened muscle over your pussy. “S-slow, I said, Cho. Slow.”
“Sorry, baby, sorry.” Brows knitting together, he tries to concentrate. “Slow…m’gonna take it…slow.”
You’re gyrating your hips backwards in such a sensual pace - it was almost agonizing the round-a-bout way you’d move your hips back against his face. Keeping him wrapped around your lil’ pinkie, “Mmm, yeah- just like that, Choso.”
Holding onto his scalp, your channel constricts at the way he just kept on cracking out tiny whimpers every time you tugged a bit too harshly at him.
Humming, “Just like thaaaaat-” Feeling his overeager mouth surge faster upwards at the compliment, “Ah ah- slow down, baby. Mmm, just like that.”
Because at least this tempo let you keep your wits about you.
Somewhat…
But then something happens.
But then he’s sensing your deviating hips angle themselves- he’s sensing you crave the cold drag of his piercing. And Choso Kamo just can’t stop his body being sent into a state of frenzy—where it doesn’t matter how much you’re holding yourself back, he’s pulling you in, he’s squelching his tongue upwards, he’s kissing away. “This—” Lapping and lapping up the crevice of your cunt with his lengthy tongue. “Does it feel good on your pussy, baby? Please- please tell me you can feel it.”
“I can feel it.” Breathily, you have to fight to keep your tone under control as he slips n’ slides his textured tastebuds all over your outer pussy. Alternating between those ravenous kisses and lil’ tugs on your clit. “F-feels so cold on my clit- hah.” Fuck slow, he was going wild.
“Good.” And you swear you can feel Choso’s smile spreading across your folds, oh-so-sensitive with his sheer friction. The longer he was kissin’ away at your cunt, the more honest he got. “I got it just for you, y’know?”
And no matter how tightly you’re trying to grab onto his sweaty scalp, Choso was just so feral with his movements. Uncontrollable. You try to haul him backwards to slow him down, but he was only manhandling you further onto his face. “Wh-what do you mean you got it just for me?”
“Exactly what I said, baby—” He’s batting his teary lashes, “That I was thinkin’ of you when I- ngh, got it. That all I could fucking think of when I got my tongue pierced was havin’ your sweet pussy on me like this, and my piercing rubbin’ up against you like- that-”
Lurching on top of him when he stretches your tight hole out with just the crown edge of his tongue. Choso’s circular piercing knocks up against the sides of your walls and leaves you feeling mad, “Oh my god—” Saliva splattering down your front.
Then Choso’s feeling the way you clench, feeling the way your entrance quivers around nothing.
And it was just such a shame to leave your pretty cunt waiting, wasn’t it? So like the good boy he was, he’s slipping an inch of his wet muscle inside and making you gasp at the stretch. His orbed piercing marking his pathway perfectly, “Shit! At least give a girl a warning-”
“M’sorry, baby.” Choso whines, “Y-you won’t take my pretty pussy away from me for that, will you?”
“Well…” At least dragging out your answer let you see him all hopeless and needy like this. But honestly, looking at him - all starry-eyed, blushing-cheeked, half his face slicked in your sap - how could you ever say no to him?
Shit, he might just have you drunk on his tongue.
And your body starts to quake with tiny shivers, with both your hands woven into his hair for stability. You feel the desperate slashes of his tongue increase, and realize that he wasn’t edging any closer to your hole without your permission. How cute…“Nope- but s’gonna be on my terms, baby- oh.”
No sooner are the words panted out of your mouth that Choso’s mazing his prolonged tastebuds straight through your entrance.
A direct pap! to the gooey roof of your cunt- and you gasp at the contact, slightly pulling back. Before Choso holds one side of your hips and makes you sit properly down on his face to slash and slash and slash at your innards. Fucking you with his mouth like such an animal- “Y-yes, anything you say…”
“Fuck- fuck- then-” You’re tugging back with his hair, almost simply to watch the way that Choso’s chasing your cunt afterwards.
“T-tell me m’doing a good job, baby- tell me-”
Hiccuping out, “You’d be a much better boy f’me if you were a little more in control.” His lip piercing was practically glued to your outer cunt, and Choso simply couldn’t decide between sucking on your slit and spreadin’ open your hole with his very lips.
Maddened.
You’re struggling to even think beyond the primal stretch at your hole, and as you tug on Choso’s hair yet another time- he’s moving back in with a growl. “C-can you even think, baby?” Asking, whining through the great dollops of saliva clogging up your throat. He shakes his head and you continue, “Do you even know what you’re doing? Can you even breathe?”
“How can I?”
