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gojo . husbandsatoru .ᐟ.ᐟ

choso . boyfriendchosotwt .ᐟ.ᐟ

sukuna . feral-worship - paintingdate - dadsukuna .ᐟ.ᐟ

higuruma . nightshift .ᐟ.ᐟ

CCH series . banner intro - prologue .ᐟ.ᐟ

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I just wanna write choso like overly sweet sometimes

like he’s so funny and cute

and has anyone written him using his technique to keep his boner up plz show me 🤒🤒

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Can someone motivate me to finish CCH chapter 1 4 choso

like I swear the first chapters done

but the smut part comes and boom I’m stuck as FUCK

I ALSO SAW YVESSSSSSS I WENT TO HER CONCERT I NEVER LARP IM GOATED

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[𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑫𝑪𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑯𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬] 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 0 - 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 〢 who's the first pick? 𓂃 𓏧♡

Sigh.

Being lonely was something that occurred often in your love life. The endless dates, the repetitive plotted dramas or rom-coms, the sucky masturbating that left you shameful . . . don’t get me started. You were on the couch, lounging around, watching said corny K-drama while on the phone with your best friend Kami, a girl you’ve known since middle school.

“Ugh, I don’t know kami...these men just aren’t doing it for me. Every single guy I’ve met so far always ruins it for themselves! Like, why do I have to worry about going to the bathroom and coming back to our table, and you're gone! without paying! Some men aren’t shit, I’m so serious.”

You rubbed your temple with your index finger, then let out a sigh. You listened to her stretched out hum in agreement, already ready to say the same thing she always says to you.

“You seriously need to take a breather babe. I hate seeing you so stressed over a man! This is why I stick to hookups nowadays. Our generation is genuinely so fucked. I’ll just wait for my turn patiently.”

You grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in your mouth dramatically, words a muffled mess.

“It must be nice to get dick and not worry about the person it’s attached to later. Pleaseeeee teach me your ways kami. I’ll even pay.”

She let out a hearty laugh, her shuffling through her covers being mildly heard through the phone, “What price are we talking? I juuust might have a few things in store . . . ”

“I’ll take anything, I swear,” you looked around you in your fat circle of snacks for the closest thing nearby to offer up.

“Does Skittles count? I have about three packs to offer.”

Kami mock hummed in thought, stroking her chin at the offering.

“Hmmm…make it four.”

“Deal.” You both went silent before bursting into laughter and finally breaking your funny moment.

Kami, trying to contain her giggles, spoke up again, “You’re silly. Okay, but seriously. I think I might have something for you. It might not be your cup of tea, but…I want you to give it a try.”

Still giggling a bit, you sat up at her serious offer, and you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, adjusting your phone closer to your ear so you could hear better.

“What exactly do you have in mind? It better not be something insane.”

She shrugged and hummed, “Depends on what your version of insane is, I guess! I use it occasionally, so…you’ll be in good hands. I’ll send it to you right now.”

Ping!

You brought your phone down to your lap, opening your messages to click on the link she sent you.

You looked down at the phone, eyebrows scrunching. “Uh….Cursedcock.com…? What kinda name is that? Kami, what is—”

“I know, I know! Trust me, I said the same at first. Just hear me out!”

She could probably guess the look on your face right now, and she’d be right. Your jaw was slightly agape as you looked at the pink-and-white website, the words “welcome to Cursedcock hotline!” Flashing in your face in sparkly letters.

“…Yeah…start explaining.”

“OKAY. Listen up. So there’s this guy I met at a bar a month ago, and we were hitting it off, yknow…the usual stuff. We were drinking, and he eventually asked me to dance, and you know me—obviously, I said yes!”

You listened with your eyes squinted, nodding slightly, trying to see how convincing she could possibly get for why the word cock was flashing in your face so nicely.

“Mhm. Go on.”

“Right. So we were dancing and stufffff and like…later on he asked me if I wanted to get outta there. I was tipsy, so I said yes a little faster than I should’ve, but whatever—fuck it. We leave, get a room, yadayada. After some intense coitus, he pulled out his phone and showed me where to find him if I wanted to do it again, and boom. Now we’re here.”

You blinked a few times trying to process everything, a small sigh coming out.

“Okay…very interesting. Cool. Not judging at all. What I really wanna know is how many times did you book this…guy?”

“…Listen and we don’t judge?”

“It won’t even surprise me anymore after what you just told me. Spit it out.”

She paused before mumbling her answer, shame creeping into her tone, “Maybe…6 times? 7 possibly…?”

Your jaw audibly made a pop sound as it dropped, you swore a fly could’ve flew in.

“Say you swear. No, because there’s no way the D was that good. Kami…”

“Oh, sue me! It was a rare pull, and I was not letting that go. He was so sweet and sexy. And like he just had a way with words, but maybe a little monotone? Like, he’s not boring…he’s like blunt…in a cute way? Caring? I don’t know.”

Great.

This was totally not piquing your interest at all, and you 100% were not scrolling away at your phone looking for what’s described, not wanting to give up your interest so fast.

Kami continued to ramble on about this brown-haired, sleep-deprived-looking guy, and you just couldn't help but blurt out your next sentence.

“…what’s his name.”

Kami gasped very dramatically on the other end of the phone like she’d just won the jackpot or something.

“OHHHHH, so now we’re asking questions?”

“Oh my goood, shut up,” you groaned, throwing a popcorn kernel at literally nothing. “I’m just curious. That’s it.”

“Mhm. Sure. ‘Just curious,’” she repeated slowly. “That’s what I said before getting taken out to a cute restaurant, then getting put through the mattress later on multiple occasions.”

You made a disgusted sound, a small laugh following after it, “Spare me. No more details.”

“Okay, okay,” she finally said, dragging it out again. “No more dets. I promise.”

She paused again, and this time her voice dropped just a little, like she was smiling to herself. Your fingers stilled on the popcorn bag.

