kento puts you in the meanest mating press btw. just so you know. out of all the jjk men he's the most dedicated to folding you in half and stuffing you full. you just need to look at him with those pretty eyes and flutter your lashes once and he's got both hands hooked under your knees and pushing your thighs to your chest. btw.
note: i wrote this when i was half asleep so it's not at all proofread please go easy on me 😭 (i'm still half asleep but my impatient ass can't wait till morning to post it) i have no idea how many words this is bc i wrote it entirely on my phone in app. uhhh just beware of um... breeding kink?? i think that's it?? unless we're counting sukuna as a warning. in that case him, too.
(heavily) implied chubby reader bc I love.
sukuna ryomen with his little consort whose robes are just snug over her hips and thighs, clinging to soft, ample curves with a sort of mystical grace.
sukuna ryomen who just can't resist the little pinches that make you squeak or the way his hands seem to naturally find its place along your curves, settling there like it was home.
sukuna ryomen who finds it irresistible when you walk in his line of sight, hips swaying with each step, fabric swishing around you in the most enticing way - not that he'd ever admit it to you. well, not out loud, at least.
no, sukuna ryomen would rather show you. with the way he folds you into the position he wants, large hands splayed over your flesh, gripping your ass from behind as you arch, pulling you onto his cock as you mewl and babble incoherently into the sheets.
sukuna ryomen who uses his four arms to the fullest, holding you in place and absolutely ruining you as he fucks deep into you, using his grip on you to grind your hips against him. he let's you lay there, pliant and fucked out, just as long as you keep taking it - taking him.
sukuna ryomen who loves watching the way your ass bounces against his thighs as he fucks you harder, eyes locked on the way the flesh ripples with each movement. his hands only tighten on your hips, dragging you faster over his cock, bouncing you a little harder just to see your body move against him.
sukuna ryomen who's definitely a sadist, he thinks, when one of his hands instinctively lands a sharp smack on your ass, loving the way the impact ripples over your skin while he fucks you. and when he feels you clench impossibly tighter around him? when he feels like you're trying to milk every drop out of him before he's even cumming? well, he decides he'll just have to stuff you full, give you what your body clearly wanted so desperately.
sukuna ryomen who flips you over promptly, with no warning, making you squeak in surprise and widen your eyes, hands clinging to his arms as wet lashes flutter up at him once you land flat on your back. and then he's pushing your legs up to your chest, hands under your knees and folding you into the meanest mating press. and then he sinks his cock back into you and your eyes roll back, a successful distraction from the way his eyes stare at your tits all smushed together now, then trail down to your cute lil tummy, not missing the way your thighs pressed against your torso and seemed to double in size.
sukuna ryomen who leans down to bite your lip before capturing them in a sloppy kiss - almost as sloppy as the way he was fucking into you. he kisses you hard, and it's messy, rough, just like him. but when he's pulling away for a breath, he's huffing against your lips and holding back a groan at the way your sweet lil cunt keeps sucking him back in eagerly.
"g'nna fill you up, yeah?" he grunts, slamming deep into you. "wanna see if i can make those hips fuller, that tummy round."
and you're nodding and babbling yes and please, too cockdrunk and in love to protest.
"fuck - that's it. 'f course you'll take it for me. you'd look so pretty with my heir," he groans, as if the mental image itself would kill him right there.
sukuna ryomen who knows he's a goner when you just keep whining for his cum - his babies, you say - fucked too dumb to want anything else. and who is he to deny you? you, his pretty little consort, the future mother of his children.
sukuna ryomen who uses one of his hands to play with your swollen clit, wanting - no, needing - to make you cum one more time first. and you're whining and squirming in his arms, overstimulated and all too sensitive, cervix being battered over and over with his cock while his thumb rubbed eagerly at your clit. with the number of times you'd already cum and the way sukuna was restlessly pounding into you now, you didn't need much before your body twitched, clenching tight and pulsing around his cock as you cum, gushing onto his abs and shuddering as you feel him fuck you through it, following suit a moment later.
sukuna ryomen whose hips finally slow, not fully to a stop, not yet, as his cum hits your cervix, flooding deep inside your cunt and filling you up until you're leaking his cum.
sukuna ryomen who shoves a pillow under your hips and buries his cock inside you entirely, claiming it was better that way, that it needed to take. he's pressing a kiss to your temple despite the way his thick cock is still splitting you open, aftershocks making your sensitive cunt flutter around him. and you're too far gone to hear the promise he makes, that he was going to fill you up again and again till he was sure it took.
sukuna ryomen needed to see you all filled out and glowing with his kid, after all. it was only right that the king of curses had an heir.
sakusa kiyoomi who's all clean and particular with everything in his life. everything organized, everything sanitized.
but there's nothing clean about the way he shoves his tongue down your wet, dripping cunt, lapping up every single drop you had to offer. hands kneading your thighs, yanking you closer, absolutely fucking burying his face between your legs.
sakusa kiyoomi who makes the prettiest sounds against you, face a reflection of the mess he was making between your thighs. dark lashes fluttered against his cheek, sighing with pleasure when your hands rake through his curls, pulling you impossibly closer. fuck, he thinks, he could die like this. he'd be the happiest man.