Drippin’ straight down his pointed chin, droplets of your slick wobble across his skin as he mumbles. “Like I said- m’taking it sloooow—” Stroking your glistening walls multiple times a second, his tongue piercing zig-zagging rapid lines. “M’taking it- hah, just the pace you want it.” His brown eyes glinting with something that looked almost predatory. “M’giving you m-mercy.”
“F-fuck…” A breathless gasp leaves you, eyes widening at the sinful epiphany you’d just come across. “I really…can’t control you.”
Shoving himself a few inches deeper inside your wet pussy, “But she certainly can.”
And then it’s not just Choso’s tongue that’s muddlin’ up your mind (and your cunt), but his fingers decide to join in on the fun, too.
Not only were they unfairly long, but they were so flexible.
Curving juuust the right way to make those chunky metal rings on his fingers dig against your softened walls, “J-just can’t control myself when it comes to this pussy, baby.” He’s whining out between your slick-sheened thighs, splatter after splatter of syrup letting out of you. Choso thrusts his digits in until they’re knuckle-deep, and his skin ‘round that area stings bright red. “Just drives me…wild. Just makes me wanna make her mine and- fuck, fuck everyone that th-thinks otherwise.”
“Oh, please—” Throwing your head back, your thighs start to shiver - and you’re not quite sure whether that’s because of the exertion or the sheer amount of pleasure he was pumping into you. “Please, you’re just so close-”
“No, you’re just so close.” He’s giggling out, taking a lavish lick inside your hole. “I can taste it on her.”
“You- you can…” You breathe out in disbelief.
He locks his lips ‘round your clit now, permanently back to sucking on that cute nub. Drawing out the most adorable whines from your mouth, Choso’s swervin’ his ringed fingers inside of you. Looooog zig-zags, “I can.” Poking his textured tips into any crevice he can find, any orifice. “You’re startin’ to taste so much sweeter, baby- fuh-feels like you’re gonna cum on my tongue.”
Bucking, “I am I am- ngh, I’m so fucking close.”
“Mmmm—just need to hit that p-pretty lil’ g-spot, don’t I?” At that surprised look you’re throwing down at him, “What? Just because m’a virgin doesn’t mean that I’m- ngh, unknowledgeable. I read up on it y’know…”
“And what exactly did you read up on it, Choso?” You can’t help but ask.
“That I need to find that spot and you’ll feel—” The circle of his tongue piercing draaaags so lecherously, right on time with one of his silver rings inside of you. The cold material makes your pupils swirl inside the whites of your eyes, and you almost don’t hear his next words. “-like c-cumming on my face-”
Jostled up by him-
“Please tell me where it is, baby.” He begs, words nearly drowned out by the squelches! of him hammerin’ two fingers away inside of you. “Please- please I want you to cum on my face. I promise I’ll be good…after, just let me know where-”
“Fuh-fuuuuck, Choso.” You’re bawling out, that fire starting out at the pit of your stomach. “You’re just too much- think m’gonna cum soon n’- hck! my g-spot should be…”
He moves, fingers twitching excitedly inside of you.
“-right- up.”
And he’s probin’ into your sweetest spot perfectly—just perfectly.
The roughened knobs of his fingers stick against your bundle of nerves, and you’re feeling a sudden surge of pleasure that makes you see pure white- before you’re throwing your head back and announcing your high. “C-cumming-” You gurgle out, “Oh my god- m’cumming, Choso.”
“H-heh…all on my tongue.” The dark-haired man declares smugly - just as he’d expected, you’d toppled over the edge. He told you he could taste it. “More, baby- more. Ride your orgasm out on my tongue, will you?”
“Doing so…”
Fucking you with his hands.
Not only were you gripping Choso’s long locks in two places and using him to bounce your hips backwards, but he was elongating your high with not two- not three- but four ringed fingers bullied between your tender pussylips.
Just plain mean. The sheer stretch of it was just incredible, and he was openin’ you up like never before.
Eating you out like never before.
You’re feeling wet tears roll down your cheeks at the feeling of his tastebuds rolling over your throbbing clit—slurp-slurp-slurp! Precisely whenever it felt like a peak of your bliss was coming onwards, and that only left you more gone on his tongue. “Feels good like this, doesn’t it, baby?” With a sloppy noise, he then continues to suck on your clit. “Mmmm- not bad for a first timer.”
“P-perhaps.” You didn’t even know what else to say. You’re shivering throughout your entire body when he slobbers his tongue over from your clit to start pricking n’ prodding at your hole. “Shit- y’know my high’s almost over, right, Choso?”
