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I loveeeeee chocolate (and choso)

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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ texts with husband nanami

⠀⠀⠀— fem!reader x husband!nanami, fluff with suggestive themes, bro loves his wife.

⟢ 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: hi loviesss:33 this is quite rushed m sorry.. its not my usual number of texts but i need to give u guys smth!! im really busy lately and ill only get busier but ill try to post each two days <33 LOVE U ALL THANK U FOR THE SUPPORT AND 800 FOLLOWERS!! im beyond grateful and feel sosososo loved🥹🥹

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𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝘽𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙎 ── .✦ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 .ೀ .ᐟ

underground drummer choso kamo saves you after his band's show and unintentionally starts a domino effect towards capturing your heart

cw ⋆.˚ smut, drummer!choso, female!reader, strangers to lovers, friendly banter, drinking (nothing sexual involved), reader gets harassed/attempted assault but its very mildly descriptive (more than that is v triggering so no), mild depictions of violence (choso punches the bastard and throws a drumstick at him), cho is such a sweetheart ugh, he's down bad fr, slow burnish, fluff, this actually so cute, weed smoking implied, satoru/nanami/suguru cameo because they're his bandmates, he's really just a shy hot boy ugh my baby, cute comical confession, pet names (babe, baby, love, sweetheart, reader calls him pretty boy), so much yearning, masturbation, dry humping, cho's a sexy little switch, ass slapping, teasing, oral (f&m), face sitting, squirting, cum eating, deep throating, choking, face grabbing, mating press, dirty talk, light spit play (?), praise, face fucking, multiple orgasms, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), the epilogue is so fun and silly

wc ⋆.˚ 9.3k (i went off and im not sorry at all)

a/n ⋆. i love this fic so badly so i hope y'all do too i put my whole badussy into this 😩

“i’m so sorry for cancelling last minute, y/n,” your best friend sighs apologetically on the other side of the phone.

you smile. “don’t worry about it, babe,” you reassure, “tell your mom i say hi, okay?”

“i will,” she giggles, “anyway, send me some clips from the show, yeah?”

“of course,” you promise.

“okay,” you can feel her kind smile through the speaker, “i’ve gotta run, but stay safe! start acting insane if a creep tries to talk to you!”

you laugh at her advice, which is actually very wise. “always, drive safely! love you!”

“love you, too!”

you let out a dramatic exhale as you end the call, slumping your head against the back of the couch. you aren’t mad at your best friend for bailing, her reason is completely valid– her mom suddenly got called into work for an emergency shift and needed her to watch the puppies for the night. regardless, though, you still feel disappointed. she and you have been waiting to go to this show together for months.

‘bloodhounds’ is a punk band she and you discovered and started following a little bit over a year ago and they’re finally coming to your city for a show. admittedly, you have the hots for the drummer, choso kamo, whilst your best friend simps over the lead vocalist, satoru gojo. being a fangirl is one of your biggest joys in an otherwise boring, routine adult life.

it’s packed when you arrive at the venue, and you're grateful you opted to wear your platform combat boots since you were stuck in the very back of the crowd. you hover near the bar, ordering two shots to start off the night on a high note. your skin feels warm, ironically forming goosebumps as the concert starts. 

the minute the band steps out onto the stage, you’re in awe. the venue is small enough that you can make out their faces pretty clearly from the distance you’re standing at, heart pounding wildly in your chest as you finally catch sight of choso before he takes a seat behind the drumkit.

“fuck,” you huff to yourself, “he’s so damn pretty it’s actually unfair.”

you drink a little more than intended, having been so into the show that you stopped keeping track of how many beverages you’d ordered at some point. the cool air greets you kindly as you exit the stuffy venue once the show has concluded, dragging your stumbling body towards the direction of your apartment.

at least, you think you’re going the right way. the surrounding buildings seem familiar enough.

“woah, woah,” a voice sounds beside you as two palms suddenly enclose around your shoulders, “careful there, sweetheart. you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself.”

your stomach churns and it’s not from the alcohol. your blurry eyes flicker to meet the face of a man you don’t recognize, the chilling smile on his face making your blood run cold. you take notice of the alleyway you’re now standing in with the stranger, having no concept of when you were dragged into the dark space along with him.

“w–what, who are you?” you slur, beginning to hyperventilate as you try to figure out how to make a run for it. but your body is tired from the two hours of dancing and x amount of cocktails and your grip on his wrist does nothing but falsely convince him you’re trying to make a move.

he laughs, leaning closer to your face. “i love a woman who takes initiative.”

“get off!” you yell, ducking your head before his lips can touch you. you’re writhing in his arms, tears forming in your eyes as you try to breathe. “l–let me go!”

he tsks. “quit yelling, you’re gonna draw attention.”

“i said get off–”

the man shrieks with an agonizing groan as something collides with the side of his head, him unwillingly losing his grip on you to stumble backwards from the impact. you just barely make out what looks to be a slim piece of wood– a drumstick, but you can’t tell in the nightfall– clatter on the ground a few inches away from your bodies. you hear a shuffle of footsteps from the entrance of the alleyway, head lifting to look in their direction. 

you blink profusely in an attempt to comprehend the body fast approaching you and the man, but it’s dark and you’re still drunk as hell.

“she said get off,” the voice is sharp, and surprisingly, it’s one you somewhat recognize… but, who is it?

the newly appeared man grips your assaulter by the shirt collar, sending him a swift, harsh punch to the nose before carelessly releasing him to fall to the ground. he looks at you, grabbing your wrist quickly, yet cautiously, so as to not scare you further, to pull you out of the darkness into the lit area of the sidewalk.

he lets go of your arm as soon as you’re around other people and away from the culprit, concerned eyes searching your face to check in with you. “are you okay? did he hurt you?”

your gaze meets his and you freeze; you’re close enough now that you can see exactly who it is that saved you back there, and you understand why you recognized his voice. what a wild turn of events.

“c–choso kamo?” you squeak.

his worried expression turns into a soft smile and he releases a chuckle. “that’s me,” he says, “but it doesn’t answer my question.”

you swallow hard. seeing him only inches away from you is making your heart feel like it’s going to burst out of your chest at any moment. “i–i’m fine,” you breathe, “he didn’t hurt me. you got there in time.”

“thank fuck,” he exhales in relief, “i heard commotion on my walk back to the hotel and something didn’t feel right. glad i checked.”

“thank you,” you blush, big glossy eyes full of gratitude and one too many gin and tonics staring back at him.

“don’t mention it,” his smile is warm, “do you have a ride? i can call you a cab.”

“i don’t live far from here, i can just walk!”

he looks dumbfounded by your answer. you’ve clearly forgotten what kind of state you’re in. “no way in hell,” he asserts, “you’re drunk and some asshole assaulted you five minutes ago, you think i’m gonna just let you walk home by yourself?”

your stomach flips from his tone. it’s so caring, so firm, so… so sexy. “y–you’re right, i’m sorry.”

“you have nothing to apologize for,” he assures you, “i just want to make sure you get home alright.” you nod and he passes you his phone for you to type your address into his rideshare app. he facepalms himself for doing that instead of asking you to tell him, because you’re making typos out the wazoo. he snorts, carefully prying the device from your fingertips. “on second thought, why don’t i type it in for you? i can also choose a close landmark if you’re more comfortable with that.” you shake your head and tell him your address, keeping your voice hushed enough for precaution. he glances at the estimated time of arrival once he finishes. “should be here in about ten minutes. let me buy you a water in the meantime, yeah?” he offers, tilting his head towards the corner store that sits directly behind where you’re both standing.

“thank you,” you smile, following closely behind him as you two step into the shop.

“so,” he starts while your bodies shuffle towards the refrigerators located in the back, “it sounds like you know me, but i’m not sure i know you,” he teases, referring to your outburst of calling out his name earlier. “have we met before?”

you shake your head no. “i was at your show tonight. huge fan, by the way.”

“ah,” he sings, understanding the situation, “thanks for coming. what did you think?”

“incredible,” you blurt out before your brain can catch up. he smiles in amusement at your honesty. “my best friend and i were so excited when you announced our city as a stop on the tour.”

“where is she?” he asks, curious why you were on your own, then, in such a vulnerable state, “did she leave early?”

“no,” you answer, “she had something come up last minute and couldn’t make it tonight, but i’d be damned if i missed the show just because i’d be going alone.”

“fair enough,” he grins. you two approach the checkout counter. you watch the way his hands flex– such beautiful, perfectly sculpted hands that could only be a result of his intense drum playing… and maybe something else that sits at a place in your mind you so desperately want to go to– as he pays the cashier, quickly passing the cool bottle over to you afterwards. “here,” he says.

“thank you,” you smile, and it’s one much bigger and more comfortable now that you’ve calmed down from the earlier incident and you two are a bit more acquainted. 

you sip slowly as you wait for the cab to arrive, choso leaning against the brick wall beside you outside as the spring breeze kisses his skin. his attention flickers to you for a moment, the wind hitting your hair in such a pretty way that his breath hitches in his throat.

“what’s your name,” he asks, pushing his thoughts aside, “if you don’t mind me asking?”

just as the cab pulls up, you respond, “y/n,” and his heart stops. a beautiful name for a beautiful woman is only fitting. “thanks for this,” you lift the water bottle up in the air towards him before screwing the cap back on, “and for helping me earlier. you saved my life back there.”

“not a problem at all,” he swallows hard, because he realizes you’re about to slip away from him without him ever knowing anything else about you and it pains him. 

but, your next gesture may just so happen to be his ticket to seeing you again. you’re digging into your purse and pulling out a tiny notebook and pen. “here,” you smile, ripping a page out with something scribbled on it and handing it over to him. it was surprisingly legible. “my number. let me repay you for tonight sometime, okay?”

he found it charming that you didn’t just ask to see his phone and input it in there, or have you tell it to him so he could do it himself, instead of going the old school route. maybe you just preferred handwritten exchanges of contact information. "you don't have to–"

"i want to," you insist.

he smiles, "okay, then. i'll send you a text right after you get into the cab so you can save my number.”