sakusa kiyoomi who doesn't even realise how his hips grind against the mattress as he eats you out, cock half out of his sweatpants and sensitive tip rutting against the sheets, red and leaking with precum. you, however, do notice, the action turning you on even more as your legs wrap around his head instinctively, thighs pressing his ears before letting your head sink back against the pillow.
sakusa kiyoomi whose nails are leaving little crescent indents into your thighs, flesh squeezing in his grips. hell, he might even leave a couple bruises - not that either of you minded at that point. he moans against you, eating you more for his own pleasure than yours at this point, the way his hips were fucking into the mattress.
sakusa kiyoomi who's making an absolute mess on the sheets, when his nose nudges your clit just the right way to make you cum on his tongue. and fuck, if the feeling of your walls fluttering around his tongue doesn't make his hips stutter, doesn't make him cum right there, groaning as he laps up every drop of your cum as you gush on his tongue.
yeah, he'll change the sheets later, clean everything up. but for now he wanted to clean you up - with his tongue - again.
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description & tw: virgin!choso - you give him head for the first time (oral - m!receiving), overstimulation(?), cum eating
notes: he's just so babygirl I can't help myself
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okay but imagine giving virgin!choso head for the very first time.
he's all flustered and blushing, pupils dark and dilated, gaze fixed on your face as you sink to your knees at his feet. your fingers are hooked into his belt loops as you go down, pulling him down to sit on the sofa behind him as soon as the back of his knees hit the cushion.
a soft huff of air leaves his bitten, swollen lips, when he sits with a small bounce. soft breaths leave his parted lips as your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers pushing one corner of the fabric up, up, up, till it's caught between his lips. his torso is exposed for you to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses all over, hands moving back to his pants, nimble fingers undoing his button, then the zipper, as you tap his hips to lift them while you tug them down his thighs.
you're kneeling between his legs, hands caressing his soft hips, lips tracing his v-line, till you move down, down, down. you press your parted lips over the tent in his boxers, kissing in gentle teases and drawing soft whimpers from his lips. choso's hands grip the cushion of the sofa, knuckles turning white while he screws his eyes shut for a moment.
when they open again, theres a plea written in them, something so desperate and needy you can't help but indulge him.
your hands tug his boxers down, freeing his swollen, red cock. there was no way you could have really known before, but he was big. his tip was flushed, red from your teasing and wet with precum, dribbling from his slit. his cock was girthy, and long. god, was his cock long.
you don't realise how you look right now, but choso does. he sees the way your pupils dilate to match his when his cock slaps against his abdomen as you tug his boxers down. he sees the way you nearly salivate at the sight of it, at the sight of him.
and it's all he can do not to whimper when you finally wrap a hand around him, fingers gently squeezing at the base of his cock, wrist turning and tugging experimentally. his teeth clench against his shirt, his hands tightening on the couch cushion.
his gaze is fixed on your hand and your gaze is fixed on his face.
you're taking in every reaction you can, every change in his expression, to see what makes him tick. what makes his dick twitch in your grip? what makes his hips buck harder into your hand? what makes him leak even more? because, as you learn soon, choso is very leaky. he's so aroused by the sight and the feel of you, that his tip is constantly glistening with precum.
that's when you tug slowly, moving your hand up, along with the twisting motions from earlier. you repeat the movement. once. twice. his eyes shut again, tight. its like he's denying himself from making any sounds, his teeth sinking deeper into his shirt. and that's when you change it up again.
you bring your grip higher along his cock again, thumb swiping over his slit and then working your hand back down. and he whimpers.
it's soft, but oh so sweet. and oh, the things you'd do to hear them again.
so you try again, this time, with yet another tactic. your free hand rests on his pelvis, thumb circling over the bone. and then you lean closer, eyes locked on his face through your lashes as your tongue darts out, licking the fresh pre from his slit, and his eyes snap open, a saccharine-sweet moan leaving his lips. the hem of his shirt falls from his lips and you miss the sight of his bare torso for a moment.
"cho," you whisper, lashes fluttering up at him, and he nearly comes right there, "you can hold my hair." your hand on his pelvis moves to one of his hands on the couch, gently prying his fingers from the cushion and guiding them to your hair. they thread through the locks, gripping them tight as he groans softly.
"you look so pretty like this," you whisper, hand going back to his hip, thumb once again tracing circles. you hear the way his breath hitches, see the way his eyes widen fractionally.
and then your lips wrap around him, suckling the mushroom tip, and his head falls back with a whine, hips bucking into your mouth as he cums down your throat. whispered apologies leave his lips, a few drops of hot cum seeping past yours as he holds you in place by your hair, whimpering as he rides out his orgasm.
but you moan, swallowing every drop you can, gagging around his length as your eyes roll back, watery and hazy, but trying to focus on his. his cock twitches at the sight, the wet, clumped lashes sending another rush of blood straight to his cock as he spurts the last of his cum down your throat, panting.
he whimpers under his breath as he collects himself, apologetic and embarrassed for cumming so soon, and you can't help the way you find it all so utterly cute.