Even the K-drama on the TV felt quieter for a second.

Kami then finally said his name.

“…Choso.”

You looked up Choso’s profile, head tilted, and interest piqued. Choso….hm. He is pretty cute.

Ping!

$75 booking fee for Choso Kamo has been purchased! We hope you enjoy your boyfriend of choice :)

a/n - holy woah I’m so excited to write the first official part guys omghshchgsks no but imagine this irl I’d be laughing my ass off

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. . . “Cursedcock.com…what kinda name is that?” . . .

Being lonely was something that occurred often in your love life. The endless dates, the repetitive plotted dramas or rom-coms, the sucky masturbating that left you shameful . . . don’t get me started. You were on the couch lounging, watching said corny k-drama while on the phone with your best friend—one you’ve known since middle school. ranting about these things led to her sending you a website link.

Ping!

“Cursedcock.com…what kinda name is that?”

The name didn’t seem so corny when a certain someone’s dick was 7 inches deep in you once a week . . .

Welcome to the JJK Rent-a-Boyfriend series!

hiya lovies!

I know I’ve been MIA for awhile . . . but I promise I wasn’t just doing nothing!

I finally finished my first year of college yay!!

I’ve been wanting to do this series for a longggg while and I finally pushed my ideas out and got the plot and cover together so I can feed you guys pfffft (also yes, there are more guys I’m just starting with these three lol)

thank you sm for the support on my works so far from anon likers to my moots I appreciate it sm!!

cheers to starting my first series and I hope you enjoy it !

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BoyfriendChoso! After some twt scrolling, choso ends up answering to your fantasies as you get a random idea to explore his body…? 18+

You don’t have a dick. Obviously.

But your sweet, adoring boyfriend, Choso, does.

You’ve been scrolling on Twitter all day, just chudding around—per usual when you’re not slaving your ass off for work, y'know—the usual.

Every few scrolls, whether it’s one of those stupid “I just hit the jackpot” videos or some cute aesthetic animal post, a certain tweet keeps making its way onto your feed.

@Eatzuchini404 I really want to have a dick. I GENUINELY need to know what it feels like to jerk off.

You stare at it for a moment before liking it—obviously—and scrolling through the comments, seeing some people agreeing while others are being total buzzkills.

You let out an audible sigh, turning and flopping onto your back, blankets rustling as you adjust into another ridiculous position.

Choso is in your shared bathroom, connected to your bedroom. He just got out of the shower, and the remnants of steam drift into the room.

He’s standing at the mirror, going through the same skincare routine you do after showering.

It’s cute—how he copies your mannerisms and stuff, with you doing it right back.

You glance back at your phone, the tweet lighting up your face as an idea forms. A really delicious one.

“Cho baby? Are you done? Can you come here for a second?”

“Hm? What is it? Do you need me for something?” he asks, peeking through the doorway.

His wet hair clings to the nape of his neck, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Fuck, he looks like a glazed donut. You could swear you feel drool pooling in your mouth at the sight of his dick tenting through the towel, even though he’s on soft.

“I do. Come look at this. Tell me what you think.”

He sets your Fenty face mask down on the sink, aligning it perfectly with everything else—because he knows how much you hate when things are out of place.

He adjusts his towel, then grabs his fuzzy black cat headband from beside your white one.

He always thought it was cute that you both matched.

Sliding it on, he pushes his hair back and makes his way to the bed, sitting at the edge, patiently waiting for whatever you’re so eager to show him.

“Look at this.”

You shove your phone in his face. His eyes squint slightly, adjusting to the brightness as he tries to read. You can see him slowly processing it before he looks back at you, confused.

“…I don’t get it. Tell me what this means. What do they mean by they want to have a dick? What’s jerking off?”

Sometimes you forget he doesn’t understand certain modern slang.

“Jeez, Cho. They want to know what it’s like to have the opposite sex’s parts and use them! I’m showing you because I’m curious too. Do you ever get curious?”

He pauses, thinking, then nods slowly as understanding settles in.

“I understand… I have felt the same way multiple times when we do things together. Is that a normal thing?”

“Seems like it is to me! …I have an idea. I know you just took a shower, but…”

He raises an eyebrow, looking at you expectantly.

“I want you to show me how you jerk off. like tell me in explicit detail as you do it. I need to know.”

His jaw drops slightly before he closes it, tilting his head and looking away for a second before meeting your eyes again.

“Like… right now?”

“Right now.”

He wipes the remaining water from his skin and moves to the pillows, sitting against the headboard with his legs spread, the towel barely holding on.

A deep blush spreads across his face, already getting flustered at the thought of you watching him like this—so openly this time.

You set your phone aside and crawl toward him, settling back on your ankles.

“Please don’t look at me like that, Cho, you’re making me feel like a perv!”

He glances down at the growing tent under the towel, then back at you—at the way you’re looking at him—and lets out a quiet sigh of defeat. He knows he’s not getting out of this one.

You always manage to surprise him with the fantasies you come up with out of the blue. He’s still recovering from the time he ate icing off your—you get the point.

“Alright, I’m… gonna start now. You can watch. I’d really like it if you’d join me, though.”

“Oh no, no, no, mister. This is a solo show tonight.”

He huffs softly, mumbling a small “fine,” before removing the towel, revealing his growing erection, already dripping with precum.

You swear you can feel the heat pooling between your legs as memories flood back—how well he fills you up so good, how hard he feels against those walls of yours.

“Look at you. He’s already ready to put on a show for me. Show me how you jerk off to me, Cho.”

Choso swallows whatever he wants to say, a soft, breathy exhale slipping past his lips.

“Watch me closely.”

He noticed you leaning forward as if this was some upfront sex ed lesson, studying everything.

He brung his hand up to his mouth and let a string of saliva fall into it, before hovering it over his dick and letting it drip onto it— kind of like you did for him.

He wanted it to feel like that every time his fingers even touched himself while jerking off.

Always you.