“great,” you bite your lip and choso– almost– visibly freezes. “you get home– well, to the hotel– safely, too, okay?” you’re halfway into the backseat as you wave goodbye to him. “thank you again!” you shout as you pull the door shut.

choso stands there, staring at the curb where the cab was parked just moments ago before glancing at the piece of paper still resting in his hands. he smiles with a small chuckle, fishing for his phone to add your contact.

choso: get in okay? this is choso

your text comes in about fifteen minutes later as he comfortably plops down on the armchair back in his hotel room.

you: idid thankljl so muuch!!32 you: sorry, still drfnk haha

choso laughs at your mistyped texts, heart settling with the knowledge that you were safe and sound.

choso: sleep well, y/n. call me if you need a friend to eat a greasy hangover breakfast with

he feels stupid for suggesting that. sure, he’s in your city for the rest of the week to do some band interviews, but he can’t help feeling like sending that text was a mistake. he sounds like a goddamn simp. he’s known you for less than an hour. 

“ah, shit,” he groans, throwing his head back dramatically. “i’m a mess already.”

you stare horrified at your phone the second you unlock it the next morning– or, rather, 2 pm– just a few minutes after you wake up. the most recent text chain is fully displayed on the screen.

you hadn’t saved the contact yet given you were drunk as fuck, but seeing ‘this is choso’ in the first text makes your heart explode. and then it only gets worse as you read your sent messages full of typos and his mentioning of grabbing breakfast together.

“what the fuck?” you huff out, feeling like you’re dreaming. when did you exchange numbers with choso fucking kamo from your favourite band?

the memories are blurry, so you wind up panicking and sending him an apology text asking for an explanation of the previous night's events.

you: hi, choso! im so sorry, i don’t remember much from last night at all.. how did i get your number? was i weird? oh god i hope i wasn’t fucking weird.

choso’s laughing on the other end, biting into his pasta lunch as he reads your message. his bandmate, satoru, sits across from him, narrowing his eyes at his apparent giddiness.

“the fuck is wrong with you?” he asks suspiciously.

choso stills for a moment, flickering his attention to his friend, then blushes. “nothing.”

“...okay.”

choso clears his throat awkwardly, choosing to ignore satoru still burning holes into his head as he replies to your message.

choso: hey, y/n. i get it, you were pretty out of it. some asshole tried to hurt you and i beat his ass. bought you some water and waited with you until the cab came. you weren’t weird at all. you said you wanted to repay me for helping you so we exchanged numbers.

you exhale a sigh of relief, heart settling– but only a little bit, because you were still, apparently, in cahoots with your crush. and you’re the one that initiated it.

you: shit, that’s good to know. would hate to make a fool out of myself in front of you haha. anyway, um, yeah i have no idea how to repay you but i definitely feel like i want to and should. choso: we can go off of my breakfast idea, if you want. dinner tonight at 7? if you’re up for it. not sure how out of commission you are as we speak lol

your stomach flips and you take a deep breath to calm yourself down. “it’s not that serious, y/n, it’s just a thank you,” you speak to yourself in an attempt to ease the nerves.

you: i’m feeling okay tbh, tonight works great!  choso: awesome, any recommendations? this is your side of town, after all. you: [map location] i fucking love this spot choso: perfect

for the next few hours, you can hardly focus on anything else. that’s to be expected. and what the fuck are you supposed to wear on a ‘date’ with the hottest drummer to ever grace the earth? jesus christ.

eventually, you settle on a nice blouse and jeans. the restaurant is casual dining, and you don’t want to come off like you’re reading way too much into this– part of you is, in all honesty– so it seems like the best option.

choso’s already waiting outside of the restaurant when you arrive, hands stuffed into his pockets and leaning against the brick wall. he’s wearing his hair down, a look much different than his usual on-stage persona, and fuck, it’s doing things to you that you’ll have to try your damnest to ignore the entire evening in order to interact with him like a normal person.

“hey,” he greets you, pushing himself away from the wall as you approach him, “okay getting here?”

you nod. “train was a bit delayed, but what else is new?”

“ah, good old public transit,” he jokes.

you laugh, stepping past him into the restaurant as he holds the door open for you. despite your nervousness, being alone with him feels natural. your reservations are long gone by the time the appetizers arrive, and you’re yapping about a plethora of topics together such as how many siblings you both have and discussing the latest conspiracy theories.

“you’re a lot of fun, y/n,” choso compliments as he finishes his main dish. “i’m really glad we did this. not so fond of how it came about, i obviously would have loved to have met you under better circumstances, but,” he smiles and your heart flutters, “i’m happy we did.”

your cheeks are warm, eyes flickering bashfully to your lap. “yeah,” you hum, “me, too.”

choso rides the train with you to take you home after dinner. his lack of understanding of your city’s transportation system makes you laugh, because he’s trying to act all big and protective by taking initiative, but has no idea what the fuck he’s doing.

“cute,” you think silently, observing him focusing on the map, brows furrowed and deeply in thought. “choso,” you call him a moment later, smiling, “just follow my lead.”

he sighs in defeat, but chuckles, knowing full well it makes the most sense. a few bumps during the ride causes his chest to slam into yours, him catching himself from pushing you too hard against the doors. 

he tilts his head to look at you, whispering “you okay?” but you’re definitely not. his palm rests beside your head, the other still gripping onto the railing above you and he’s so fucking close.

“y–yeah,” you swallow. you’re hoping he doesn’t notice.

he keeps a safe distance from you the whole walk to your apartment complex. given how he found you, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable unintentionally.

“thank you for tonight,” you smile sweetly as you begin to walk up the stairs towards the lobby entrance, “how long are you in town for?”

“three more days, but we’ll be back in a few months for some more interviews and such.”

your stomach sinks. you knew full well he wouldn’t be around forever, but it still feels like a punch to the gut to hear him say it. 

“ah,” you reply, “well, maybe we can meet up again when you’re back in town?”

his smile is kind, but sad. he, like you, felt the impact of you two parting soon. “i’d like that.”

“keep in touch until then,” you say, heart pounding violently as you reach out to brush his shoulder in a friendly manner. you keep it there a beat too long.

choso’s pulse quickens at your touch, skin searing hot underneath your fingertips. “yeah,” he nods, smiling softly, “of course.”

“goodnight, choso.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

satoru’s sitting on the edge of his bed when choso enters the hotel room later, arms and legs crossed with a smirk plastered on his face. “and just where the hell have you been?”

“just… exploring the city.” 

“hm, with y/n?”

choso’s eyes widen, head whipping in his friend’s direction faster than the speed of light. “how did you–”

“saw the name pop up on your screen earlier when you were showering. thought maybe it was your mom or something.” he still looks smug, biting his lip in amusement. “i fucking knew it was a girl.”

choso scoffs. “you don’t know shit.”

“oh ho ho,” saturo laughs, “fiesty.” choso rolls his eyes. “anyway, is she nice?”

choso doesn’t want to be having this conversation. satoru is a nice guy, sure, but he’s a menace. choso knows that if he gives him any amount of information, he’ll never let him hear the end of it.

but, when choso looks at satoru again, he notices a glint in his eyes that seems genuine unlike other instances.

so, his heart melts in that moment and he opens up to him. just a tad. “yeah,” his smile is gentle, “she’s really great.”

satoru’s heart pangs briefly. for as long as he’s known choso, he’s known him to be someone who falls hard and fast. he’s witnessed his heart being broken one too many times to just let this newfound romantic interest slide past him so easily, but despite his usual antics, he decides not to pry too far this time. just… enough to show some brotherly concern and love. 

“i’m happy for you, man,” he says, “just be careful, okay? i don’t want to see you getting hurt again.”

“i know.” choso swallows.

“good.”

choso: i miss you so fucking much [image attached]

choso’s pouty selfie warms your heart as you finish scrambling your eggs, facetiming him right after you sit down to eat breakfast. 

“hey, cho,” you greet, “i miss you more.”

“not possible,” choso scoffs, “i will die on that hill.”

you laugh, taking a bite of your food. he just stares at you, amber eyes full of deep affection and yearning– it makes you fall in love even more with the man on your screen.

except, you aren’t official yet. no matter how much you two act like a couple, neither of you have brought it up for discussion. it’s almost as if your career differences and the long distance keeps you two stagnant, and you just pretend like everything is fine as it is. ignorance is bliss, as they say.

or so you think. but really, it eats at you every damn day that he doesn’t live closer, that he’s only in your city on occasion, that you communicate primarily through a screen. you stayed in touch with each other like you promised after you two met a few months ago, and things just unraveled organically from there. the mutual attraction was obvious.

it was hard to read the other, though. neither of you could quite figure out what the other was scared of, what was holding them back from taking the next step.

the last time you two met up was for a few drinks after one of his band’s interviews back in your city, just like he mentioned before you two parted ways the night you met. 

it was perfect, everything about it. he kissed your cheek goodnight then and the feeling still lingers, skin tingling as if it permanently tattooed you.

ever since then, the desire for more has just kept growing. more time, more effort, more touch– more, more, more. you can’t just have a small piece of choso and be satisfied. your heart needed him much deeper than that. 

“i was thinking,” you started, “maybe i could fly out to see you?”

choso’s breath hitches in his throat. you wanted to fly across the entire fucking globe to visit him? “y–yeah? you want to come to tokyo?”

you smile. “i’ve always wanted to visit japan, and now i have more of a reason to.” maybe you were stupid to suggest such a thing when he’s not even your boyfriend…  

but fuck it.

his face is redder than the crimson shirt you’re currently wearing. “fuck, i’d really love that. wanna show you around my city.”

“then it’s settled,” you beam, “does sometime next month work?”

“fuck yeah it does.”

tokyo reminds you a lot of home when you first step foot into the bustling atmosphere; everyone is on the move, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of nearby taiyaki stalls– your favourite dessert that, though you fail every time, you make for yourself at home quite often. 