because, truth be told, you had been surprised. but you were not put off, by it, quite the opposite. it was pretty attractive. not to mention, he came a lot - it was a rather hefty ego boost.
he gently loosens his grip on your hair, muttering softly, and while he may be done, but you aren't. you'd never given anyone head before, but you were sure that him cumming in your mouth the second you took him in wasn't the 'full experience'. and you were oh so willing to help him get that - a little too willing, in fact.
so you pull away from his cock with a string of saliva mixed cum attaching your lower lip from his tip, licking your lips and then cleaning him up, ignoring his whines of surprise and overstimulation when you move from his trimmed base to his ruddy tip.
only to wrap your lips around him again while he grips your hair tighter, at war with himself about whether he should make you stop, or let you go ahead.
but he was powerless under your mouth - this time you were determined to suck him off properly and then drink his cum. or keep trying till he let you.
freshly showered and moisturised but i can't sleep so i'm thinking about choso holding your hips down and fucking up into you like his life depends on it, not even realising he's cum inside you twice already, overstimulating himself and you. meanwhile your arms are braced against his chest, buckling with each thrust, eyes glazed and unfocused, lips parted with a little bit of drool collecting riiight there. it's messy, it's sweet, and he's fucked you both dumb.
thinking about sitting on the kitchen counter with bedhead and dressed in a too-big t-shirt, legs swinging as you talk kento's ear off. your voice is soft, a little raspy from the slumber he'd lifted you out of to shuffle around the kitchen in his red flannel pajamas - no shirt, because you're wearing that as usual - making french toast because he can.
as the pan sizzles in the background, he glances over his shoulder at you, eyes half closed but cheeks rosy and lifted into a smile as you tell him about a dog you saw yesterday during your lunch break. its 10 am on a Sunday morning. you could've just called for something or stayed asleep a little longer. but he's here with you, drizzling little french toast sticks with honey and feeding you with sticky fingers because he loves you.
and when your face lights up like that? eyes crinkling into that goddamn smile? he thinks you couldn't look more gorgeous, bedhead and all.
in need of cuddles tonight. specifically from miya osamu.
content: sfw, not proofread, written half-asleep :P
just thinking about him coming home after closing up the restaurant, some leftovers packed in a bag that he sets on the coffee table when he walks up to where you sit on the couch. the scent of warm rice and tuna mayo reaches your nose the same time the faded scent of his cologne does. you smile up at him, arms reaching out to pull him down beside you.
"hi, my love," you say softly, arms wrapping around his neck as he sits down on the couch, "how was your day? was the restaurant busy?"
his arms wrap around you instinctively, pulling you closer to him, almost into his lap.
"my day was fine. busy." he burrows his face into the crook of your neck with a tired hum. "missed you, though."
"aww, I missed you too," you breathe, one hand carding through his undercut. his hair was dark now, no longer dyed grey like it had been when you first met all those years ago. you liked it either way, though. so long as you could run your hands through it. the thought brought a small smile to your face.
a few moments pass like that, just the two of you breathing in each other's presence. then, osamu speaks again.
"how was your day?" he murmurs against your neck, pressing a soft kiss there to punctuate his question.
"it was fine, just tiring," you hum. "feeling kinda off, but nothing your cuddles can't fix."
his arms tighten around you in concern, and he lets out a gruff sound.
"got ya some onigiri, if that helps too. we had some umeboshi and tuna mayo left over."
you sigh, melting against him with a smile.
"that's perfect. who in their right mind leaves behind the umeboshi ones? psychos, I'm telling you," you murmur, gently pulling away to look at him, hands cupping his cheeks.
he smiles at you, keeping the fact that he had kept those aside specially for you to himself.
"ya hungry?"
"for onigiri? always." your head tilts to one side fondly, following his movements as he reaches for the takeaway bag, unboxing the food for the two of you.
"oh, yeah, there was one piece of mochi too," he says, picking it up from the corner of the box and holding it to your lips. "just one."
your smile widens, and you feel your chest lighten as you part your lips, taking a bite of the little ball of strawberry mochi.
"this is perfect," you breathe. "thank you, 'samu..."
but he merely shushes you, taking out the onigiris. "don't gotta thank me, silly girl. just doing what I'm s'posed to."
you eat together, catching each other up on your days and laughing, the soft hum of the tv droning in the background. and once there are only stray grains of rice left in the box, he sets it aside in the bag, pulling you into his lap properly this time, holding you close.
this is perfect, you think to yourself, snuggling a little closer, eyes drifting shut. emotions lighter now, finally.
suffer with me. best friend kuroo who thinks he's the only one in love even though he knows almost every intimate detail about you. who sees you with other people and knows they don't know you, not the way he does. he sees it in the way they are with you, in the way your cheeks don't glow with the same radiance as they do when you love - really love - something. best friend kuroo who, for all his intelligence, doesn't see that you glow like that around him nearly all the time, even when you're pissed at him. he thinks it's platonic, the way your hand brushes his, the way you smile a little brighter when he makes another one of his stupid jokes. he thinks it's platonic, convinces himself you don't mean anything by it, but knows if you gave him the chance, he'd hold you even with his hands tied.