You felt yourself closing your legs together, the friction from that already making your arousal worse.

“Cho..start telling me how you’re feeling.”

He let out a breathy grunt, his hand already starting to squeeze his dick the way you always have when you gave him a handjob.

“You..it feels..s’good. It’s wet. Warm. Reminds me of your soft hands. I miss them right now.”

You let out a small hum of amusement, you couldn’t help yourself when he looked so cute fantasizing about you right in your face.

“You miss them? What else do you miss. Keep telling me. What do you feel?”

He groaned at your tone of voice, already too into this “educational moment” for you.

“I really like when something tight is around it…like your hand or…or your mouth…your pussy too.”

God you wish you could just ride him right now.

but you needed to watch him cum up close.

“I hope you know you’re turning me on so badly right now.”

He looked up, face flushed and his kitty cat headband already ready to slip off.

“So why don’t you teach me too? Show me… how you touch yourself to me.”

Fuck.

Maybe tonight is a two person show.

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thank you guys for liking this sm I’m super grateful :,)

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Dad!Sukuna attempts to make breakfast for his wife and daughter! - ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 1.5k!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Ah…shit.”

Sukuna stood in front of the stove, staring down at whatever black mass was left in the pan.

He was ready for you to come rushing out—confused, asking questions, scolding him. The usual from his dear wife.

Instead, he heard small footsteps pattering down the hallway toward the kitchen.

“…Papa..? Mama…? Is that you?”

An adorable little girl appeared in the doorway, her hair sticking out in every direction. She rubbed her eyes, still trying to wake up and make sense of the noise that had pulled her out of sleep.

Sukuna grabbed the towel tucked into the oven handle and started waving away the smoke before it could reach the fire alarm. He leaned over and cracked open a window to let the air out, especially so it wouldn’t reach her.

“Damn it. Didn’t mean to wake you up, kid. You alright?”

She stood there for a few seconds, still spaced out at the commotion, before mumbling in a sleepy, confused voice.

“M’okay… what are you doing? Why is the kitchen smoky? Where’s Mama?”

He sighed, waving the last bit of smoke away from her face.

“She’s still knocked out. Go sit down, I got it.”

The little girl known as Reika, the beautiful 6-year-old daughter you and Sukuna had together, went to go sit in her chair, the one preferably higher than the others, because she loved being the same height as her parents.

She looked around the almost smoke-free kitchen and at her dad, standing with his arms crossed, unsure what to do next.

“Papa…mama said to stay out of the kitchen. You don’t have to make breakfast. Remember last time? You almost gave us food poisoning!”

Sukuna’s eye twitched.

“Well…yer’ still alive, ain’t cha?” he muttered, shooting her a look over his shoulder.

“Barely.”

“…Tch. Smart-mouthed brat. Wonder where you got that from.”

“From only the best!” she said immediately, resting her chin in her hands, looking at the best in question.

He clicked his tongue, chuckling a bit, before turning back to the counter, arms still folded and studying his mess. The pan in front of him was beyond saving.

The eggs—or whatever he intended to make—were long gone and reduced to a sad, charred lump.

He looked around the kitchen for a second before dragging his hand down his face and turning to take a peek at Reika.

“…Hey. Rei. You know how to make pancakes?”

Her posture went straight, and her eyes lit up—sleepiness gone in an instant. “Mama lets me help sometimes! I can do it!”

Sukuna turned around and leaned his lower back against the counter.

“…’ Help,’ huh?” He raised a brow. “So you don’t just sit there eatin’ the chocolate chips while your mother does all the work?”

“No…I mix!” she defended quickly. “…And I pour. Sometimes.”

“….Eh. Good enough.” He jerked his head toward the counter.

“Get up here.”

She scrambled to get off her chair, dragging it across the floor so she could climb up and stand on it beside him, now having so much energy for six in the morning.

Sukuna opened a top cabinet, staring into it like it was some sort of crossword puzzle, all the flours and seasonings in their respective places, your knack for organization evident.

". . .Now, where the hell does she keep the—ah.”

He pulled out the pancake mix from the top shelf and set it on the counter, now clear after shoving a few dishes and utensils back into the sink and cleaning the pan.

Reika beamed as she remembered your cooking routine from all the times she would sit at the table and watch in astonishment.

“Mama uses the white bowl! And the Hello Kitty mixer! And vanilla extract!” She said in excitement, pointing to all the places these things were kept.

He paused, looking at the rapid movement of her fingers before sighing in amusement. “Right…Of course she does.”

—

A few minutes later, the two of them were side by side with Sukuna cracking eggs with a little too much force, and Reika trying very hard not to get shells in the bowl, a focused pout evident on her cute face.

“Papa, you’re not being gentle! You're gonna end up making the pancakes crunchy!”

“. . .This is me bein’ gentle.”

She huffed at his antics and stared at him, a pout resurfacing. “Papaaa—”

“Damn it. Alright, alright.” He clicked his tongue, grabbing another egg, slowly moving and easing up this time, cracking it against the bowl with less force. “ . . . Happy now, brat?”

Reika leaned over, inspecting it like a tiny food critic. “Hm . . . Better. Continue.”

He let out a breathy chuckle before he nudged the bowl toward her. “Here. You said you mix, right? Go on. Show me what ya’ got.”

Her whole face lit up again as she grabbed the whisk with both hands, immediately starting a little too fast and eager—batter sloshing dangerously close to the edge.

“Hey—slow down.” Sukuna reached over, steadying the bowl with one hand. “We’re makin’ pancakes, not fightin’ them. Weren't you just on my ass about being gentle?”

“I am being slow!” she insisted, though she did, in fact, slow down—only a little bit though.

He watched her for a second, arms folding again as he leaned back against the counter. Flour dusted her fingers, a bit of egg on her sleeve, tongue poking out in concentration like it always did when she was trying to get something just right, just like her mom.

“. . . Don’t overmix it,” he muttered gruffly.