“y/n!” choso’s voice slices through the crowd chatter, your head instantly whipping around to see him standing near the entrance of the subway. “oh my god,” he smiles wide, jogging over towards you. he pulls you into a hug immediately, hands curling into your hair as he cups the back of your head. you nuzzle your chin into his shoulder as he does the same to you. “fuck, i’m so glad you’re here. like, you’re really here. in my fucking city.”

“that i am,” you giggle as you break apart from one another. 

he’s this fucking close to kissing you. but he doesn’t. he grins at you, taking one of your suitcases into his hand so he can help you transport your luggage with ease. the train is, fortunately, not too crowded this time of day.

his apartment is beautiful. it has almost a gothic vibe to it, but modernized. it’s very befitting for his personality. 

“i have to head to the studio for a few hours, but feel free to make yourself at home, help yourself to anything in the fridge, all that jazz.” he parks your suitcase against the wall. “the rest of the week i’m all yours.”

you're exhausted from your flight, but you want to see him in action behind the scenes. this is your only opportunity since he took off for the duration of your visit. “can i come along?” you ask.

his heart jumps excitedly, but he’s a bit hesitant. “are you sure? you just got here. you’re probably tired.”

“i am,” you agree, “but i wanna see you hard at work.” you bite your lip flirtatiously and choso nearly faints. “is that okay?”

“yeah,” he exhales like he hasn’t breathed in a millenia, “of course it’s okay.”

the studio smells faintly of weed mixed with coffee, which, not to be stereotypical, but, you sort of expected from a band. 

you’re slapped in the face with reality when you realize the rest of the members are right in front of you, in the flesh. sure, choso told you he had mentioned you to them before and showed them pictures, so they’re aware of your existence, but you hadn’t actually met any of them yet. 

“woah, y/n’s here!” satoru sings from the mixing booth, standing up from the chair abruptly to come greet you. “i’m satoru, but you probably knew that already. cho here mentioned you’re a fan,” he teases and you blush, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“likewise.” you grin kindly.

the bassist, kento nanami, and lead guitarist, suguru geto, emerge from the recording booth, all smiles with a hint of mischief as they introduce themselves.

“kento,” nanami shakes your hand, “welcome to tokyo.”

“happy to be here!”

“i'm suguru," geto bows to you politely, "safe flight?” you nod. “good to hear. i hope you enjoy your stay.”

you soon settle on the couch behind the mixing station, wrapping your arms around your knees as you bring them up to rest against your chest. the boys get into work mode, chatting about some music terms you recognize– others you don’t– sorting through what they want to work on during the session. 

your time in the studio is… soothing. which is ironic, considering they make punk music. but, it seems that they are working on some slower, exploratory tracks this time around. the lyrics and intention maintained punk, though the instrumental screamed ballad.

choso’s recording background vocals and your stomach does a thousand somersaults. you’ve heard him a million times whilst listening through their tracks on spotify, but live is on a whole different level; unfortunately, you were too drunk to remember much of their concert when you attended earlier in the year, so this is kind of your first time hearing them live. there’s something so intimate and captivating about experiencing it in the tiny, warm space of the studio. you can just sense the love between the four boys for each other and what they do. it’s truly a beautiful thing to witness.

“damn, were we that boring?” satoru teases. your eyes shoot wide open and you see him standing over you. the others are packing up their belongings.

you don’t even know when you’d drifted off. “oh, shit,” you chuckle, “i didn’t realize i fell asleep. the guitar riffs were very calming.”

“mhm, sure,” he jokes.

you roll your eyes playfully.

“you ready, babe?” choso calls out to you, and not only you, but everyone else freezes in place.

“babe?” suguru repeats, crossing his arm with a smirk. he looks at choso, “you moved into using pet names with each other and didn't tell us?”

your face is burning and your eyes flicker elsewhere. choso has never called you 'babe' before. this is the first time, and in front of all of his bandmates didn’t make it any less daunting.

“no!" choso denies, "oh, fuck,” he looks horrified, “i–i wasn’t even thinking, it just slipped out–”

when you start giggling, his statement drifts off. “it’s okay, cho,” you smile, heart thumping tirelessly against your ribcage, “i don’t mind.”

“oh, how romantic,” satoru sighs dramatically, “it’s disgusting.”

everyone bursts out laughing– even kento, who seems the most reserved of the four– as the five of you exit the studio together.

choso’s a bit quiet on the trip back to his apartment with you. a few times, his fingers accidentally brush against yours at his side and it feels electric. you want to ask him to hold your hand, but still, you’re a bit reluctant.

“hey,” choso’s voice is low, and there’s a hint of uncertainty, “i’m sorry for back there… you know, for calling you ‘babe’. i know you said it’s fine, but i should have been more mindful. we’ve never– never talked about calling each other nicknames like that.”

you smile at his apology. he’s always so gentle and considerate, it melts your heart a thousand times over each time he’s this way with you. “it’s okay, really,” you reassure, “if i’m being honest… i liked it.” you swallow hard, pointing your face towards the ground. your little confession of feelings weighs in your chest too much in that moment.

“yeah?” he squeaks, “that’s good, then.”

then, you notice it. the pressure rising deep within your bones begging you to say more. to tell him how you really feel. “can you….” you start, taking a deep breath, “can you keep calling me that? and maybe other similar terms, too?”

“o–oh,” choso exhales, heart nearly about to explode. he can’t believe this is happening. “yeah– yeah, i can do that… um, w–what else do you like?”

you pause to think. “baby, love… i don’t know, really. i think i’d like anything if it's coming from you.” 

your smile is so fucking beautiful that choso is seriously near ready to pass out. he actually ends up having to pause his walk beside you for a moment because he can hardly breathe. you panic at first, but he holds his hand up to assure you he’s fine. “cho, are you—”

“i’m good, i’m good,” he sighs, “i just– fuck, i’m feeling a lot of intense feelings right now. not in a negative way, just…. hah, what am i even saying?” he starts laughing nervously and rambling, “i just– god, i really fucking like you, y/n.” this isn’t how he planned his confession to go, but life never goes according to plan, does it? “i’ve been feeling this way for a while and i just– i just freaked myself out and didn’t say anything. i don’t know, i guess i was scared or something. fuck, i’m just rambling now, i’m sorry.” he laughs at himself then shuts up.

your stomach twists into knots and your skin tingles with warmth. he likes you.

choso kamo.

choso fucking kamo likes you.

“oh my god,” your mouth moves before your brain can catch up, “i–i’ve been waiting to hear you say that. fuck, i feel exactly the same, cho,” you’re a bit breathless from your excitement, smile so big, bright, and delighted. “i like you so fucking much, i don’t think you have any idea how much.”

choso whimpers. whimpers. “oh, thank god,” he exhales, “for a second I convinced myself you’d reject me.”

you step closer to him, and then you reach out your hand, touching his intentionally this time. his eyes flicker to your face, then down to where your fingers rest on him.

“can i… hold your hand?” you ask, tilting your head along with your question.

you’re so cute that he wants to die. “fuck, yeah,” he huffs eagerly, “please.”

despite being two adults in your twenties, you both feel like teenagers falling in love for the first time. when you part ways from each other for your designated bedrooms back in the apartment, choso leans in to kiss your cheek like he’d done before the last time you were together.

but, you have other plans.

“cho,” you whisper. his chest aches. “i want you to kiss me for real. only i–if you want–”

he grabs your face and slams his lips onto yours, your back smacking against the closed door to the guest room from the intensity. you melt immediately, arms wrapping around his body and mindlessly pulling at his shirt. he moans when your tongue swipes across his and his hands drop down to your waist.

he pulls away breathlessly, resting his temple against yours. “fuck,” he gasps, “i–i need to stop before i do too much.”

“i don’t mind.”

“but i do,” he smiles apologetically. “trust me, i really want to take things further i just– i just know i’m going to guilt trip myself into thinking i used you since we only just told each other our feelings. we haven’t even made anything official yet…”

your heart melts. how did you get so lucky, falling in love with a man so kind and respectful as him? “i’ll wait as long as you need to, babe,” his chest palpitates from the nickname, “just know that i’m ready whenever you are.”

he kisses you again, softly this time, before bidding you goodnight. “rest well, y/n,” he hums. his raspy voice makes you shiver. 

“you too, cho.”

unfortunately, for both of you, you toss and turn for hours, thoughts running wild with what could have happened if he’d kissed you for longer, if he’d invited you inside his room, or vice versa.

and, unbeknownst to either of you, you both came into your own hands that night, in the tense silence to those dirty, helpless thoughts. 

and it’s not the first time.

choso can’t do it.

well, he is doing it, but it’s nearly impossible for him to keep it together.

living in close quarters with you for the week with innocent run-ins when you’re dressed in tiny pajama shorts, yawning and shuffling lazily into the kitchen whilst he’s preparing breakfast in the mornings is rapidly making his patience run out. 

he feels ridiculous. it was his decision, anyway, to take things slow. you, on the other hand– to put it bluntly– are open 24-hours. he just has to tell you when he wants it. 

he didn’t mean to give in thursday night, but the slit of your navy blue dress kept riding excruciatingly high up your leg as he sat across from you at dinner, hands undetectably trembling around his water glass. you were ranting about an upcoming project at work you truly didn’t give two shits about, and all he could focus on was your exposed thigh. just a little more and…

“fuck,” he croaks, then immediately turns red out of embarrassment for his sudden uncontrolled outburst.

you freeze, words halting in your mouth as it stays open slack, lifting a brow in confusion. “everything okay? are you hot? your face looks like a beet.”

“i–i’m fine,” he clears his throat awkwardly. you just blink at him as he chugs his ice water, eyes flickering everywhere else but you. you notice, but don't say anything. “anyway, what were you saying?”

by the time you arrive back at his apartment after the date, you're full of suspicion, arms crossed as you watch him silently take off his shoes and jacket then start walking straight towards his bedroom.

“wait a second,” you stop him as he pauses abruptly and stands in the doorway. your body sways in his direction, “what’s up with you? you’ve been weird all night.”