“I know.”
And yet he still doesn’t stop.
Not until you’re left fucked utterly dumb on his mouth, not until he’s letting you ride through your entire orgasm and then some, not until he has you in actual tears of overstimulation-
“P-please-” You couldn’t believe how you sounded at this point - you. Queen Bee. Things always went your way- but now you were at Choso’s complete and utter mercy. “Give your mouth a little rest, Cho-”
He seethes, as if offended. “I don’t even need to breathe when I have your pussy on me, you think I’d stop because m’jaws fuckin’ tired, baby?”
Blubbering, “Maybe not- but hck! if you slow down now then I’ll have more stamina for ah- something else…” For him? You’d have stamina regardless, but the lil’ warning worked in getting Choso to unglue his pierced lips from your pussy with a final mwah!
And it was the loudest, most sinful noise you’ve heard in your entire life.
Enough to get you to shake with arousal, and for Choso to use his strong arms n’ seat you down on his lap. With your legs straddling his slender waist now, he’s sitting up.
Staring down at you through heavy half-lidded eyes, “You were saying…?”
“I was saying.”
He just looked too sexy like this.
Long hair all rumpled with you running your fingers through them. His eyes faintly misty and sex-crazed. More than half his face was gleaming with your syrupy slick. Lips puffy. Eyeliner smeared. Rings all stained with a few layers of your sap that he licks right off- all while looking straight into your dilated pupils.
Your cunt throbs.
Eager to get him back for this, you’re tearing off Choso’s t-shirt of some punk-rock band. And beneath—oh, were you pleasantly surprised.
You’d somewhat expected Choso to be one of those types that were silently muscular, silently toned, silently so strong.
Your eyes greedily followed the curves and dips of his sculpted front, and realize that he was blushed all the way down to his prominent pecs. You reach out and touch the spattering of star-like freckles across them, and then so on forth to his…nipple piercings.
Your thumb snags on the glinting bar that pierced his left pec- and he hisses.
“Oh my-” You’re cooing, “S’this for me, too?”
“Y-yes.”
You push him down flatly onto the bed, making his pillows puff up with the pressure. Your hands then sensually caress the ladder-like ridges of his abs - all smoooooth and rippling at your touch.
Down, down, dooooown to ultimately end up buried in his slightly unruly happy trail. “It’s always the quiet ones, huh?” His breath hitches once you start fiddling with his jeans, tugging—pulling. “Who would’ve thought that cute lil’ Choso Kamo, always so quiet and shy, would be like this.” Your mouth waters as his pants start loosening, “That he’d be so, so…”
Big.
There was no other adjective for it.
Choso Kamo was simply so big - just the prettiest rose-red at his tip, all engorged that it was as if every ounce of blood in his body had ended up at his cock instead. A few puffy veins. Just the barest curls of brown at his base. His erection stood looooong and upright, dribblin’ out a few lines of precum at the intensity of your stare.
And there- right in the middle of his shaft was a circular piercing that sat snugly underneath a particularly prominent vein. Winking up at you like it couldn’t wait to feel you.
And even from here, you could tell that Choso was already the type to be so sensitive-
“D-don’t-” To your surprise, his right hand snakes down and ends up at your throat. Gently holding you back from getting any nearer to his raging hot cock.
You’re mentally counting about ten of his inches- maybe eleven?! And you look up at him in slight confusion.
He clears his throat, “I mean- it’s just that I know what you’re thinking. But the thing is, if you put your lips on me now then m’just gonna…cum…instantly.”
Your brows raise damn near to your hairline, “What if I want that then?”
“I’ll beg you not to.”
“Beg.”
“Please, ma’am- fuck-” You’ve just made that punk-rock boy beg—and not only that, whilst he was midway through his pleading, you’d made him throw his head back with the cutest whine.
How?
Simply swervin’ your hips over his aching hot length, and whilst Choso had been talking- you’d just runnnnn your glossy pussylips down the thickness of his length. Simply sandwiched between your folds, he’d felt so thick and solid against your entrance.
Throb-throb-throbbing away.
It’d only left you…ravenous for more-
“Need you to fuck me now, Cho.” You lean in to tell him, your breath scorching against his face. And Choso had the urge to lean up and lick those dried tears off your cheeks. “Want you inside me so fucking bad-”
“Fuh-fuck- don’t talk like that.” He’s urgently saying, head snapping downwards.
And you’re following his gaze just to find that Choso’s bawling divot had started pouring out bead after bead of gooey white sap at your words. Simply your words. He was almost on the verge of cumming at your words.