She blinked up at him, arms still keeping a steady pace. “What happens if I do?”

“. . . Dunno. Your mom just says that every time.”

She slowed down a little more after that, whisk dragging through the batter in softer circles now. It was still a little messy—tiny splashes here and there—but it was looking just like yours in a way.

Sukuna tried to hide his proudness in his demeanor, but it shone through very easily, as he loved his daughter and her ability to do things like this, being his wife's carbon copy.

After another moment, he pushed himself off the counter and grabbed the now clean pan, setting it down on the stove.

“Alright. Move it.”

She shuffled a bit to the side, still on her chair, peeking over the counter as he turned the knob and the flame came to life.

Sukuna grabbed the bowl from her, giving it one last lazy stir before tilting it over the pan in a familiar manner.

The batter poured out in a slow circle… slightly uneven. Still a pancake, I guess.

Reika leaned forward immediately. “. . . That does not look like Mama’s.”

“. . . Yeah? Well, why don't you go wake her up and tell her that? I'm sure she’d be delighted.” A small smirk hits his face, knowing you hate being woken up suddenly, as it puts you in a shitty morning state.

“No way! That would ruin the surprise. Just keep going or…whatever.”

“Good. Then shut yer yapper—” Sukuna was about to retort before they both noticed the batter started to bubble, the smell shifting—thank god—from that burnt disaster earlier to something warm and sweeter.

Reika rested her chin on the counter, watching closely, like this was the most important thing in the world.

“Sooo…when do you flip it?” she asked, voice quieter now.

“…When the bubbles show up like that,” he said, nodding toward the surface. “See ‘em?”

She squinted, leaning forward. “…Oh! I see them!”

“Yeah. That’s when.” He slid the spatula under it, pausing for just a second before flipping. It landed a little off-center, but it held itself together, earning a slight scoff from Sukuna.

Reika gasped like she’d just witnessed some sort of magic trick or something. “Papa! You're not burning the food this time!”

“ . . . You like the idea of starving this morning or what? ” He mock grimaced, hand reaching up to playfully ruffle her hair, messing it up and earning a giggle of amusement. He let it cook a little longer before moving it onto a plate.

Reika immediately leaned over to inspect it. “ . . . It’s still kinda crooked.”

“Been on my ass all morning . . . Eat it or don’t.”

“I will I will!” she said quickly. “…It looks yummy. Thank you for letting me help Papa. Let's make more for mama!”

“…When we finish, we’ll bring the food to her,” he added, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud, like thought hes been holding onto for a while absentmindedly.

Reika’s face softened at her dad's intentions, a happy smile growing on her face for the 10th time this morning.

“…She’ll be really happy,” she said.

Sukuna glanced at the counter and its mess again, then at the kid beside him—flour on her cheek, hair still a mess, smiling like this was the best morning ever.

He flipped the next pancake, a little cleaner this time and with more accuracy, not wanting to be scolded by the mini chef beside him.

He wouldn't mind making breakfast every morning if he got to experience things like this more often.

But he'd prefer you be in the kitchen with him next time.

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madi is alive guys.

the end of the semes is kicking her butt cheeks

new fic coming soon. PROMISE. (maybe Cho pt 2)

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I’m so weak omg I love them

Higuruma celebrating bakugos birthday was not on my try list I LOVE IT

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We should totally kiss

Oh yes I agree

Pucker up buttercup I’m coming over immediately!

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— Synopsis! You and Husband!Satoru just got married! How will your long night of passion go after all the fun? — 2.9k!

“Do you, Satoru Gojo, take her to be your wife—to love her, protect her, and stand beside her, in every moment, whether it be filled with joy or hardship—for the rest of your life?”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

Yes. Finally.

You're finally married to Satoru Gojo—Mr Untouchable, your light and shining armor.

After such a hectic day of catering to people, accepting gifts left and right from your family, endless congratulations, dancing, Satoru shoving all the event’s sweets and sugar into his face, your parents scolding him, and your mutual friends clowning him—

fuck, you were exhausted, to say the least.

And you, of course, still laugh the night away at it all.

After the chaotic and beautiful ceremony, with both of you making a dramatic exit in a car with the traditional tin cans in the back, he finally gets you to himself—just the two of you in this big, dim, intimate bedroom, and you just can't help but tremble with excitement.

“Someone's either really nervous orrr….really horny maybe? Were my vows that bad, or are you just that into me?”

He let out a soft, breathy chuckle, his hands already occupied with loosening his tie and focusing on already getting undressed, his lower back leaning against the dresser.

You stretched, flopping onto the bed with your big wedding dress, exhausted.

“How do you have so much energy to be this annoying toru? You surprise me every day.”

You sat up with a huff, the position you were in (probably unflattering, and you look like a chud), you sat forward, the corset part of your dress sucking the life out of you.

You looked at him, clearly needing help, “When you’re done, can you help me out of this? I literally feel like I’m dying by the second.”

He laughed at your cute struggle and finally got his tie off, the buttons of his white dress shirt finally unbuttoning, before he made his way over to you.

“Yeah yeah, I gotcha. Stand right here.”

You made your way to where he was, in front of the mirror, and stood in front of him.

As you stood in front of him, you couldn’t help but realize. You both looked super good together. And we’re really married now. Life is so strange with its ways.

You’re with the man you love, and he loves you back just as much, if not above and beyond from what you understand.

You felt him gently slide his finger up your arm, a small hum of contentment leaving his lips, “I’m about to help you in a sec, but I just feel like I need to tell you for the 1000th time tonight—you look gorgeous.”

You smiled, face heating up at the sudden compliment that took you out of your sentiment.

“Aww…toru…please don’t make me cry right now, I’m not in the mood to look a hot mess.”

He chuckled a bit, a grin sliding onto his face as his fingers made their way to the strings of your dress. “Oh, you’re already looking the hot part, honey. Don’t let me stop you!”