“s–sorry,” he squeaks.

“i don’t want an apology, just an explanation,” you assert, but you’re smiling softly. “what happened? did i do something?”

“no,” he answers quickly, “you didn’t do anything, i’m the one that did.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

his pupils are practically stretched out to the size of his irises when you meet his eyes, lips parted with a faint, ragged form of breathing. 

“cho?” you call him softly.

he doesn’t say anything. instead, he grabs your head and kisses you hard, turning your bodies around as he pushes you towards his bed. the back of your thighs hit the mattress and you giggle as he topples over you, your palms squeezing his sides as your tongues swirl hungrily around each other.

“you’re. driving. me. crazy,” he huffs between desperate kisses, “i can’t keep holding back, i need you.” you gasp as his tongue slides across your throat. “i want you. all of you,” he sinks his teeth into your pulse point and you whimper, “be my girlfriend. move in with me. marry me. fuck.”

you moans mix with laughter as you push him off of you slightly so you can look at him. “marriage already? you love me that much?” you tease.

“yeah, maybe its too soon for all that,” he chuckles, “but everything else? be mine and come to tokyo. i swear to god i’ll make sure every day of your life is happy so it’s worthwhile.”

your cheeks sear and your heart races. god, he really fucking loves you. there isn’t a single doubt in your mind that he cherishes you with every corner of his heart. 

“okay,” you smile, hands grazing the nape of his neck as you move them upwards to lightly massage his scalp. “i’ll be your girlfriend and i’ll move to tokyo.”

“seriously?” he asks, shocked you agreed without hesitancy.

“seriously,” you smile, lifting your head up to kiss him again. “i need a change of pace, anyway. and you being here makes the decision easy.”

“what about your family? friends?”

you shrug. “i’m not close to my family, if i’m being honest. my friends, on the other hand? they’d be thrilled to have a reason to regularly visit japan.”

he sighs in relief, throwing his head forward. “fuck,” he says, “okay, yeah– yeah, we’re really doing this.”

“we are,” you thrum. your lids drop low and lips tug slyly at the corners. “we’ll talk about this more before i fly home sunday. but, for now, just focus on this moment and fuck me, choso kamo.”

he groans, instantly attaching his lips to yours again as he lifts you without breaking the kiss to move you to the center of the bed. his tongue is hot and wet as his mouth moves against yours messily, hands grazing every inch of his body he can reach. he trails his fingertips up the outsides of your thighs, squeezing the plush skin as he pulls your hips up to grind against his clothed bulge.

“s–shit,” he hisses, so sensitive and strained. he does it a second time, then a third, the sweet whines dripping off your tongue making his cock twitch in his jeans. “d–don’t make those sounds, i’ll literally come too soon–”

you shut him up with a searing, ravenous kiss, tongue sliding temptingly across his bottom lip and he whimpers. you sit up and push his shoulders down, taking control as you straddle on top of him.

he stares up at you, dazed with drool forming at the corners of his mouth. “oh. fuck,” he huffs, palms running up and down your sides as he squeezes the curves of your waist with each stutter of his hips into yours. “you gonna top me? shit, that’s so hot.”

your smile is cunning as you stare him dead in the eyes, helping him remove his shirt before teasingly unzipping your dress and pulling it up over your head. all that you’re left in is your matching colour set of royal blue lingerie, tits and pussy provoking him from behind the thin material. he gulps as you unclip your bra, allowing it to fall down your arms slowly and deliberately before tossing it aside. you bite your lip as you lower your lids, leaning forward to press your perky breasts against his bare chest. he inhales sharply, hands instantly moving to rest on your back as he keeps you there, relishing in the warmth of skin to skin contact. you slide your tongue along his collarbone as your nipples glide across his chest; you can hear his breath growing shallower by the second.

“f–fuck,” he huffs, palms sliding down your spine until he reaches your ass. he snakes them beneath your panties to give your a cheeks a hard squeeze, then brings them up to send back down with a smack. you moan and his dick jumps against your stomach. “you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he grits his teeth, pulling you down harder against his body. he groans from the friction of his fat cock rubbing against your stomach. you carefully calculate your hums of pleasure into his ear as you continue to suck marks into his skin. you want him to lose it. 

“feels good, baby?” you purr, biting down into his shoulder and his throat cracks.

“yeah, shit–,” he breathes, “need to feel you more. fuck.” he grabs your hips with resolve, forcing you up to his face as he pushes your panties aside desperately, instantly shoving his tongue into your honeyed cunt. you cry out, one hand grabbing the mattress for balance whilst the other curls into his strands. “holy fuck,” he growls, eyes rolling violently, “you taste so fucking good, jesus christ.”

“shit, cho,” you moan, thrusting pathetically against his mouth, “j–just like that, oh, fuck!”

he’s slurping and sucking at your pussy like he hasn’t eaten in decades, hands alternating between massaging the back of your thighs and soft slaps on your ass. you're moving quickly now, whines growing louder as you sense the coil in your stomach about to snap. 

“fuck– ah, ah– i’m gonna c–come–” you gasp, baring all of your weight down onto his tongue as you release an ungodly sound deep from within your chest, hot spurts of cum gushing out of you and pouring into his mouth. he’s whining like a bitch in heat as he drinks you up with slow, long stripes from your dripping hole up to cup your clit repeatedly, nails digging into your ass like he doesn’t want you to ever leave the position you’re in. “oh my god,” you whimper, body collapsing above his head. 

he releases you with a final, greedy slurp, sliding your body back down his to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself. you groan into his mouth, grinding your wet folds against his still covered bulge as his tongue greets the back of your throat. you sneak a hand between your bodies to reach his zipper, undoing it with you as you begin to crawl down his torso. his throat grows tight when your mouth hovers just above his hidden cock; he can practically feel your breath through the material.

“f–fuck,” his voice comes out strained and raspy, “wanna suck me off, baby?”

“mhmm,” you hum, eyes so big and begging. his heart is about to explode. “gonna make you feel so good, cho.” you release his fat cock from its confinement, teasingly sliding your thumb across the leaky, white beaded slit while you keep steady eye contact. his face twitches and you smirk. “it’s so pretty, love,” you coo. he looks so pathetic it makes your stomach twist ecstatically. “‘m gonna make you come down my throat, pretty boy.”

he chokes out a loud groan when you finally wrap your mouth around him, hands instantly moving to grip the back of your head as you steadily bob up and down his angry base. his hips sputter up and hit your throat every time your teeth grazes his sensitive, bulbous tip, soft whines escaping his mouth.

“f–fuck– oh, god– you’re so good at this, baby,” he huffs, guiding you against his cock without being too mean about it, “such a good girl. my good fucking girl.”

as his breathing begins to grow louder and shorter, it only taunts you to move faster. you can feel his thighs shaking against your palms as you hold him there, slurping so filthily along his length.

“i’m so fucking– ngh– close–,” his thrusts turn quicker and more erratic, dick pulsing against the insides of your cheeks with each diabolical choke from his tip hitting the back of your throat. he bites his lip in an attempt to hold back his sounds, but it’s useless. he’s fucking your mouth harder now, moans spilling out uncontrollably as he releases thick, hot ropes of cum down your throat. “fuck, fuck!” he cries, riding out his high with deep, desperate drives against your tongue. “you’re so good to me, s–shit!”

you both steadily come to a still, you releasing him with a loud, satisfied hum and pop, peering up at him from below with a sultry, proud look on your face. he glances down at you through fluttering lids, lips parted and cheeks vibrantly flushed as he just stares at your beautiful, sinful face. so wrecked, so happy, so greedy.

“your mouth looks so fucking pretty ruined like that,” his voice is low and shaky, “need to wreck you even more.”

“do you now?” you tease, lifting a hand to stroke his cock that’s already becoming hard again. “careful,” he clenches his jaw and hisses at the contact, “i have high expectations from you, choso kamo.”

your eyes shoot wide open as he instantly has you flat on your back again, legs thrown over his shoulders and a hand wrapped around your neck not squeezing too much yet. his other grazes from your navel up through the dip between your breasts and finally finishes on your lips. he slowly swipes his thumb across them, poking it through the opening a bit to wet the tip and smear your saliva across the puffy, slightly chapped skin with a sinister smile plastered on his face. 

“be careful what you wish for.” he hums, low and dark. you’re shivering with excitement. 

he starts steady as he slides into your sopping cunt, but once your throat cracks into the most gorgeous moan, he snaps his hips down with full force to bottom you out. you choke, instantly gripping his biceps for leverage as he teases his pace. he keeps slowing down, only to smirk like an arrogant little freak when you start to whine uncontrollably and thrusts his thick cock deep into your stomach repeatedly. 

“f–fuck, cho!” you sob, hair disheveled and a mess as you squirm your head against the pillow, “you’re so. fucking. g–good!”

“mm’yeah?” he grits, tightening around your throat a bit more whilst his nails dig into your waist, “you like the way i’m wrecking this sweet little cunt of yours?”

“shit– ngh– y-yes! fuck!”

he chuckles, releasing a deep, ragged moan as his head tilts backwards in bliss. you’re clenching around his length over and over again and he’s already about to fall apart. “fuck, just like that,” he pistons into you brutally as your whimpers soak the atmosphere, “get fucking loud for me, sweetheart.”

you choke ecstatically as he claims your throat with his broad hand, hips lifting to meet him desperately as his cock slides across your pleasure point with each intentional thrust. his hand moves from your waist to circle your clit, a loud cry escaping your chest as he presses into you firmly.

“ah– ah– fuck!” you whine, eyes rolling backwards with each relentless rub, arms flailing aimlessly at your slides as you near your peak. “i’m– so c–close– shit, shit!”