And oh- how he both loves and hates that mischievous smile that spreads across your pretty face. “But it’s just the truth, Cho.” Batting your lashes up at him, “I just really want you inside-”
“Please-”
“Always wanted you inside-”
“I w-won’t go easy-”
“Always dreamt of you inside- oh, fuck.”
It’s the last thing your nasty mouth can get out before Choso’s grabbing onto either side of your shoulders and shoving his thick, aching cock inside of you.
Just a single inch, perhaps not even that.
Just the slightest intrusion.
And it’s so sexy that you almost wished you recorded the way he’s letting his toned chest heave with a gasp, the way he’s flushing all the way down to his roots, the way that Choso’s entire body seems to zap with sultry lightning—a mere pause.
You could almost feel the question that hangs in the air - so this is what you feel like?
Before then he’s shoving and shoving.
Like he’s gone absolutely wild- “Fuck-” Choso spits between his honed teeth, “Fuck- hold still.” Grabbing onto you anywhere, everywhere—just anything that would keep you there while he tried to fuck his cock inside you until your sweetened sap is overspilling. “Hold still, hold still, hold—” You weren’t even prepared to accommodate him, and yet you can feel an inch or so more of his thickness funnel inside. “—still.”
“Oh my- oh my god!” You’re thrashing at the sudden pressure being put on your lower half, but Choso’s keeping his hold firm. He’s pinning you down. He’s not letting you move a single inch. He’s not even giving you a mere warning before reeling his puffy inches back-
Your eyes snap open, and you’re just about to ask whether he was pulling back.
-before Choso’s snapping his hips to yours and only tunneling that globular tip of his even deeper. “Hold still.” He spits down a splat! accurately onto your cunt, “You- you just need to hold still.”
It was like a mantra. You’re shivering at the tone of his voice.
There was a certain roughness to his words, a certain primal want in them that you’ve never heard from Choso before. Or anyone, ever, really.
It made your heard damn near beat out of your chest, and your fingers tremor as you reach up to him. Gliding away the sweaty bangs that obscure Choso’s gaze, “What did you say now, baby?”
“I said-” And you can only gasp as he lunges his hips back a few more inches, barely even letting your cunt constrict around nothing before he’s pushing in with a deep thwack! It’s enough to make your body lurch at the sudden intrusion- to which Choso’s tightening his grip on you until he was white-knuckled. “-hold. Still.”
But how could you possibly hold still when you were stuffed in so tight that you barely felt like you could even breathe. Could barely even keep it together. Could barely do anything but arch your back and-
“Didn’t I fuckin’ tell you to hold still?”
Your jaw drops, turning your head down to look at him—weren’t you supposed to be the mean one out of you two? “You did, but-”
“Then hold—” Clearly feeling that he needed to up the ante, both his hands detach from your sides. You could already feel the steam wafting out from where his touch had once been, and those very same rude palms waste no time ending up…laced on top of your crowned scalp. “-fucking-” Using the leverage to push you down onto his drilling hips, “-still.”
He finally looks up at you then - finally.
And what you see shakes you to your very core.
Because Choso Kamo’s pupils were dilated until it looked almost animalistic, in a way you didn’t even know was possible for a human. He looked crazed. He looked hungry. He looked as if he was on the verge of devouring you whole right then and there.
And then he’s fucking you like it, too.
Rough, rapid half-thrusts just to fit inside.
Fuck—Choso’s throbbing circumference was just too fucking big to bottom out immediately. But he’s sloppily dragging down your channel until he was just about halfway inside, with the knob of his silver piercing tickling your entrance.
With a gruff groan, he swipes that frigid metal ‘round your hole as if claiming you. The shy man hisses at the resistance of your cunt before holding you down and pushing- “Hold still before I fucking c-cum.”
“Oh-” You’re gasping, “So that’s why-”
“Fuck- actually, don’t even speak.” And you’re quickly understanding why when even the mere sound of your whiny voice leaves Choso’s bludgeoning tip twitching.
Hard and fast.
Desperate and needy.
Like he was trying to claim even the slightest ounce of space inside you, Choso bucks his hips and lets his dewy eyes flutter shut. Mouth falling agape, “Shut up and take it. D-don’t test me, baby.” With the hand plastered on top of your scalp, he’s ramming you right back down to meet his hips. “Not unless you want me to cum i-inside right this very second.”
“But what if I do?”
“Fuck…fucking- shut—” Shutting you up by a ringed thumb pushed into your mouth, it was just so easy for him to reach down from your crown. Preventing you from talking back, preventing you from running, preventing you from doing any fucking thing but taking his thickly massive cock.
