big lazy flakes falling slow. landing in toji’s dark hair. sticking to megumi’s fluffy hood.
the grocery bag in toji’s hand is light - just some milk, bananas, hot chocolate (and lollies) you forgot to grab earlier.
you stayed home to start dinner and said, 'gumi’s been cooped up all day. take him with you. he loves the snow.'
toji grumbled per usual. but didn’t say no.
now they’re walking through the park on the way back. bundled up in scarves and puffy jackets. the world quiet and pale under a blanket of white.
megumi is toddling along behind him.
slow. careful. focused.
toji hears the crunch of his own boots in the snow, steady and deep.
then, he hears the softer pats of megumi’s smaller boots.
and then-
he hears a grunt.
turns around.
megumi is pausing every few steps… and very seriously, very determinedly, very adorably, placing his feet directly in the footprints toji left behind.
toji just blinks.
megumi blinks back. then steps into the next footprint. stumbles a little. adjusts.
“…what’re you doin’ back there?” toji calls.
megumi frowns. “walk.”
“you’re copyin’ me?”
the toddler shrugs, like maybe.
toji watches him.
tiny arms out for balance. cheeks pink from the cold. green eyes narrowed in full concentration. he looks like a serious little snowball. a puff with a mission.
and something about it - makes toji’s chest feel weird.
soft. full. stupidly fond.
he turns back around.
but this time, he walks slower. and he steps a little closer together. so the footprints are easier to follow.
he doesn’t say anything.
doesn’t look back yet.
just walks.
soft step. soft step.
and behind him, megumi toddles forward. a perfect little echo.
boot in footprint. boot in footprint.
every now and then, gumi hums a little tune. softly. distracted. proud.
they pass a family building an ugly looking snowman. a fat dog running in circles, stupidly happy. a couple with their arms linked, smiling.
toji adjusts the bag in his hand.
then looks back again.
megumi’s still going. a little red in the face now. but still so determined. stepping exactly where toji stepped, fully confident. like he knows he won’t slip. like he trusts that it’s safe where papa’s already been.
and toji’s heart cracks open just a little bit more.
he crouches. waits.
when megumi finally toddles up to him, he plops down into the snow dramatically.
“my feet,” he says, pointing. “tired.”
toji chuckles and ruffles his spiky hair. “wanna ride?”
megumi nods immediately. lifts his arms. toji hoists him up with one arm, rests him on his hip and holds him close.
“you did good,” he murmurs.
megumi rests his cheek against toji’s shoulder. “i walk in your steps.”
“i know, kid,” he says, voice uncharacteristically soft. “i know.”
and the snow keeps on falling.
A/N: this is heavily inspired by that one amazing artist on x, who makes the CUTEST fushiguro family drawings! @/DDub1618
toji will do just about anything you want if you fuck him right first.
18+ content: smut, pussywhipped!toji, sub!toji if u squint, fem reader, sugar daddy dynamics
whatever you’ve done to his brain should be illegal.
toji’s never paid for pussy in his life. he’s not that kind of guy. but he’d gladly hand over his life savings if it meant you’d sit on his dick and never come off of it.
he feels like a fool when you’re squeezing him the way you are right now. hands shaking with his head thrown back and his neck exposed. grumbling nonsense to himself while he musters up the strength to not blow his load right then and there.
this is the closest thing to submission he’ll ever give you. toji likes to call the shots in the bedroom, but right now? he chooses to lay back against the pillows and let you use his dick however you need to.
doesn’t matter if he’s already cum, he’ll pull you back on it even when the sensitivity stings hot behind his eyes. even when the feeling of your sloppy heat makes his brain feel like it’ll melt through his ears.
“y’know.” you start, bracing your palms on his knees to better rock yourself onto him “you haven’t taken me shopping in a while.”