You rolled your eyes, your smile never leaving your lips as he worked those perfect fingers of his through each knot.

You were honestly surprised you both haven’t pounced on each other yet, considering you had a few drinks earlier, Satoru following only for the occasion, despite not really drinking.

A soft pair of lips coming into contact with the crook of your neck pulled you out of your thoughts once again, Satorus's low and teasing voice suddenly dangerously close to your ear.

“Not to rush our night or anything… but am I gonna get to touch you however I want when this comes off? Just makin’ sure.”

Fuck. You knew you spoke too soon.

“And justttt when I thought you were gonna keep the mood going, you dork.”

He hummed in amusement, finally done with your dress, the sparkly, satin white material coming into perfect contrast with the skin of your back.

“Can you blame me? You expect me to behave when my wife looks like a five-star dessert? Who do you take me for?”

You exhaled through your nose, feeling the material drop to the floor, leaving you in some gorgeous white underwear piece your best friend put you in, turning around to face him.

This was the night Satoru had your body all to himself as your official husband.

He led you towards the bed, his hands gently but firmly placed on your waist as he guided you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed before falling flatly onto it.

He followed after, body smoothly coming over yours, caging you in. he took a moment to take your state in, appreciating how gorgeous his now wife is.

How did he get so lucky?

He leaned down and finally kissed you, groaning slightly into your mouth.

His tongue traced your bottom lip, silently asking for an entrance. You let him in, both of you now in a perfect sync. His tongue explored your mouth, his breath becoming unsteady as he was holding back, trying not to be too rough.

He pulled away, kissing the corner of your mouth before trailing it down your neck, sucking and licking around the area, leaving a few hickeys in the process.

You swore you could hear your heartbeat out loud, the way your chest was rising up and down as nerves and excitement went over your entire body. Your hands came up to rest on his nape as you felt him trail down towards your breasts.

“Mnh..toru…that feels good…keep going.”

You felt a small smile come on to his face as he reached the Mount of your breasts, still covered in a white lacy bra. he peppered the area with kisses, feeling the softness of his lips and occasional licks all over the area.

If you wanted to be honest with yourself, you did want him to be a little rougher, a little more biting, if anything.

You could tell he was genuinely holding back from what he really wanted to do, feeling his teeth brush your areola occasionally, wanting to bite and suck on your nipples like he usually does.

He picked his head up from in between your boobs, a small string of saliva still connected between the two, “Fuck, honey, you…you look so beautiful right now, I don't wanna ruin this.”

You shook your head immediately, whispering, “Satoru. It's okay, I promise. Please, I want you to do what you want tonight. We both will. I want this.”

He groaned, his head dropping for a second before burying it back into your chest, pressing more kisses into it.

His hand reached up behind you and slid up your back, going to unclasp your bra with one hand while the other focused on caressing you up and down your waist.

He discarded your bra, his icy blue eyes raking up and down your half-naked body in admiration. He could never get used to this view, as it was his favorite. If that cake he had earlier wasn't sweet enough, he was surely in for a treat tonight.

Satoru still felt himself holding back as he kissed your nipple, nibbled on it, and sucked it. Your whole body was warm as he swirled his tongue around the growing nub, which was now covered and wet with his saliva, the sounds evident in the big bedroom.

But God, you wanted more.

“You're still holding back on me toru.”

Your brows furrowed in sexual frustration as your head lifted to leave a small bite on his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft white flesh and sucking on it before letting go, hard enough to leave a mark.

You met back with him face-to-face, both hands cupping his face, “Please. I want you. All of you right now.”

He let out a breathy chuckle in defeat and groaned out a response, “shit– alright. Okay baby. You got me. You want it rough? I'll give you rough.”

And just like that, he no longer held back on his fantasies and how he wanted you tonight.

Satoru continued his ministrations to the rest of your body, knowing it like the back of his hand and every sensitive spot. He traced a bunch of kisses down your body, from your chest to your stomach, to your abdomen, and finally to the place that you wanted him the most.

You can already feel it. You were dripping with slick. You don't know how much longer you could wait until he touches your pussy. Satoru was now facing your pretty cunt, hot breath ghosting over it in a teasing manner.

He decided to tease you a little more, kissing and licking your thighs instead.

You couldn't help but let out a frustrated whine, his name following shortly after, “fuck toru, seriously? Please?… I can't wait anymore :(.”

“Just wait, baby. I'm getting there. Just sit there and look pretty, yeah?”

The love in his eyes was so obvious; he was so in love with you and your body. He continued to caress your stomach, hips, and thighs with his hands, his tongue wet and warm, as he swirled it around your thigh in a teasing manner.

The sweetest sounds left your mouth as eagerness and pleasure took over you, feeling the occasional bites and nibbles you wanted him to leave so badly.

After a few more minutes of these teasing ministrations, His mouth finally latched onto your aching pussy, burying his tongue deep into your folds, pressing his nose flush against your clit.

The sudden pleasure was so intense, you let out a breathy whine, fingers reaching down and burying themselves into his beautiful white locks. His tongue moved up and down, reaching your aching clit and taking it into his mouth, saliva and Slick coating the entirety of his chin and lips.

You swore all you could think about was how lucky you were right now and how you couldn't ask for anything better at the moment.

“Mngh’-- fuck yes, just like that, keep going..”

He smiled into your pussy, continuing to eat you out like a hungry animal, his arms putting your thighs in a lock so he can really get up in there. His breathing only got heavier as he moved his tongue from your clit to your pulsing hole.

You didn't think that you could get any wetter, but you swear you felt a new wave of wetness come out of you.

He pushed his tongue inside of you, moving it around in circles, tasting every corner of you and whatever you produced. He knew exactly how to find every spot you liked, and how to get you to where you wanted to be every. single. time.

A strangled moan was forced out of you, disturbing The Silence of the room as his finger rubbed your puffy clit. He really wasn't holding back, giving you the sloppy sex you wanted. fuck it was so good.