Ignoring those words of yours that were definitely riling him up, Choso instead focuses on letting his blushin’ tip scrape at your g-spot.
It leaves you absolutely incoherent, squealing ‘round the intrusion of his thumb. “Please-” You’re somehow managing out, “Please I- hck! love it like that- would love it even more if you would cum in-”
“Fucking- I can’t even—” And he just sounds so agonized as he drills up into you like a madman - Choso’s oversensitive cock wasn’t even ready to, didn’t even think he could handle it. And yet he’s doing so to prevent you from yammering on with those filthy words of yours. Choso’s crying out. “Is that you or her talking- you or her—stop talkin’ outta your pussy, baby, s’gonna drive me w-wild.”
Blinking away your tears, the edge of his thumb had slipped out of your mouth by now. Drawing a splattering smear of saliva, “And here I thought you said you were g-going to let me have my way-”
“Did I say that?” As he pauses to think, you could see the brief glimmer of human recognition spark in Choso’s deep irises. “Can’t remember, heh.”
“You little-”
You’re cut off by your own surprised yelp, because in absolutely no time- Choso has your positions flipped over. It was you that had your back against the mattress now, being pushed further and further in the direction of the headboard any time he moved.
And Choso was just lurking above you, was just pinning you down with his mere muscular weight.
He didn’t even have to try to halt your restless hips in their pursuit, and throws your legs over his shoulders easily to fuck you in the meanest mating press possible.
Your ass against his thighs, his forehead bending down to press against yours.
This angle was just perfect.
In absolutely no time, his rounded cockhead was bludgeoning against every sweet orifice on your walls. Before he’s ultimately slide-slide-sliiiiding down to dig his circular girth against your cervix- with a great thud! that sets your teeth on edge.
His pale hips slam into yours again and again and again- “H-hold still.” Just about the only thing that he could get out now, right between those clenched canines of his. It was more on autopilot than anything, because you weren’t moving a single inch- and yet Choso was already so gone on your cunt that he couldn’t stop babbling. “Didn’t I tell you to stop moving- oh, this sweet pussy…she’s just being so filthy f’me.”
“And you’re just being so pussydrunk, Cho.” You’re somehow giggling out, though he’s slowly fucking that laughter out with a rough few slams at your deepest depths.
Not slowing down until you couldn’t help but feel his bruisin’ tip even after he’s pulled out, just to sink all the way back in again. “Hold- fucking- still—”
“I am.”
“Wh-what do you even mean?” Sounding genuinely confused, genuinely so dazed. You’re sure that if you squeezed your soft, velvety walls this very second then Choso would completely forget the last few seconds of your conversation.
Almost to test it - you do.
And you watch as the dark-haired man immediately drops his head to the crook of your neck, clammy skin-against-skin. You watch as he shivers, you watch as he only raises his face to stare at you with bleary eyes. “Wh-what were we talking about again, baby…?” And even more so- you’re raising both your hands up to toy with the glinting silver of Choso’s nipple piercings, rolling your fingers over his rosy buds. And you watch as an even more dopey expression overcomes his features, “We were nght—talking?”
Even his syllables were slurring together. You had to bite back a giggle, “Just talking about how much I wanted you to fill me- ngh- up.” You’re tugging and teasing his cute nipples, he lets off the prettiest short gasps any time you’re pressing down on the pierced nubs of his nipples like a button. “You can cum inside right now if you wanted, Cho.”
“R-right…” And his eyes grow just a bit clearer, he’s nodding as if he remembered exactly what you meant. Scouring one hand off your head and down the middle of your core, “Right- was talking about how I wanted to fill this ngh- cute womb up like craaaaazy- weren’t we?”
“Yes- fuck yes.” You’re moaning as his speed suddenly grows even faster.
“And we were talking about how m’gonna cum any second now?” He presses down on the top of your stomach as he pounds past your geysering orifice, creating the perfect pressure that makes the both of you whimper. “And how m’gonna be the one to cuh-cum first?”
“Yes- yes-”
“Because m’so patheeeeetic on this pussy, aren’t I?” An almost crazed tone in his voice, something that sends zaps of electricity thrumming through your every vein. “I’d die for her- I’d ngh- do anything for her.”
You throw your head back, body arching against his glissading abs. “You…are…oh.” And you didn’t know who was more shattered at this point - you or—
“But you’re not pathetic for wanting this touch-starved loser virgin to fill your cunt up with my cum?”
You.
It was absolutely you.
At least, it was you in this very moment.