“yeah?” he pants, not at all registering what you just said. “yeah, whatever you want baby.” his voice trails off halfway through the sentence, too focused on the ripple of your ass against his hips. men were so easy.
it’s nights like these where toji chastises himself for not being able to keep up with your impressive stamina. fucking you was a gift and a curse wrapped all under a pretty pink bow. you made him work for it.
you slow your pace just the slightest bit, looking over your shoulder with a teasing grin to offer him a silent opt out.
toji shakes his head immediately. like the thought alone is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard of.
“no, no. i’m fine. that dick is all yours.” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a feral animal. “card’s all yours, money’s all yours. m’ yours.”
jackpot.
make no mistake, he could push his palm against your lower back and have you ass-up in a second. could decide he’s bored and fasten a hand to the back of your head, maybe pump you full of another load. but he doesn’t. whether that’s because of free will or because the synapses in his brain are overloaded with pleasure is something he won’t get into right now.
or maybe he’s just saying that to make himself feel better. maybe he really is the pussy drunk loser he never thought he’d become.
18+ Going to your favourite plug for comfort after a break-up.
Content warning (MDNI): drug use, very toxic situationship cheating dynamic, rebound plug!choso, ex!gojo, college au, under the influence for sure, comfort? not for choso, sorry. You two should NOT be seeing each other; Choso is the other woman. pining, unrequited love, implied babytrap.
wc: 3k
A/N: don't do drugs, like deadass. Not proofread!!
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You never bothered knocking, a visitor so frequent you could be mistaken for a tenant. Barefeet tiptoed through the frat house so as not to wake up anyone who had decided not to attend your now ex-boyfriend's rager. Though you doubt many'd sit out on a party thrown by the Satoru Gojo.
You knew one guy. Choso Kamo.
The only reason he had joined this shit hole was so he could prove to his younger brother he wasn't just some coked-up loser. To prove he was someone who could build a community, not push it away. He was still struggling with that; the only people he knew wanted the things he was trying to quit.
"Cho," You called out to him, tossing your heels by the door. Of course, he was here; you could smell the pot from miles away.
Head tilting to its side just to face you, his dark hair obstructing his vision as it fell in his view.
His room was warm, most likely due to the heavy smoke in it, like he was trying to hotbox the place. It was a pleasant change from the cold night air that nipped your skin.
"Thought you were going to the party?" Eyes drinking in your figure, wrapped in a short, sparkling blue dress. Admiring how it rode up as you walked. He knew who you'd worn that for, why you were here.
"I'm here now." Handbag slipping to the floor as you cautiously walked towards his bed. It was just as messy as you remembered.
"Party any good?" He took a hit from his blunt.
"Would I be here otherwise?" It stung to hear, but he nodded. You'd spared him the details of your 25th breakup this month.
He didn't care, as long as he got to touch you, hold you. To him, you were someone so far out of his reach. With a magnetic personality like yours, it only made sense that you were with someone who shone just as brightly as you.
Two stars orbiting so close together, one was bound to swallow the other - he just hoped he'd be the one to pull you out of that swirling death trap.
The two of you shouldn't be doing this.
"Did you drink?" Stupid question.
You rolled your eyes. There's no way he's concerned for your safety now. He was getting anxious; this was wrong. He wasn't concerned about himself or your relationship, which was constantly hanging in the balance, only about your health. The more you saw him, the stronger your addiction would get - the guilt was eating at him.
Choso had attempted to cut you off before, expressing his ironic concerns for you. Pleading about how you had a life ahead of you, a solid future, friends and family.
He didn't sell to you for a week. You found someone new. He'd never retracted a statement so fast, afraid he'd be replaced - shut out of your life completely.
"Come on, cho" You were already searching through his stuff. "I need this."
You took his student ID and a crinkled note, permanently deformed into the perfect shape for your activity. He never had any straws in the room, so it'd just have to do.
His high wasn't helping with his internal conflict.
"Just a little." He sighed, fishing a medium-sized baggie containing a white powder out of his pocket.
Told you he planned to use it later, when he'd sobered up a little; mixing wasn't his thing. Unlike you, you seemed to have a passion for it.