“c’mon, baby,” choso grits his teeth, filling you up mercilessly as he succumbs to the way you look beneath him; you're squirming, clenching your jaw, and can’t keep your eyes still as your arousal increases around him. he sense you’re about to come. “fuck, give it to me,” he demands, slightly repositions his hand so it’s not only grabbing your throat, but also your chin possesively, “wanna see this pretty cunt squirt on my dick, baby, show me how fucking nasty you are.”

with a final cry, you spill out your sweet nectar onto his fat cock, convulsing in his hold as he fucks you through it by lifting your body up and sitting you down on top of him, gripping your hips aggressively as he drives into you and guides your hips with an unforgiving pace.

“f–fuck, b–baby–y,” you gasp, drooling against his collarbone as you fold over him, allowing his body to do the work to ride you through the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.

choso’s whimpering, hips stuttering into you as your cum drips down the sides of his base and coats his thighs. he bites his lip and releases a loud growl, pulling out of you just in time to give him the opportunity to say “open your mouth, baby,” and for you to oblige as he pushes your shoulders down towards his leaky tip. his breaths leave his lips unevenly as he comes down your throat, watching as you roll your eyes and hum around his length to swallow all of it. “holy fucking shit,” he grunts, “you’re perfect. too damn perfect.”

you let him go with a slow lick and pop, rubbing your glistening lips along his wet, pulsing cock teasingly. he’s staring at you, eyes glassy and so fucking needy as you act all naughty, cute ass pointed upwards high in the air and continuously making the nastiest sounds against him.

“christ, y/n,” he breathes, one hand lifting to cup your jaw as he slides his thumb across your cheekbone, “you’re– just fucking wow.”

you giggle, crawling up to kiss him. he melts into you immediately, wrapping his muscular arms around your back as he keeps you closely pressed against his chest. 

“i love you,” you mutter softly, pulling back for a moment to smile down at him.

his cheeks are now flushed not only from the sex workout, but your three special words. “i love you, too.” he smiles back, “fuck, i’m so glad you’re here, that you’re finally mine.”

now, your own cheeks turn a brighter shade of red than they were already. “i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

epilogue

“morning, choseph,” you hum, entering the living room to join choso on the couch once you finished getting dressed after a shower.

he chokes on his coffee with laughter whilst satoru– who you didn’t even notice was sitting at the dining room table a few feet away– screeches so hard he nearly falls out of the chair.

“fucking– choseph?” he’s cackling, trying to catch his breath as his body slides down in the seat dramatically. “cho, your girlfriend is the funniest person i’ve ever met in my life. thank you for dating her so i can have constant comedy.”

“i try my best over here,” you chuckle, nuzzling into choso’s side as he places his mug down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around you. 

“you’re something else,” he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “i kind of like choseph, it’s got a nice ring to it. think we should name our future kid that?”

you snort and slap his arm playfully. “hell fucking no! they’ll get made fun of for life!”

choso lays his head atop yours with a giggle. “you have a point.”

you love saturday mornings like this. ever since you relocated to tokyo to live with choso, it has been nothing but pleasant. admittedly, it was a big risk, but it turned out perfectly.

“what time is y/f/n getting here, again?” choso asks, turning his attention away from the tv for a moment.

“hm, she said she landed about twenty minutes ago, so probably within an hour or two.” you answer.

satoru’s brow is raised from the table out of curiosity. “she’s coming here? today?”

“yeah,” you reply, “why? think she’s hot? that why you’re over at our apartment this morning? waiting for your queen to arrive?” your arms are crossed as you interrogate him smugly. 

his face turns a dark shade of red. “n–no!”

you smirk as you squint your eyes at him. “riiiiiight.”

choso rolls his eyes with a tsk. “you show that man one picture and he’s already in love.”

“well, he’s not that much different from you,” you tease him, “you talked to me for ten minutes and instantly knew i was the one somehow.”

he scoffs, “says the one who was simping over a random man for a few years because he was ‘sexy’ and played the drums well,” but he’s laughing and his heart is fluttering. “just dig deeper with the insults, why don’t you?”

you stick out your tongue playfully, then peck his cheek. “who would i be if not unserious?”

satoru is noticeably freaking out for the rest of the morning until your best friend arrives, pacing around the kitchen and muttering to himself. when there’s finally a knock at the front door, he jolts with a squeak.

“he’s gone crazy,” you whisper to choso with a low giggle before standing up to open the door and let her inside.

satoru’s knees turn to jelly when she steps into the apartment, throwing her arms around your neck as she carelessly tosses her bags excitedly onto the floor. 

“y/n!” she squeals, “it’s so good to see and hug you again after all these months.”

“likewise,” you smile, kissing her cheek. “welcome to the chouse.”

satoru’s nerves completely disappear when he starts howling loudly, leaning over the counter with his arms gripping the marble surface for balance. “fucking christ, y/n,” he tries to breathe. “enough with the puns, you’re killing me.”

choso’s laughing as he stands up from the couch to join the three of you near the door. “hey, y/f/n, it’s lovely to finally meet you in person,” he smiles, offering her a friendly hug.

“same here,” she grins, “y/n has told me so many good things about you.”

“i’d hope so.”

satoru’s now standing closer to you three, reaching his hand out for a friendly handshake. “satoru,” he smiles, “it’s a pleasure to meet you–”

“what the fuck?” your friends gasps, staring at him blankly. it finally clicks in her brain just who she is talking to. 

satoru looks terrified. “shit– did i already fuck up somehow? oh god–”

“no, no!” she reassures him, laughing nervously, “i just didn’t realize satoru fucking gojo was here.”

his expression warps into something a bit sly, though it still maintains his shock from how beautiful your best friend is. “oh? you know me?” he already knows the answer to that, but wants to tease her anyway. he is unaware that she has a crush on him. all you told him was that she also happened to be a fan of his band.

“hell yeah, i do,” she huffs, “y/n’s the reason i got into your band in the first place. and,” she turns shy, “you’re sort of the main thing that’s kept me there…”

satoru’s turning to you now, squinting his eyes as his jaw falls slightly slack.

your gaze darts away from him as you admit, “i maaaay have forgotten to mention that you’re her favourite,” whilst biting your lip nervously.

he tsks, but he’s blushing. “ya think?”

tags: @stqrgumi @louddinosaursblog @love-d-luxe @gojopolo @ogfreakyyearner

[fushiriaa]

bf!yuji who purrs when his hair gets scratched? (๑•᎑•๑)

everynight somehow always ends up like this. with yuji in your arms, murmuring about how tired he is and how much he has missed you.

the first time you hear it, you think you're imagining things.

you're sitting on the couch, half watching some stupid show while yuji is sprawled across you, his head in your lap.

he's been complaining for the past 15 minutes about how tired he is, which was normal.

one of your hands is holding your phone, mindlessly scrolling through your fyp. your other hand naturally finds its way into his pink hair.

just a little scratching at first.

your nails lightly drag over his scalp, absentminded and slow.

yuji goes completely still.

you glance down,

"yuji?"

"mhm."

his eyes are already closed. you smile and start scratching a little more, fingertips moving gently through his hair.

and then,

purr.

you both freeze.

the tv still continues to play in the background.

"...did you just purr?"

"no."

"you absolutely did, you liar."

"i did not."

you start laughing.

yuji's face immediately turns pink.

"stop."

"yuji!"

"it was a cough."

"a cough? really?"

"yeah."

"a cough that sounded like a cat?"

"hey, people can have unique coughs you know."

he buries his face against your stomach.

"forget it, i'm never doing that again."

"wait, wait,"

you scratch behind his ear.

purr.

his entire body relaxes. you stare down at him.

he stares back up at you with the most betrayed expression ever.

"...i hate you."

"you love me."

"unfortunately."

you laugh softly and continue scratching his scalp.

this time though, he doesn't even try to hide it.

his eyes slip closed again, his shoulders relaxing as he sinks further into your lap and stomach.

every few seconds, that tiny, quiet rumble comes back.

"you're like a cat yuji, you know that."

i've grown so fast omfg ily guys u are all so sweet im so glad ppl like my writing ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ my last yuji post is blowing up smm im so grateful

hope u guys like this one!! also ty for 74 followers in like...one week!

[motelmagnolia]

humiliating and bullying naoya so much he becomes a feminist

[suguboobs]

asking sukuna to put on a condom

contains: 18+ content, MDNI. fingering. multiple orgasms mentioned. super unserious content once again. pregnancy.

can be read as a part of fbtdoty or as a stand alone :p

today had proven to be an exhausting day.

from missing your morning bus and having to wait thirty minutes for the next one to arrive, to getting stuck in a malfunctioning elevator in nearly 100 degree weather on your way to your first class, to finally, having one of your coworkers spill a steaming cup of coffee over your white uniform shirt.

you’re still sticky with syrup when you step foot into your shared apartment, shoulders sagging with the weight of the day finally starting to sink in, feet aching with every agonizing step you take inside.

“you look rough,” sukuna comments from his spot in the kitchen, thick fingers working on slicing broccoli stalks off (perfectly, because although it pains you to admit, he’s meticulous when it comes to working in the kitchen) while the pan sizzles on the stove with soy sauce, honey, and the meat. it smells delicious already.