A familiar coil in your abdomen started to make itself known.

“Toru’s m’so close,” Your fingers tightened around his hair to let him know, and he sped up his ministrations, but not in a way that could make you lose the momentum he was keeping up.

After a few seconds, a wave of pleasure came over you, whines and groans of his name flipping out of your mouth uncontrollably, your fingers gripping onto his locks like your life depended on it.

Satoru let up, only having a little bit of mercy on you, since yknow, it's your wedding night or whatever, he lifted his head, and cum dripped from his chin with a pussy drunk smile plastered on his face.

“This pussy never fails to surprise me. Every time.”

He gave your clit a final kiss and sat up, settling back onto his ankles. He was already bulging through his dress pants, his hand going down to palm himself, before finally unbuttoning it and discarding it just as fast.

His underwear followed, and you finally saw that monster in his pants. His cock was extremely big. Normal for a man, yes, but still very big. It was throbbing and already leaking with precum.

You swear that you were already drooling, your hand going up to your mouth to wipe it away.

You sat up on the bed, feeling very impatient. Your greedy fingers went to grab his gorgeous cock and already get it inside of you. Satoru let out an amused chuckle, fingers halting you and your not-so-sneaky movements.

“No, no. Behave yourself.”

Why was he playing this little game tonight? You wanted to feel him inside of you right now. You don't know how much more of his teasing you can take anymore.

“Toruuu~ please…I dont know how much longer i can wait…i want it inside of me already.”

The pout on your face was evident, only amusing him more.

“Alright alright. How can i resist when my pretty girl begs like that?”

This was all it took for him to lose anything that he decided to hold back. He leaned forward, pressing the tip of his dick to your pussy, letting it kiss the entrance over and over.

With a sudden thrust, he put the whole thing inside of you, causing you to yelp, hands grabbing on to his forearms for leverage, and thighs trembling at the sudden fill of your walls.

Fuck he was huge.

“Shit—Somebody's extra tight tonight, huh? You doin’ alright baby?”

Your heavy panting got his attention. As much fun as he wanted to have with you tonight, he obviously always made sure you were okay when necessary.

You nodded and mumbled incoherent words, feeling him stay in position so you can adjust properly. You swear you could never get used to how long he was. Every time he filled you up, his tip was able to kiss the front of your cervix.

You gave him the green light to start moving, feeling him slowly moving his hips so he can move in and out of you. You groaned, feeling his veiny cock against your walls beautifully.

You just wanted to blurt out that you wanted him to fuck you so hard right now—But you are already trying your best to keep it cute.

“Ngh…Fuck me just like that,” was all you could say right now as Satorus's big cock pulled out almost halfway and pushed back into you at a ridiculously slow and teasing pace.

You couldn't speak with actual words anymore at the moment, but only with the movements of your hips and walls clenching around him.

“Fuckkk keep it tight just like that—and you might make me cum quick for once baby,” He gritted through his teeth, grunts and hums meeting your own.

You can tell that Satoru really let go of the idea of holding back the way his cock drove into you like he's been waiting for this moment his entire life.

He continuously hits your sweet spot, his cock hitting your cervix continuously in a way that has you gripping the sheets like you could fly off the bed at any moment.

That familiar creamy base on his cock was starting to show, already hinting at your upcoming orgasm and how turned on you were.

“Aghh. There it is, who's my pretty girl? My gorgeous wife?”

“Mngh—fuck—me!”

He leaned down and took one of your breasts into his mouth and swirled his tongue around your nipple, holding the other for balance.

He continued that combo for a while before sitting up, and while thrusting into you at a fast pace, he placed his palm on your abdomen, pressing down on it in a way where whenever he thrusted, it would be hitting your sweet spot every single time.

As he was continuously hitting your sweet spot, your nails were starting to claw at his forearm, your whines getting louder by the second.

“Please toru–ngh—dont stop im gonna cum–,”

He leaned down to kiss you while he was still quickly thrusting into you, his tongue diving into your mouth so you could taste yourself from earlier.

He knew how to turn you on so much, the passion from tonight just overstimulating you and making you and your body so happy.

Before you even knew it, you were cumming around his cock, legs shaking, and your face turning to muffle whatever noises were coming out of your mouth into the pillow.

Satoru grunted at the sudden squeeze around his cock, his movements not really slowing down. But acknowledging that you just had the sweet release.

He laughed sweetly, talking to you and your fucked out state, “Shit baby, you okay? Im gonna switch positions. Sit in my lap.”

You didn't even have time to register anything as he flipped you over and positioned you in his lap as he sat against the headboard.

“Toru wait–,”

He caressed your back as he helped you position against his throbbing cock.

“Dont worry, im not finished yet. You always love it when I finish in you, yeah? Im just giving my wife what she wants.”

You were lazily leaning onto him, chests flushed together, and you could already tell tonight was going to be a very long night.

A fucked-out smile drifted onto your face, feeling him already positioning you onto his cock.

God, you loved being married.

an - this took so long to write for no reason but I love it.

[torumaii]

hi frens c:

I want to do a rent-a-boyfriend jjk serious soooo bad

Nobody did it already right…right :,)

[torumaii]

You and Sukuna do a painting date in Bora Bora!

Golden hour was present and settling over the water, turning the ocean into multiple streaks of light blue and gold beneath your overwater bungalow. A soft breeze drifted through, carrying the scent of salt and very faint floral notes.

The quiet is warm—broken by the gentle shift of waves beneath the deck and the light clink of your glass against the table.

Across from you, Sukuna hasn’t really touched his painting, as he was focused on why you were being fidgety while holding yours.

“…let me see it, brat.”

“Absolutely not!”

You raised your canvas embarrassingly close to your chest to cover what was on it, which was a useless move, knowing he was like 1000x stronger than you.

You eventually let go of it, once you realized this was a 100-0 situation, and let him take the canvas, burying your face in your hands out of embarrassment.