Because somewhere in the middle of his vulgar strokes, Choso had somewhat regained his senses. At least enough to make you end up with heart-eyes on his cock, your cunt slobberin’ out any time he’s pulling his hips back.
A great splosh! of sap pathetically spilling out from between your legs leaves him crinkling his nose with a shy chuckle. “Cute.” Before you know it, his hands lift off of your scalp to wrap one at your throat. The other drifts down somewhere between your legs…“You- ngh, reeeeally want me to fill this pretty pussy up, baby?”
And you can’t help but become so-very-honest on his rovering cock, knockin’ against your every sweet spot and aching to knock you up! “Yes-” You blurt through tears, “Yes, I really- ngh, really want you to.”
“Sh-shit, you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of you saying that.”
You might have been opening your drooling mouth to respond with something, but Choso’s cutting you off by slithering his slender index and thumb between your pussylips and pinching your cute clit. You’re moaning loud enough that you’re sure the party downstairs must have heard- “J-just like that-” Letting your limp limbs twitch with the crackles of pleasure. “Just inside, baby.”
“Mhmmm- inside inside- inside.” Choso’s grunting out after each ravenous roll of his thumb atop your nub. He’s hitting your pelvis a few more times with his, making the slamming of skin echo out into the room. “But you better cum f’me first, baby.”
Your eyes snap wide open, “Why me first-” Speeding up, your g-spot was practically getting bruised by this point.
“Can’t you indulge this loser a little and let me make you cummmm again-” He coos, fingers so fast on your clit that they look like nothing but a blur. “S’all I’ve ever wanted ever since I first- ngh, saw you, y’know? To give this pussy a gooood proper fuckin’ that I knew she wasn’t getting- I might’ve been a virgin but I could learn.”
“And you’d be the- hah, one to do that?”
He’s slamming his globular length into your so hard that your tastebuds sizzle, and you swear you can taste his salty pre at your throat. Choso’s starin’ you deeply into your eyes whilst he fucks you maddeningly, deeply into your eyes whilst he says. “Baby, I already am.”
As he finishes his filthy sentence, Choso purposefully shortens some of his furious thrusts. Because he didn’t even want to wait for the recoil of your spongy womb before he’s pumping in one more, because he wanted to assault your poor throbbing g-spot with his orb piercing. Rubbing and rubbing—
Until you’re finally crashing into your second high of the night.
Such an incredible sensation that you can’t decide which one was better - both of them were the two best in your entire life, however.
“Hold still-” Choso unplasters his hand from your neck, which then moves down to grip at your waist. To keep your waist pinned down to the creaky mattress, “Hold still while I fuh-fuck you like you deserve.” And above all - to let the fat, drivellin’ tip of his cock glide down your g-spot and alllll the way to your womb with absolutely no problem. Again and again. Every peak upon peak being draaaaagged out—“Hold still while- ngh, oh…fuck, I can barely even speak because of her.”
It takes over your body in waves - first your toes that curl, then your thighs that just won’t stop twitching, your heaving chest your muddled mind.
And then finally that mouth of yours that keeps on begging- “Now- now your turn.” Stubbornly, you lock your ankles around the back of Choso’s neck. Not even halfway through your own orgasm before you’re begging for his, “Gonna hold still- so you h-have to do it inside, m’kay, Cho?”
He’s staring at you with such dazed eyes, “Y-yes, ma’am.”
Because you always did get what you wanted.
And the tingles of your high have just barely begun to peter out, before they’re being replaced by the sheer sultry warmth of Choso’s ivory syrup.
The volume.
The way he was flooding you up with only a few vicious strokes.
It oozes out like a never-ending fountain by his strawberry divot, ending up emptied allllll the way near the back of your womb. “Y-yes—” You whine. You pinch Choso’s nipple and he spurts out just a few more pearly beads of cum, “Right there, Cho, want it all deep inside.”
“F-fuck—ngh—” Red-hot. Splashing. Entire body bowing into yours, sweat breaking out across his skin. He scrunches his eyes shut and lets the powerful bliss overtake him, “Oh my god it just feels so- hck! S’even better than I imagined cumming inside you- oh.”
You follow the line of his bleary sight- only to find that Choso was staring where you both were connected.
Your swollen folds. The ring of white ‘round his base.
The fatness of his thumb hovers right down to smear away that cute gloss of white, slurp! “Except in my, mmm, dreams, it was more like—” Though it was for no use, because Choso’s free hand only presses down on your stomach anyway. Until his creamy white cum oozes out of you in slick layers, “-this.”