“i feel rough,” you retort dryly, plopping down at the kitchen table. it’s the first time today you’ve been allowed to simply… rest. sukuna seems natural as he moves around through your kitchen: cutting up carrot slices into equal sized parts, pouring in just the right amount of hoisin sauce to add a bit of sweetness. slowly, your eyes begin to flutter shut, head falling to rest on the table in front of you.

although he doesn’t say a word when he moves, you hear the faucet turning on, knobs creaking as they’re turned to a warmer temperature. sukuna appears two minutes later, smelling faintly of the expensive rose scented bath bombs you bought last time you went to the mall. “go bathe, dinner’s almost ready.”

the bathroom lights are turned off when you step inside, the small space adorned by some light up candles sukuna bought from the dollar store. stripping off your grimy, sticky clothes, you slowly descend into the bath. warm water (the perfect temperature, of course) sloshes around your body, muscles instinctively relaxing as you finally settle in.

you stayed in the bath until your fingers grew pruny and the water went cold, coming out to find sukuna had already set out your most comfortable pair of pajamas on the bed and a plate of food on the table. padding over to the kitchen sink where he’s washing up for the day, you lean forward and press a small kiss on his cheek. “thank you.”

he doesn’t acknowledge it—doesn’t really find a reason you should be grateful anyways. all he says is: “go eat.” the first bite of the food feels delectable on your tongue after missing out on eating lunch earlier (you left your lunch bag on the bus), broccoli and chicken melting into a sweet-salty mixture that had you quickly digging for more. sukuna plops down at the table across from you, not necessarily needing to fill the silence with meaningless conversation about how your day had been (he knows how it went).

you finish your plate in ten minutes, kicking your feet up on the chair next to you. sukuna slides your plates from the table, moving over to clean up the last of them. “you need help relaxing further?” he only breaks the silence once he’s done, drying his hands on a rag. you only nod in response, letting him carry you over to the bedroom.

you’re unsure how many orgasms he’s pulled out of you since he first suggested the idea, mouth latched to your throbbing clit and two fingers pumping in and out of your dripping cunt. his lips are glossed over with your slick, pink strands of hair flailing messily by his sides with how hard your fingers dig into his scalp.

your legs tremble as he pushes you closer and closer to yet another one, thighs clamping shut around his head. “one more and i’ll give you what you want, soak my face again, c’mon.” crimson eyes snapped up to meet yours, watching for any reaction. your face scrunched up in pleasure, eyes fluttered shut and mouth parted in an ‘o.’

his fingers curled justtt right, hitting your g-spot with each thrust of his fingers while his tongue circled around your clit. “o-oh fuck, ‘kuna, don’t stop,” you moan out, hips bucking up to meet his fingers. your nails dig further into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips at the pain while you grew closer and closer, the coil in your lower stomach tightening by the second.

sukuna sits up, sliding his sweats down with swiftness. his cock slaps against his stomach, hard and precum dripping down his shaft just from eating you out. though before he manages to slip inside, you press your palm against his stomach and whisper, “wait.”

he expects you to tell him you’re too tired, maybe that your body would end up feeling sore by the time morning comes. what he doesn’t expect however is for you to ask: “do you mind putting a condom on?” sukuna zeroes in on your very pregnant belly before looking back up at you. a concern you should’ve had maybe… seven months ago.

“….you serious?” he finds himself questioning anyways, searching for any indication that you’re joking. he doesn’t find any. you look serious as ever, lips pursed together and gaze unwavering as you stared up at him. normally, you’d be biting your lip trying not to laugh in his face.

you merely raise a brow, “pregnancy is a very serious commitment so yes, i’m being completely serious.”

“it’s not like i can get you pregnant twice, woman,” he grumbles, but he already resigned to knowing he can’t win against you. he tried and lost when it came to what kind of crib you should buy just a week ago.

sukuna gets up from his spot, dick flopping from side to side as he pads over to his nightstand. how to take care of a newborn 101… a half empty pack of cigarettes he hasn’t bothered to touch since you came around with the news… a broken tv remote… and ah, a box of 36 ultra thin trojan condoms stuffed at the bottom he’s had for a year now.

he tears open the packaging, nimble fingers rolling the latex over his cock until the rim sits nice and snug around the base. your fingers scramble to grip onto his biceps as he slowly pushes in, his lips by your ear as he whispers, “fine. let’s see how many times you come by the time we’re finished with the box.”

idea came to me after a condom ad came on, thank you to @suguruss1ut and @sextier for entertaining it 😭

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[sugurusbeloved]

18+ MDNI

you'd think a billionaire with infinite resources would just buy a damn candy factory when his sugar cravings hit. it should be that simple.

except, satoru is currently throwing a tantrum in his living room, aggressively tearing through his empty drawers like a deprived child.

"satoru, just use your black card," you sigh, barely glancing up from your phone. "order something. you look ridiculous."

"but that takes effort..." he lets out the biggest, most theatrical sigh ever in recorded history, rolling his shoulders with an annoyed click of his tongue whilst searching for whatever scraps are left.

and then, the furious rummaging suddenly comes to a halt. you can physically feel the moment his aquatic eyes pivot toward you upon realising: satoru is the strongest of his era. (and apparently, the most charming as well).

he doesn't need to order out when the sweetest dessert is sitting right on his couch.

before you can even brace yourself for impact, his muscly body traps you in, dropping his full mass onto you to pin your hips flush against the cushions. "get off me, you cocky idiot," you grumble, shoving uselessly at his shoulders. "i won't entertain whatever weird idea you have."

but he merely flashes that insufferable, shit-eating smirk, his fingers already sliding under your hem slyly. "c'monnn, don't be stingy. you wouldn't let your poor, hardworking satoru starve to death, would you?"

you roll your eyes and snap at him to cut it out, squirming and writhing beneath his deadweight to pry yourself free—but if there's one thing your friendship has taught you, it's that once satoru sets his mind to something, talking him out of it isn't an option.

fast forward twenty minutes, and any illusion of resistance has been thoroughly pulverized out of you.

now, you're sprawled bonelessly across his bed, your legs pinned wide over his broad shoulders while he buries his face disgustingly between your thighs. your cunt is a swollen mess, throbbing and pulsing around nothing as warm, sticky streams dribble down slowly.

he’s already dragged two mind-melting orgasms out of you, leaving your stomach cramped and tight from the overload, but satoru hasn't given you a single second to catch your fucking breath. every time your body gives out to the ecstasy, his wet tongue just laps more sloppily at your sensitive clit, greedily drinking down the sweet nectar pulsing out of your core.

"s-satoru—" you manage to get your voice out, hands tangled helplessly in his messy locks, attempting to pull him off but he doesn't budge in the slightest. he just hums innocently against your sticky cunt, the vibration delivering a sharp jolt of bliss straight up to your soul. his pale, elegant fingers dig brutally into the meat of your inner thighs, keeping you locked in place as he slurps down your juices with a hunger that's nearly impossible to quench, wholly intent on flooding himself in your pleasure until his sweet tooth is finally satisfied.

[sedvctiv3]

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 minor do not interact. 🔞

A short series of Nerdbf!Gojo x Femgf!reader

Frustrated by the myth that nerds are usually a big freak in the bed, you discovered that your boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, was completely oblivious and fully inexperienced in sexual intimacy. Desperate to satisfy your own desires, you decided to guide him.

But each lesson is a little... awkward and... clumsy.

☆ lesson 1 here!, lesson 2 here!

art cr: 3vangel1ne_

Lesson Three: Say "No" to Hypocrisy!

// cw: awkward and clumsy sexual intimacy, oral sex (both receive), vaginal fingering, blowjob, premature ejaculation, light dom/sub, slight fluff

wc: 5.4k

× read on ao3 ×

Elegant dreams that had held you captive shattered by the morning sunlight slicing sharp through the blinds of Satoru's apartment. It painted bright gold across the rumpled sheets— a persistent  probing light searching for hopes from creatures who always survived by its grace.

Your eyes fluttered open just enough to meet with a warm breath on your neck. Satoru was still sleeping, his large arms fully caging your body as if he was afraid you might vanished into thin air. You shifted beneath the blanket, the cool morning air brushing the bare skin of your lower half, still bare from the last night's activity.

Turning around slowly to face him, you let your hand trace his face with quiet affection. He looked unbelievably peaceful— his snowy hair formed a halo on his forehead, his long eyelashes fluttering as his eyes darting beneath the lids, probably dreaming of someone stealing his Digimon collection.

It was remarkably adorable.

It felt almost like a lie having the most intelligent yet lovable, awkward nerd sleeping next to you.

He was adorable.

Satoru shifted, letting out a whine. He caught your hand mid-caress and pressed a tender kiss to your palm before he opened his eyes, revealing the crystal blue.

"Hi..." he mumbled, his lips spreading a lazy smile, his morning voice deep and husky.

You pretended it didn't turn you on.

"Hi," you whispered back, immediately making his day just from your dose of sunshine.

"Mmhm..." He nuzzled into your neck. "Did you just wake up, love?"

"Yeah, I did."

"Really?" He pulled away a little, examining your face like he was searching for a proof. "Then why do you look so pretty like you'd just gotten ready to go on a date with someone?"

A shade of strawberry tinted your cheeks. You couldn't help but giggle, hitting his chest with a light smack.

"Satoru, stop that... It's too early for you to flirt around."

"I'm just stating facts. I'm so lucky getting to wake up next to an angel every morning."

He chuckled, one big arm wrapping around your body as he pulled you close, you could feel his morning wood poking your ass. He buried himself back into your neck, leaving kisses. "Should we get ready for class?"

"Whatever, Toru." You rolled your eyes with a fond smile, turning around to face the other way.

"It's Saturday, you nerd."

"Oh, right. Breakfast then?"

"Later. I'm too lazy to get up," you responded while tracing circles on his hand where it rested on your stomach, your eyes drifting close as the urge to sleep pulled you again.

"Mhm... then any–" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Any plans you wanna do for the weekend?"

For some reason, you felt his grip getting tighter and tighter, like he was trying to merge his body into yours. His breathing was also getting ragged.

"Satoru." You opened your eyes.

"Yes?"

"Are you trying to grind yourself onto me?"

His grip immediately loosened. He cleared his throat, panic flamed in his blue eyes. "What– oh uh no I'm not. I'm sorry, did I hug you too tight?"

You sighed and slipped out from his hold immediately, facing him properly. Satoru propped himself up on his elbows, looking like a schoolboy, one hand clutching the blanket up to his waist to hide his morning problem.

"You know, you have a brain of a genius and yet you're bad at lying," you gave him a cocky smile. "Even I, a person who's less genius than you can detect a liar."

Embarrassment showered all over his body, making his face turned fully red. He shifted uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze.

"I–"

"We should try something else, instead of grinding," you interrupted smoothly, causing his eyes to snapped up at you, one brow arching in curiousity. "I want you to experience other stuff too, not just grinding and humping."

"Like what?" He gulped.

A wicked smile drew over your lips. "I'll let you find out after you finger me."