Sukuna sat there, canvas in hand, staring at what was supposed to be his face.

“…You painted…this?” he asked slowly, his signature offended brow coming into view.

“Give it back. Like right now.” Your voice came out strangled, already reaching for it, but he lifted it higher—just out of reach so you didn't try to hide it from him.

“Suki, please! It looks ridiculous, and I didn’t even paint your eye right, it's literally lopsided, and it’s weird–-”

He turned the canvas at all types of angles, ignoring your babbling.

fuckfuckfuck, you swore he was gonna kill you any moment now [ignore you until you did it right] and probably throw you into the ocean while the waves carry your lifeless body into the sun and the sharks feast on your body while he watched.

“How dramatic. It looks fine. But my hair…it looks shit. Try again. Looks like tumbleweed.”

He handed the canvas back, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he caught the look on your face.

He leaned forward, picking up his drink, a subtle grin lingering on his lips as he took a sip, “What, you don’t like advice?”

You scowled at him, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was on a date with a professional art critic because you don't look like Picasso to me. You didn't even draw my face yet!”

“Relax. It’s just the shitty angle.” He might tell a joke but never a lie.

He let out a mock displeased sigh, tilting his head to the side, hand coming up to fiddle with his wild hair.

“How could you get something so simple embarrassingly wrong. You've seen my hair in every type of way—multiple angles at that.”

You huffed, the glare you've been shooting at him not letting up. You placed the canvas down on its stand, arms naturally going into a crossed position over your chest.

“… I'm done painting. Your hair can stay shitty in real life and in the painting.”

He scoffed before frowning, eyes drifting back to your frustrated state, “Must you pout like a child?”

You shot back, “Asshole. I'm not pouting.”

He let out a sigh before reaching out and pulling your chair closer to his so it was extremely close, to the point your knees could almost touch.

“Paint me again.” He said firmly, his voice dropping down a tone.

You freeze for a second, brush still in your hand, his command settling somewhere low in your chest.

“…You’re not serious. Do you like seeing my embarrassment or what?”

Sukuna doesn’t even blink. “Do I look like I’m joking? Paint me again, brat.”

You let out a sharp exhale, dragging the brush through paint with a little more force than necessary. “If it comes out ugly again, I swear I'm going to tonight’s show without you.”

“I don’t think it could get any uglier,” he says flatly, a smirk returning once again.

“Oh fuck you.” You couldn’t help but laugh; his demeanor never failing to entertain as much as yours did to him.

You knew this vacation was going to be very fun.

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[torumaii]

I think you mastered chosos personality im gooning

ooo girl don’t hype me up yk im easy

He’s so cute I love writing for him

my drafts are screaming “release us!!”

[torumaii]

I got paid and went shopping yesterday after classes—

I have never slept so long and well in my life omg.

once I woke up I binged sukuna edits until now (5am)

#Lifeisgreat

[torumaii]

Night shift — 𓍢ִ໋🀦

- Synopsis! “just finishing up one more case” in Lawyer!Higuruma’s office start meaning something a lot less professional when he finally stops pretending you’re just his assistant. Turns out all that overtime wasn’t the only thing he couldn’t leave alone. ── .𓍝ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ (1.5k)

Higuruma wasn’t an easy guy to work for— as calm as he seemed in the hands of Justice.

You being his trusty assistant always came in handy, though, as you worked your ass off to make sure he was in good spirits and that most of his clients were as well.

He picked you to be his assistant for a reason. You were amazing at your job–you knew how to read him without him having to say a word.

When to bring him coffee before he even asks. When to just step in and redirect a client before they pissed him off. When to quietly reschedule a court date because you could tell he was already stretched thin.

So how did it end up like this?

The office looked dim, and the city outside of it was already ready to sleep, with the occasional hoots and hollers from the night owls and party goers. lights flickering through the blinds in slow, passing streaks.

Most of the building had emptied hours ago—but not you two. It was always you two left.

You sat across from him, files spread out everywhere about a current difficult case, heels kicked off under the desk, fingers slightly sore from typing so much and organizing and rewriting things that should’ve made sense the first time.

Higuruma leaned back in his chair, tie loosened just enough to show he’d given up pretending the day wasn’t already exhausting enough.

“You’re still here, huh?” he muttered, voice low, almost distracted, like he was just realizing it.

You didn’t look up at first. “Well…you are too. Guess that makes both of us.”

He then let out the faintest exhale—almost a quiet laugh.

“…Fair.”

You didn’t even know when the shift happened—only that you felt it when it did.

One moment you were flipping through papers, the next he was standing over you, looking down at you and your desk, a look in his eyes you couldn't decipher this time.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the silence stretch in the air.

“Higuruma—” You stood up fairly quickly, nerves on the verge of collapse. There was always some tension between you two, and you felt like tonight could be the breaking point.

He didn’t answer nor hesitate when he moved.

The sound of papers scattering hit the floor as he closed the distance, his grip firm and decisive like he’d already made up his mind hours ago and was only now acting on it.

Your back met the desk, the cool surface grounding you for half a second before everything else took over.

“You always stay,” he muttered, voice rougher now, quieter perhaps in a different way. “You shouldn’t be cooped up in here with me….why haven't you gone home?”

Your fingers reached up hesitantly, curling against his shirt, barely being able to keep up with the sudden shift in his demeanor, the heat in his gaze, and the way his restraint—which was always so controlled—was slipping right in front of you.

“You say that as if you don't know the reason already,” you shot back, breath uneven.

He let out an exhale, fingers reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyebrows furrowing in thought and self-restraint.

“Tell me. Honestly. Do you still see me as just your boss?” He dropped his hand from his face, letting it reach up to rest on the nape of your neck, letting the distance decrease.

“Because I don't see you as just my assistant, it's…. It's been a while since I thought that way.”

“…Hiromi…” you started, voice softer this time, your voice lacking the bite it had only a second ago.

His thumb shifted slightly against the back of your neck, not forceful, just there.