You’re gaping at the mess he’s made, “And you were telling me to h-hold on-”
“I still am.”
Body moved around by him like a ragdoll, he’s using the hand on your stomach to pin you down. Shoving every solid inch of his cock back and forth—Choso thud-thud-thuds at the goopy wetness of your womb with each of his wads.
Fucking each one inside you.
Webbing up your insides until your toes curl-
His second hand tilts open your jaw and spits- before kissing you, tongue piercing and all. “Wanna take my virginity a second time?”
.
.
.
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK—!
“Rise and shine—! The sun is shining! The grass is green! Your father is back from his trip-”
Now, Choso Kamo will say that he isn’t exactly sure what it is that woke him up that morning. Perhaps it was his father’s usual morning call, as one of those people that were much too happy in the early hours. Perhaps it was the warmth at this side, the way he doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know who it is. Perhaps it’s the way he presses a soft morning kiss on the side of your neck, how it all felt like a dream.
Perhaps it’s the girlish scream.
Two of them. One from his father and one from him.
Sitting up in alarm, Choso’s dragging his blanket further up your partially-covered bodies. Trying (quite futilely) to perhaps cover the nail marks down his back and shoulders, the hickies all over your body, the way both your mouths were still swollen.
Face heating up at Itadori Jin’s wide, gawking eyes from the doorway, “D-dad!” And you start to stir at Choso’s yelp, “Dad, get out-”
“R-right away!”
BANG!
As the thunderous sound of the door closing, you’re lurching up in his bed. Now fully awake, you pull the sheets to your chest. Words nothing but a whisper- sore with all the overuse from last night, “Tell me what I think just happened didn’t just happen…”
Choso opens his mouth to answer (maybe lie and forget this ever happened)-
Before there’s a rapid knock and the door swings wide open once more.
Jin’s pinkish hair makes an appearance, and he keeps his eyes trained shamefully on the floor. Choso starts to protest. You yelp- “Breakfast is downstairs and I’ve made enough for everyone so please stay, okay bye!” He announces over your two voices, and promptly slams the door shut once again.
And you’re left in the silent wake of it—floor rumbling with the vibrations of the door, loud enough that you think you could hear your two thumping heartbeats. Oh my god….
Choso’s the one to break the silence - he kisses you chastely on the lips. “I uh- first day as a couple is going smoothly?”
Sitting up in alarm, Choso’s dragging his blanket further up your partially-clothed bodies. At some point in the night you’d gotten up to make yourselves somewhat presentable and help Yuji clean up after the party. And at some point in the night you’d also kept getting handsy in his room…
It doesn’t take you too long to throw on whatever t-shirt and pyjama pants that Choso hands your way, before admiring just how cute you looked in his clothes…alright maybe it did take long before the two of you were finally ready to make an appearance downstairs. But only because he kept insisting on kisses!
The kitchen quietens down at your entrance, and you’re setting sights on a man that must be no other than Choso’s grandpa- right along with another, younger, one who was the spitting image of Jin. Just slightly rougher around the edges. Tattoos. Piercings- ah, you understood where Choso must’ve gotten his style influenced from.
You’re at their round breakfast table, with his uncle (Sukuna, you hear) on your right, and Choso on your left. The dark-haired man reaches over and runs a hand down your thigh soothingly once conversation starts back up-
“How do you like your eggs, my dear?” Jin asks you, and when you answer he instantly gets to work - waving off your urgent requests to help. “No no- sit, sit! You’re the guest! I always have told Cho here to treat his guests- not that he ever brought anyone over, you’re the first!”
“Certainly- treated her well-” Sukuna coughs out the words only to get elbowed by Wasuke and flicked with egg by Jin. Batting away the concoction, he looks at you by way of explanation. “I’m not a regular uncle, I’m a cool uncle.”
Jin starts up another batch for you, “But anyways- I know we’re just getting to know each other now, my dear, but I do want to thank you for taking care of him.”
“The pleasure’s all mine.” You meet Choso’s eyes, and he blushes.
“Awwwww—” Jin, who’d been there to witness the entire thing, starts to flutter about in excitement. He didn’t even care that the eggs were starting to burn- “You two are just dears! Oh, is it too late to show you the baby photographs- tell me it’s not too late!”
Not sure what to say, “I uh…”
“Oh, it’s alright- I’ll just show you the middle school pictures for today and we can save the baby pictures for…also today.” Without waiting for your response, Jin’s disappearing somewhere into the living. Spatula and all. “Yuji, where’s your camera again, my dear?”
Yuji, who’d been shooting smug looks at you two ever since you’d entered calls out- “Should be uh- on the couch?”