"What? What finge– baby, wait!"

You shoved the blanket aside, revealing your half naked body, and his desperate boner standing free inside his sweats that were crusty from the previous  night's humping.

"Cute," you said, then moved to sit in between his legs, your back leaning against his flushed body, so his hard length pressed flat against your lower back.

"Baby, I'm–"

"Gimme your hand." You held out your palm. You knew your nerd boyfriend had a very good hygienic care, but a girl liked to double-check before things get messy.

Surrendering, Satoru gave you his hand. You examined his nails for a few second before guiding it to your already-wet core, lifting your knees up to spread your legs wider for him. With your free hand, you placed his other arm around your waist.

You took his fingers, pressing them on your slick entrance, trailing them up and down in a slow tease, a soft moan slipping past your lips at the contact.

The size of his fingers was twice as thick, planting an overthought in your mind about how you would take him inside you soon.

"You're gonna stick your fingers in okay? You can start with one– ah with one finger first." 

"Wait– wait, are you sure about this? Don't I have to wash my hand first? And– and won't it hurt you? What if you get hurt? I don't wanna hurt you–"

"Satoru, it's fine," you hushed, turning your head to look at him. "I'll be fine, I promise. Just trust me, will you?"

He bit his lip, breathing hard. "Okay... Okay, of course, love." He delivered a kiss to your lips before you faced forward again.

You slowly pushed his middle finger into your wet folds with the right pressure, causing a sharp moan to escaped your lips.

Satoru made a strange, high-pitched noise the second he felt his finger encounter with your moisture.

"What the fuck was that noise, Satoru?" you panted as your walls trying to adjust to his finger size.

"I'm– I'm sorry it's just– oh my god it's so warm and– and so... tight... like it's squeezing me so hard. I can't imagine what it would be like if... if..."

"If what?" you coaxed, letting out a breathless chuckle while you pushed his finger deeper until it reached his knuckle.

Satoru swallowed a breath, squeezing your body with his other hand instinctively. "If that... was my whole uhm– dick." He cringed at his own vulgarity. "You're squeezing so hard like you're trying to chop off my mucles, baby oh my god..."

"Exactly, baby...," you moaned, leaning your head back against his chest as the delicious stretch of his finger sent a jolt straight to your inside. "And we have a long way before I let you be inside me soon, so just focus on using your finger inside me right now, okay?"

"Rig– right, okay."

Satoru mumbled something to himself like a man desperately trying to hack a mainframe while having a panic attack. His blue eyes were wide, fixating onto the lewd view of his middle finger dissappearing in between your thighs.

You guided his hand, showing him the rhythm. "Slowly, baby. In and– ahh... and out. Make sure you curl your finger upward every time you push inside."

He swallowed a lump of spit in his throat, carefully following your instructions. The awkward tremor in his hand began to smooth out, replaced by an intense concentration. He thrusted his finger with a deliberate pace while hooking it upward exactly how you mentioned.

An erotic, messy squelch and filthy moans echoed into the morning, followed immediately by a whimper from you when his palm brushed right over your sensitive clit. Assuming he felt like he had to do more than just using his finger, he nervously sneaked his free hand under your shirt, clumsily groping your breast.

​"Is– is this okay?" he stammered, his face turning an even deeper shade of red as his large palm fumbled awkwardly, missing your breast on the first try and accidentally pinching your collarbone instead.

"Sor– sorry, my hand slipped," he groaned, his voice cracking with embarrassment as he frantically tried to re-adjust his grip. "I don't think I'm good at multitasking during uhm se– sex..."

​"It's okay, baby, just breath," you panted softly, leading his shaking hand until his palm finally cupped your bare breast.

​With a fierce determination, Satoru tried to synchronise both actions at once. His thumb and his index pinching your sensitive nipple just right, but because he was focusing so hard on the strange, new sensation of his fingers inside you, he accidentally jerked off-tempo, jabbing at an awkward angle instead of sliding smoothly.

"Oh no, did I poke you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to oh my god I'm so bad at this, I'm so sorry," he panicked, trying to pull his hand back.

​"Toru, stop overthinking it, you're fine," you giggled in breathless, pressing your hand over his to steady him. "Just slow down, okay? Keep your hand on my tits while you move your fingers inside. My sweet boy got this."

Taking a deep breath to steady his racing nerves, Satoru nodded, his brilliant mind finally syncing up with his body. He resumed his rhythm, his fingers curling deep inside your drenched core while he twisted your hard nipple.

"Ahh– fuck, yes right there!" Your spine began arching into his touch, and your hips ground to take his finger deeper.

Satoru froze, his breath hitching in his throath. "Are– are you okay? Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, baby," you purred, reaching back to cup his hot face. "You're doing so great, don't overthink it. Keep– keep going pl–please. Don't stop until I cum."

You pulled him down for a deep, starving kiss while he continued his pace. All of his hesitation that he had in the beginning had dissolved into the wet, lewd sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of your needy cunt.

With each upward curl of his finger, your hips stuttered, your moans muffled against his lips acting as an intoxicating motivation for his brain.

"God, you're so good at this, baby," you complimented in a winded hum, breaking away to watch his handwork. "Look at you... my smart boy learning so fast, making me so proud of him– ahh oh fuck."

Satoru's face potrait a whole strawberry from your praise. His pace faltered for a moment, twitching inside you as a deep groan rumbled in his chest.

"Keep going," you urged, bucking your hips to meet his hand more aggressively. "Add your ring finger, Toru. I need you more, please."

"Tw– two?!" he chocked out, the shock surprised his whole body. "Is that– is that even possible? What if you're hu–"

"Toru, even though I've never seen your dick before I can assure that it's bigger than two of your fingers," you breathed out a weakened laugh, turning your head to look at him. "So just stick inside another or I won't show you the new thing we're gonna do after."

Satoru took a deep breath, then with a trembling hand and the expression of a bomb disposal technician cutting the final wire, he aligned his ring finger right beside his middle. And with a slow, cautious push, he shoved inside the second finger.

The doubled stretch made your eyes roll back, a loud, wanton cry tearing out from your lungs. Your velvet walls clenching harsh around his fingers, making him choked a gasp.

"Two... two fingers..." he stuttered, his voice cracking at the feeling of your heat covering around him. "Baby... you feel so tight... and you're taking both of them so easily..."

Fuck.

"It's all because of my smart boy here making me feel so good– ahh fuck, baby please." You crashed your lips with his once more. "Pump me fast please I need you so bad."

Satoru began moving his fingers with a swift motion, each pump of his fingers that came with delicate curls, and each twist to your nipple made him swallow every moans spilling from your lips. His cock twitched violently at the obscene squelch sounds from his fingers playing with your wet core.

Lips occupying with each other, you grabbed his wrist, pressing the palm of his hand to your clit, grinding your weight onto his hand.

"Ahh hahh baby, fuck– mhmm harder pleasepleaseplease," you whined into his mouth. Satoru didn't need anymore spoken hints; the moment your walls pulsed, a low groan tore from his throat.

"Nghm!– you're gonna make me cum if you keep moaning like that," he growled as he tried his best doing two job at once—kissing your swollen mouth aggresively, and accelerating the friction of his fingers with his palm grinding onto your bundle of nerves.

The heavenly combination completely ruined you, turning you into a filthy mess. You pulled away, pulling his face into the crook of your neck, a silent demand for a skin-to-skin contact. A hot knot started to make its way to your abdomen, ready to be snap.

But then you felt a sudden, warm dampness soaking through the front of his sweatpants as Satoru let out a ragged groan against your throat. "Ah– So tight– Nghmm..."

"Did you just– ahh! oh fuck I'm gonna cum, baby please please I'm gonna cum don't stop–"

With one last aggresive pump, you came all over his fingers. Your walls clenching his fingers in a violent squeeze, pulsing as your back arched, and your thighs clamped his arm in an earthquake of pleasure. Your limbs went heavy, head falling back against his chest while the aftershock rolled through you.

For a while, the bedroom was silent, save for your uneven respiration. With a careful movement, Satoru withdrew his fingers, watching them drenched, and dripping wet from your fluids with an awe.

He instantly took them into his mouth, tasting you whole. A soft hum vibrated in his chest at the taste satisfying him. "So good, baby... You taste so good..."

"Yeah?" you breathed out. "Was it that good that you came in your pants?"

"I'm– I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help it..." He hid himself into the crook of your neck, feeling embarrassed.

"It's alright, Toru. You still deserve to get your reward for being a good boy."

Satoru pulled his face away to look at you, questioning. "A reward? Are you gonna buy me a new digimon collection?"

"No, you dummy." You booped his nose. "Lie back down and I'll show you."

Turning around, you gently guided him onto his back, caging him in between your thighs as you leaned down and peppered kisses down his jawline, neck and collarbones. You trailed his body with your lips, inches by inches until you reached his waistline.

Satoru breathing was caught when your fingers hooked the elastic of his sweats along with his boxer, sliding them down his legs.

Fully free from the heavy fabrics, his heavy cock sprang upward, fully erect despite already climaxed prematurely into his pants minutes ago.

Though the two of you had been together for months without stepping into the sex world, only ever feeling each other through layers of clothes, this was your first time actually laying eyes on your lover's nude.

Cleanly shaved, mix shades of blue and purple veins mapping around his shaft,  and the crown of his head pink and flushed, leaking with lust and some of his white seed sticking on his cock from his pre-ejaculation earlier.

Not to mention the size that was at least eight and a half inches.

You couldn't believe someone who was such a dork, awkward and nerdy had own such a big, yet pretty cock behind his pants.

You licked your lips at the sight, causing Satoru to cover it with his hands. He said nothing, yet the color of his face spoke for him as his eyes avoided your existence.

You giggled at his reaction. "Baby, don't be shy." You took his hands into yours, tracing comfort circles with your thumbs. "There's only me here, okay? You're safe."

Satoru kept his blue eyes away, refusing to meet your gaze. "I know, I just– uhm okay I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise for having a body, you dumbo," you smiled before kneeling yourself in between his legs, wrapping one hand around his wet shaft. "Relax, okay?"