In reality, he had spent the entire evening hoping, praying, that you'd pay him a visit. That's why he'd been smoking so much - to calm his nerves.
He was going to confess. Convince you to choose him.
The twinkle in your eye as you climbed onto his bed almost made him laugh. Snatching the plastic from his hand, shuffling to his bedside table to cut your lines.
Two for you, one for Choso. You were already tipsy from the party, not to mention your gums were still tingling from the snus Satoru had given you before everything went to shit.
"Maybe I should leave him?" Your first went up, teeth and gums numbing. You took your earrings off - they were a gift from Gojo, he remembers. You wore them even though you had told Choso they were the wrong colour, a colour that you didn't wear at all.
If you were with him, he'd never make that mistake.
Choso nodded frantically, knowing damn well you couldn't see him. "Probably...why?" His words remained vague.
"We're always doing this shit", ranting as you leaned over for your second line. "Not healthy"
And this was?
He squinted at you in disbelief, running his free hand over the solid black line tattooed across his nosebridge.
You swivelled to face him, sniffling, you refused to cry about it this time. Staring at him like you had something to say.
He understood you; the chaos was as addictive as the drug in your hand. Whatever the two of you had going on was arguably worse in his mind.
"Last one is for you, Cho," pointing at the table as you offered him the rolled note.
God, he loved that nickname.
"Nah," You watched him bane inhale, "I'll do mine elsewhere."
Shrugging, you snort the last of the white powder. The drip was starting to feel pleasant, rubbing your thighs together as your mind wandered elsewhere.
"Think I just need a hug," You mumble, crawling back over to the raven-haired man.
Choso spreads his arms wide to welcome you. Pushing his legs further apart so you could sit between them, you snuggle into him.
His chest rises and falls slowly as he tries hard to regulate his thumping heart. He shifted, attempting to hide the growing erection. Your nails traced his spine as he patted your head.
"Thank you," looking up at him through your mascara-coated lashes. "You're always there when I need you."
" 'Course, baby." He hums, his hand caressing your ear, "Being reliable is part of my job." Taking his last inhale before pressing the stub out.
You giggle at him, "I'm being serious."
His heart fluttered, his dick twitched.
Half-lidded eyes zoned onto your lips, grabbing your jaw as he closes the small distance between you. He blows towards your mouth, you suck in, shotgunning you. The kiss is short but sweet.
You tasted delicious; whatever you had been drinking clung to your lips along with your sugary gloss.
Chasing after the physical connection you craved, you kiss him again. Messier this time, his lips sucking onto your puffy lips. The metal ball of his tongue scraping the roof of your mouth. The kiss was all tongue, teeth and spit. His own had a bitter tinge to it, from jealousy or cannabis, you weren't sure.
His hands scrambled to remove the scantily clad dress you wore. He'd rip it in half if it wouldn't upset you. Choso licked at your philtrum, residue coke melting on his tongue.
"No panties?" He kissed your neck, grinning at the pleasant surprise. His hand gripped your ass, earning a yelp from you.
Replying quietly to hide your embarrassment, "Not with this dress."
He laid you down, never breaking the kiss until your head hit the pillow. Repositioning himself between your legs, he reached over to the nightstand.
"I'll do mine here." His hand drifted up your midsection and gave your tit a firm squeeze.
"Weirdo." You scoffed, arching off the bed to create a flatter surface for him.
His hand snaked under the small of your back to support you. You tried not to laugh as his nose brushed over your skin twice. Choso's kisses trailed down your stomach until his mouth latched onto your clit, which was already throbbing with anticipation.
Tongue flattening to lap from your entrance to your clit, his piercing catching onto it. A shiver travelled through your spine.
"You have to let me see her more" You swear you could feel him spell his name on it.
"She missed me," His dark eyes catching yours before he continued eating you out like it was his last meal.