And for a second, there’s a moment of peace.
Only for a second, however, you have to remember that this is the Itadori household that you’re in.
And Itadori Jin’s voice thunders from outside the kitchen—“Choso Kamo. Itadori Yuji. Get to the TV room this- instant!” A shiver goes down your own spine despite not being called out, and you wondered just what made the sweet man sound this way.
As a group, everyone in the kitchen rushes along with the boys.
Only to find Jin standing with the camera, plugged into the television, and its screen displaying—
Choso pouring a mountain of shots on their very kitchen table.
Jin deadpans, “Choso…can you explain to me what you are doing in this photo?”
Choso squints at the screen, “That’s not me.”
“That’s not you?”
“…Nope.”
“Okay.” Jin replies easily, “How about these?”
Shuffling through the pictures on the camera - and you have to hold in a nervous laugh at the shots upon shots of shots, of Choso’s band playing at the party last night, of all the rambunctious students dancing, of a few smashed vases that was likely no one but Jin’s - and then, finally, he’s stopping on one.
One of you and Choso—dancing.
So close.
Your foreheads pressed together
Smiles only for one another.
In the peripherals of the shot, you could see people starting to whisper and hoot at the two of you, you could see your own friends squealing excitedly at the fact that it’d finally happened. But there seemed to be a strange world of your own there that no one else could quite penetrate. Choso’s eyes were just sparkling.
He giggles, “Heheh, that’s me…”
A/N. Oh this was so funnnn- thought of Yuji as Greg and was like WAIT-
⚠︎ (mdni) Thinking about Gojo Satoru with both hyperspermia and hyper-viscosity.
He's so embarrassed about it at first — shying away from being intimate with you due to the sheer amount of cum he produces. Not only that, it was incredibly thick, too. The way it just kept coming over and over through heavy pulses, creamy rivulets that keep oozing their way out of his cock even after he thinks his orgasm is over...
But Satoru was lucky to have a partner as understanding as you. Admittedly, you didn't quite know what to do the first time you were face to face with such a spectacle.
You were done sucking his cock, having hollowed your cheeks in just the way Satoru liked, tongue flicking out to prod at the plump veins snaking down his length. It was enough to have the man before you biting his fist, hips jerking in a poor attempt to fuck your throat.
You let him, of course — letting out a chorus of wet gags that'd make a nun blush. His dewy tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly, face screwing in pleasure when you tightened around him and milked him for all he was worth.
But then his orgasm rapidly approached. Satoru could feel it with the way his balls were suddenly beginning to heave, tightening up on him after you dug your tongue into his slit. He pulled you off without warning, ignoring your whines of protest and cumming.
He didn't cum in messy ropes that sprayed out of him in a way that'd be relatively easy to clean afterwards.
No — Satoru's cum poured out of him in thick, slow moving streams that stretched and clung to each surface it could reach. When he came on your face, your lashes were coated in the potent substance. It left your lips glossy, slowly sliding down your chin and between the valley of your breasts, the sensation lasting hours after you had both cleaned up.
When you convinced him to let you swallow for the first time, Satoru warned you of the possibility of you choking. And you did — spluttering around his cock as your throat worked to accommodate the sudden feeling of being utterly stuffed full.
You gulped down the mess loudly, nails digging into your boyfriend's thighs as it dribbled out of the corner of your mouth in fat globs.
Satoru apologised profusely afterwards, but he noticed that a large part of you enjoyed it — watching as you pulled off of his length, gasping for air and fingering at the wet strings of spit and cum joining your lips to his groin.
You cleaned him up, of course, eagerly lapping up the mess until Satoru was writhing from overstimulation.
Then there was the matter of thoroughly stuffing your pussy up to the brim next. Your boyfriend had no problem getting hard again, sobbing into your mouth as he held you down in a mean mating press — balls thwacking against your ass as he pummelled his aching cock into you.
Satoru ends up cumming in bucket loads, letting out a choked groan into the warmth of your mouth as another round of goopy cum shoots out of him and into you instead.
It takes long seconds for Satoru to stop cumming inside of you, tears leaking from his eyes as he pulls out and and watches your pussy struggle to hold it all in.
Your puffy folds are glistening, your stomach was slightly bloated — and his eyes are on the way your pussy inevitably pushes out his load with a filthy squelch, legs shaky. Satoru can only moan at the sight, grimacing when his cock treacherously jerks before him.
But who better to handle his wretched orgasms if not for a very eager you?
inspired by this post by @pearlescenthoney, I love your mind ugh
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