Waiting.

“Answer me,” he murmured, gaze steady, searching yours in a way that made it extremely hard to look away. “Because if you do… then I’ll stop. No questions.”

His hand slid from your neck to your jaw, tilting your face up just slightly—not rough or rushed—but firm in a way that made your breath catch again.

Like he needed to see you…Be sure.

“Tell me,” he added, quieter now. “I only have so much patience.”

God, your heart was in your ass right now. You wanted to cave in and say it while running away at the same time—you were just so nervous.

Your lips parted, heart pounding so loud you were 1000% sure he could hear it.

“I don’t…” You exhaled, voice barely steady. “…I don’t see you as just my boss. That changed a long time ago as well. My…My feelings for you are very evident.”

He let out a breath of relief, he’ll call it, in which he didn't know he was holding. His forehead dipped for a second, brushing yours—like he needed that one moment to collect himself—

“Fuck—I knew I wasn't going crazy.”

—and then he kissed you.

He kissed you like this would be the last time he would see you—tongue exploring your mouth and finding its way to feel against yours in every way.

You can tell his feelings were true by the subtle, occasional groans he let out against your lips. He pressed his hips against yours and nipped roughly at your collarbone and the top of your half-clothed tits.

When you tried to stifle a gasp that threatened to come out, he only wanted to bite you harder, “I want to hear you. Don't hide from me anymore.”

He almost wasted no time letting his hands grab your hips and hoisting you up onto the desk, stray pens and pencils falling onto the floor with their own separate sounds.

Those perfect hands of his, their fingers couldn't help but slide up your thigh, pushing your perfectly steamed work skirt up, revealing the lacey underwear you swore you never wore just in case something like this would happen.

He took a glance at the pretty underwear, a slight, breathy chuckle leaving his lips, “Came prepared, I suppose? I'm getting cocky.”

He made his way down your body, curved nose tracing a straight line from your chest to your stomach, past your abdomen, and finally to the place you wanted him the most.

He glanced up at you, taking in your flushed state before tearing aside your underwear, causing you to gasp.

When he moved forward, and his tongue entered you and immediately explored your walls, there was almost no gentleness in the action, and for that, you were ecstatic, as he was used to carrying that empathy trait everywhere.

“Mngh–Fuck—Hiromi just like that, don't stop.” You panted, face burning up.

You loved the feel of him holding you, making you feel his tongue and how wet you were all over your inner thighs and pussy.

You wrapped your legs around Higuruma’s head and rocked your hips to meet his head movements.

The angle changes every now and then, with the occasional finger rubbing your clit in every motion possible—Making sure not to disrupt your upcoming orgasm with not frantic movements, but precise and rhythmic ones.

He had his delicious curved nose brushing over your clit with every push, and soon you were already chanting and whining his name as you raced toward your first orgasm in quite a while—due to stress, of course.

He looked up at you with those sexy, tired eyes of his, one eyebrow cocked up as he mumbled into your folds, “Tell me how close you are, pretty girl. Use your words.”

“Yes, yes, yes, m’so close—keep it right there–,”

A high-pitched moan and the clench of your thighs alerted Hiromi about your orgasm, but he didn't let up on his pace at all.

“You're holding up so well, you make me want to spoil you some more. How about another one?” He mumbled into you.

He thought to himself that he would get you off at least twice before he sought to think about his own release later; he always did think about you first anyway.

Higuruma may get down and dirty like a manwhore— but he was never selfish.

As your orgasm subsided in the slightest, Hiromi doubled down on his efforts, reaching deeper between your legs to roll your clit with his tongue– even sucking on it like it was his personal popsicle.

Mini spasms began to roll through your body in pleasure as Higu worked you toward your second orgasm.

He kept up his relentless movements and was now slipping his fingers into your hole at a not-so-behaved pace, a pain-pleasure duo that had you calling out your release fast once again.

And with you lying there spread out on your desk, Hiromi sped up his movements; if it was even fallible, it became slightly sloppy, signaling his notice of your near second high.

Higuruma released a grunt that could've sounded like a growl as he felt you tighten around his fingers, thighs closing around his head, and whines and groans never faltering as you finally hit where you needed to be.

As his movements slowed and came to a halt, he moved up, legs a little sore (worth it) as well, and then, leaning forward, he kissed you and your flushed state, both of you out of breath.

He rested his forehead against your shoulder and peppered soft kisses along your soft and warm skin.

The room was still spinning in a quiet, heavy way as if reality hadn’t fully caught up to you both yet.

Higuruma didn’t move right away. Neither did you.

His forehead stayed pressed near your shoulder for a second longer than it probably should’ve, breath slow but still uneven, like he was forcing himself back into something resembling control.

But his hands didn't dare let go of you.

One stayed at your waist, firm but no longer urgent and greedy. The other traced small, absent motions like he was checking you were still there under his fingertips.

“…You’re trouble for me,” he muttered finally, voice low and rough in a way you weren’t used to hearing from him.

You laughed a bit, turning your head to look at him properly, “…Tell me you’re not going to regret this tomorrow.”

You swallowed, fingers still lightly curled in his shirt, before hearing him speak firmly. “I won’t.”

You spoke again, needing him to be sure, “…Will you?”

His gaze held yours, honest in a way that felt almost unfair to you.

“No,” he said. “…I think I’ve been done pretending for a while.”

The office lights flickered slightly overhead. And the city outside kept moving as if nothing had changed—But inside that room, something had already crossed a line it wasn’t going back over.

Higuruma leaned back just enough to look at you again—still close and right there—but different now.

“…We should probably fix this mess,” he muttered, nodding faintly at the scattered files on the floor.

You glanced down, giggling a bit, then back up at him.

“…Yeah,” you said.

A pause.

“Hm… maybe later.”

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[torumaii]

i lurk :<

I’m always lurking actually harharhar

Hi lovey how are you doing c: ?

Love you lotz (≖⩊≖)