"Y-you know I can't-" Your sentence forgotten as 2 ringed fingers joined in the fray, scissoring you open as they worked themselves inside you.
Choso winced as you grabbed his hair, attempting to push him away, yet your heels dug into his back.
Two became three and three became four. He rutted his erection against the sheets, too focused on the sweet cunt in front of him. The obscene squelch was like music to his ears, hypnotising him. Twisting and twirling inside you, wasting no drop of your juices.
You didn't know how long he'd been at it, as soon as you were going to cum he'd pause, redirecting his attention from your entrance to your inner thigh. Kissing and marking every square inch, it was the only place you allowed him to do this. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Choso, pleaseー" Tired of his constant edging, overly sensitive due to the narcotics.
There was nothing he wouldn't give you. Bending to your every whim. It was dangerous how easily he gave in to you.
"Whatever you want, pretty" Despite that, it took him a while to unlatch from you. Sucking his fingers clean as he watched you flip onto your stomach, arching into his bed.
Choso hurriedly freed himself from his shorts. Precum dripping from his dick as you waved your ass at him invitingly.
He slid his tip between your folds languidly, collecting your slick with each motion. Kneading the fat of your ass as your cunt dripped with anticipation.
"Can I?"
You knew what he wanted.
"You can't seriously be asking me-" Your brain short-circuited as he rubbed languid circles on your already overstimulated clit. He was trying to distract you; it was working.
"Please," He pleaded, begged. "I'll pull out."
You can't remember when or whether you agreed, only how satiating it felt when he fully sheathed himself inside you.
His pace was slow yet intense, his hips slapping against your plump ass with each brutal thrust. Fisting his sheets as you literally drooled all over them, makeup smudging everywhere. A large palm splayed over your back, forcing you to arch deeper. Choso thought he was going to melt inside you with how warm and wet you were. It took everything to control his pace, to hold himself upright.
"So fucking good," He moaned out as he picked up his pace "Boyfriend know you get this messy for me?"
You didn't respond, but he felt the way you clenched around him. The shame and pleasure caused your skin to tingle. You loved how jealous he got, how he brought up this taboo act.
"C-Choso, slow down," You whined, hand reaching behind you to stop him. The pleasure was intense as the veins throbbed against your gummy walls.
A loud crack shocked you as a ringed hand came down to strike your ass. A strangled moan escaped you.
"Talk to me," He cupped the abused spot before striking again.
"fuck, no," you cried out as he punched each word out of you. Brain unable to form a complete sentence.
He grabbed your arm, hoisting you up and against him.
Greedy hands roving over your damp flesh, hoping to erase any traces of gojo from your skin before resting on your throat.
The new angle made your thighs tremble; you were losing strength. Your brain already turned to pulp, struggling to even focus on his thrusts. Licking the sweat off your skin and nibbling at your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys unbeknownst to your blurred mind. It was something you never let him do; he took the chance while you were too fucked-out to oppose.
It was faint, but you could hear it: people returning to the house. The buzz of laughter snapped you out of your haze, just barely.
"P-people," You gasped, tapping at his forearm. Biting down on your already bruised lip.
He could hear them. He was hoping they'd hear you. Hear those adorable noises he was drawing out of you. His hand released your marked-up neck, fingers prying your mouth open. His thumb pushed against your cheek as saliva dripped down the corners.
"Don't get all quiet on me now." his thrusts were more intentional now, knocking at your cervix. It felt as though he was trying to pierce through. You were ashamed, but it felt so good. A ring of slick forming at the base of his cock. You couldn't stop your voice, couldn't stop crying his name. Stars clouded your vision as he pumped into you relentlessly.
The sound of wet skin slapping against each other was certain to pass through these thin walls. It turned you on despite knowing how dangerous it was.
The door for the next room slammed shut. You felt your heart sink to your ass.
Gojo was home.
A wicked idea entered his mind.
Choso turned, pushing you against his wall. The wall he shared with Gojo. You winced, ice cold wall burning your hot skin, flushed from the sex, from the drugs, and from the humiliation.
"W-wait, he'll hear us!" You were panicking as Choso forced the side of your head against the wall, not once breaking his pace.
"Let him." He spat out, too enamoured with the feel of you to care about consequences.
"Let him hear who's got you like this." Anger bubbling at your concern for your ex- boyfriend hearing you get fucked by him. You were on his dick, not Gojo's.
"Who takes care of his sweet girl," he thrusts, hand tangling in your hair as all 9 inches fill your hole. "Gives her what she needs,"
Moans vibrated through the wall; there was no way he couldn't hear the two of you. His dick throbbing with every small flutter of your walls. He'd die inside you if he could, fuck you forever if you'd let him. Admittedly tired of being your second choice. Why wouldn't you consider him when you unravelled so easily beneath him?
"Can't fuck you like I can." Choso gritted out, you were tightening around him so selfishly.
He was right, his was thicker, bigger, and he fucked you like he needed you. Like he'd die without you. Like you were all he ever wanted.
"Tell him who this pretty pussy belongs to." His voice sounded so warm, so desperate despite how gruff it came out.
You couldn't stop the water works, tears tumbling down your cheeks whilst you reached your high. It was too much, emotions and senses at an all-time high. Mascara, drool and remnants of your gloss coating his wall as you shivered through your orgasm. Your mind snapped, conceding to his scandalous request.
"You, Cho," Nails chipping at the wall as you tried to ground yourself. You'd got what you came for, fucked silly by the one guy who knew how to do it. "A-all yours"
That was all he needed to hear.
He fucked you through your orgasm until he reached his own, bulbous tip grinding at your cervix as he came inside you. There was no way he was going to pull out now, not with how sweetly you were mumbling his name. Both hands held your hips flush against his, hoping to keep you all plugged up.
He knew it wasn't right, but he didn't want to pull out. Opting to reposition you carefully, cuddling you as you slept, cock deep inside as he drifted off. He'd save his confession for another time; this was good enough.
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The next morning, you had slipped out without waking him. Not bothering to leave a note or text him. His room was free of any of your belongings, one of his hoodies was missing, and his room was in a worse state- you'd clearly stumbled out.
He'd run into Gojo that morning.
"Too busy last night to come to the party, huh?" The white-haired guy nudged him teasingly. Choso didn't respond, quietly waiting for his toast to pop out.
"Almost disturbed my beauty sleep." Gojo had passed out not long after returning. You'd be glad to hear it.
"Makes one of us" He sighed dramatically, " Got dumped."
Again, he wished to add.
"Might be for real this time, she stormed out of the party and everything. He grabbed a mug from the cupboard. Choso wished he'd just leave him alone.
"Checked her location last night, said she was here, but now she's turned it off. Maybe she was waiting for me? Thought I'd chase after her?" He could hear the gears turning inside the other's head, for a moment, Choso thought he'd figure it out.
"Shit. Maybe I should have." Gojo's rambling was something Choso was used to, but this time, he couldn't help the smug feeling growing in his chest.
"I know I messed up kissing that other girl, but it didn't really mean anything. I'll try to make it up to her. Always do." Gojo put his mug back, grabbing his protein shake from the fridge instead. "So, who's the lucky girl?"
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Choso wouldn't hear from you for a couple of weeks after that; the come down would inevitably send you into a depressive spiral. Refusing any kind of contact until your knight in shining armour came back, bouquet in hand and an apology to end all apologies. Written by someone else, of course.
You'd get back together, and the cycle would continue as usual.
What he wasn't expecting was you buzzing his line, 32 missed calls during his shower.
He cussed himself out as he rushed to call back.
"Cho," You sounded as if you'd been crying, like your heart was leaping out of your throat. "I really need to talk to you."
It was sick how excited he was, but he had a feeling he knew what you were going to say next.
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A/N: What do you do with a loving feeling if they only love you when you're all alone? babytrap them apparently.
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