He nodded once with a tremble, and before you could taste his pre, he stopped you, making you raised a brow. "Wait, I'm sorry but, can we– can we hold hands?"

Your heart melted at his request. "Sure, baby." You extended your free hand, and he wrapped it with his, holding it like it was going to be his last day living on the earth.

The moment you lowered your head, sucking the crown of his swollen tip for the very first time, Satoru's entire body went frozen. His eyes widened,  unadulterated bewilderment at the realisation of his penis being used by a mouth.

In his world, he had a limited, strictly PG-13 of understanding the anatomy or whatever awkward information he had researched for his studies, which only explained that mouths were strictly for kissing. Lips met Lips, and tongue met tongue. End of story. Bye-bye.

Nowhere in the official textbook of human reproduction had explained to him for the fact that a human mouth could be used as a vacuum seal for his penis.

​"Ah– wait– wait! Hold on a second–" he blurted in squeaky panic, using his free hand to sit upright while pushing you back gently with the other.

You removed your lips with a soft, wet pop, blinking up at him in confusion.

"What's wrong now?"

"Is this... allowed?"

"Is what allowed?"

"Using your mouth?"

You folded your lips inside, holding back a laugh.

"Yeah of course, it's called a blowjob."

He cocked a brow. "A blow... job?"

You nodded, still trying your best to hold back your laugh.

​Satoru flicked his gaze in between his exposed cock and your deadpan face.

"But I thought sex was just the... uh well y'know, the hugging position thing! Not– not this!"

You finally lost the battle and bursted out laughing.

"Satoru, why didn't you just ask me why I used your mouth instead of your dick last night when I told you to eat my pussy?"

He gulped. "I... uhm-"

"And why didn't you stop me earlier when I wanted to use your fingers and not your dick?"

"I... I panicked and repressed it."

"Yeah, figured."

"It's just... I thought–"

"Satoru," you teased, dragging a fingernail playfully up his inner thigh. "Do you want me to stop?"

His blue eyes darted on your lips, then back to your face with a desperate lingering betrayal arousal. He licked his lips, gripping the bedsheet before dropping his head back against the pillows with a defeated sigh.

"N– no, no please..." he whispered in a quiet miserable pleade while he parted his legs awkwardly a little for you.

You giggled, reaching forward to press an encouraging kiss to his abs before lowering your head back down to his cock.

This time, as you enveloped his tip once more, Satoru let out high-pitched gasp, his eyes clamping shut as his brain officially short-circuited for good.

"Ahh– Oh god–"

You swirled your tongue over the crown, not taking your eyes off him as you caught every drop of his slick precum. Finally, you pushed your head downward, taking him full until his tip hit the back of your throat. The raw size of his length hit you all over again, thick and heavy, stretching your mouth that you had to steady yourself while maintaining a comfortable rhythm.

Satoru, who was already overwhelming at the way you were sucking his tip, immediately panicked at the sudden deep intake.

"A–All of it?!" he choked out, his eyes flying wide once again as he tried to instinctively pull his hips back away from you. "Nghh wa– ahh wait... Is my– Is it too big? Am I choking you? Oh my god I'm scared if I'm gonna break your ja–"

​"Mmph!" you muffled an irritated opposed around his shaft, giving him a death glare while locking his hips down with one hand.

"Ah! Okay– okay! sorry, I'm sorry." He lifted his hands awkwardly, not knowing where to anchor it. His face turned into a brighter colour of red as he realised he was ruining his own pleasurable moment from his nervousness. "I won't– ahh oh god... Take your time, baby, you're doing... you're doing so great..."

His praise instantly made you moan.

God, did his inexperienced self even know what his praise was doing to you?

You moved your head in a steady bobbing motion now that your clumsy, overthinking nerd had finally calmed his panic.

​Hesitantly, Satoru rested his hands on either side of your head without gripping, offering an anchor if you needed it. The nature consideration of his touch while he was getting ruin by you made your pussy pulse, though nothing could compare with the dirty sound he was making.

"Nghmm–!" he whimpered, his hips jerking upward intuitively, his chest heaving with desperate breathless pants. "Baby– baby please please please– oh my god it feels so good..."

You bobbed your head up and down, your saliva drooling all around his base as the wet, slurping sound filled the room. The sight of your genius, flawless boyfriend was a mess, body trembling with sweats and mouth making bunch of high-pitched, whiny noises while begging you for more.

You pulled away slightly, one hand pumping his cock. "You like that, huh?" You teased him with your tongue, sliding along his length from down to his tip, then swirling your fat mucles around the tip. "Is my good boy enjoying himself, hmm?"

"Nghh– yes yes so much– so much oh god baby pleasepleaseplease," he sobbed, his voice cracking to a pathetic, beautiful whine. He was essentially shaking from the intensity, both his knees were lifted now, shuddering as he tried to hold back the urge to cum right there and then.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby," you warned, voice dropped to a demanding tone. "I want my genius boy to watch how good I'm making him feel, understood?" You kept your tongue playing around his tip.

"Okay– I'll– I'll try– please nghmm," he nodded frantically, back bowing off the mattress in a needy attempt to feel your mouth again.

"Good boy," you praised him one last time before wrapping your lips around him once again.

The consolidation the intensity, the heat, and the intoxicating eye contact were fully ruining you. You fastened your pace just a fragment, moving up and down with an expert tempo that made him choke on his own moans. With every motion, his tip hit the back of your throat, causing tears to swell up your eyes while you fought back the gag reflex.

Your lover's face was as red as a tomato when he locked his blue eyes at the lewd view of you under him. The way your plump lips wrapped around his sex and eyes pierced through his, it was all so seductively malice to his desire in wanting more of you.

You decided to increase the pace by hollowing your cheeks, tightening your mouth and squeezing his balls with your free hand, growing the traction.

"Nghh–! ahh–  babybabybaby oh Jesus!" he gasped. The new method you were giving him made him feel like he was about to shift into another dimension.

You swirled your tongue over and over while moving your head up and down, your hand pinching and groping his testicle as you moan around his heavy length. The morning air filled with nothing but sexual noises that came from the two of you— moaning, whimpering and slurping.

"Oh baby– baby I wanna cum, can I cum please?" he whined, giving you a pathetic, begging look. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease lemme cum oh my god I can't–"

​"Go on, cum in my mouth like a good boy you are," you smiled, satisfied with his submissions before going back to blowing him.

His eyes flew wide at the thought of you swallowing his body waste. "Wait–! wait wait baby stop– nononono– Nghh ahh! imcummingimcumming I'm gonna cum–"

Thick and hot liquid of his seed spilled out from his cock, splurting ropes with ropes into your throat. You kept your face pinned to his hip bone as you swallowed every single string of his cum, not wasting any drop of the sweet and salty taste.

Satoru's eyes rolled back, his toes curling as his hips jerking forward in a shuddering aftershock. He rode out his high, mumbling unintelligible things until he went fully limp.

After he went soft, you left his length with a wet pop, your lips and chin slicked with the fluid. He laid there, staring at the ceiling with his chest heaving and his face painted the most profound shade of red you had ever seen.

You crawled back on top of him, pressing your lips onto his, sharing the taste, and he kissed you back with full tender.

"Baby," Satoru panted as you parted away to pepper kisses his face.

"Mmhm?"

"You need to throw up."

You froze, staring at him with a pure, clueless expression. "What?"

"You need– you need to throw up. You swallowed my thing, it's... It's bad..." he assert, deeply distressed.

You stayed speechless, only biting the inside of your cheek as you fought back a wave of laughter. Satoru, who noticed you weren't taking him seriously, sat upright and grabbed your upper arms.

"Baby, I'm serious," he insisted, his voice dropping into an urgent register. "Whatever you swallowed was a bodily waste properties. It's– It's dirty!"

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed when he kept on going with his panic-fueled explaination.

"The human digestive system isn't designed to process reproductive fluids as something for you to just eat like it's nothing!"

"Sator–"

"Do you know what the pH balance of that is? Do you know what happens to foreign proteins in a stomach acid environment? We need to induce vomiting right now." He snatched the trash bin beside the bed, holding it in front of you.

"Put your finger down your throat. I'll time it. Or– Or do you need activated charcoal? Wait no– do I have an activated charcoal?" He opened the drawer at his nightstand beside him with one hand, looking through. "Dammit, I only have paracetamol!"

"Satoru," you wheezed, losing your composure as a loud short escaped your nose.

"Okay, alright fine then." You grabbed the bin. "I'll throw up, but only after you throw up first." You pushed the trash toward him.

He blinked. "Why would I do that? I didn't swallow the thing!"

"Oh really?"

Setting the bin back to its place, you brought your middle and ring finger into your mouth, impersonating the way he tasted your release earlier.

"Mhm so good, baby... you taste so good," you whined, mimicking his voice.

Blood surged up his whole face,  paralysed by the realisation of his own hypocrisy, his white eyelashes fluttered in sheer horror. "S– sto– stop that..."

"Mmhmsowfy I juft can't..."  You doubled down the mockery, parodying his expression of how he had looked from last night's intimacy.

"Okay! Okay! I get it now stop it, please!"

"Yeah that's what I thought." You rolled your eyes, huffing out an irritated breath.

"You're a menace."

"And you're a hypocrite."

"Okay, I'm sorry," he quickly surrendered, collapsing back against the pillows. "I was just worried about your biological well-being, you didn't need to turn it into a stand-up routine."

"My biological well-being is doing just fine, Satoru," you chuckled, leaning over to rest your chin on his firm chest, tracing circles on his sternum with your index finger. "If anything, you're the one who needs to calm down."

Satoru groaned behind his hands, then peeked out at you with one bright blue eye before dropping them around your waist. "You're a nuisance, y'know that?"

"Yet you love it," you smiled, leaning up to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I don't think I can see a glass of milk the same way after this," he mumbled, looking down at you with a lingering shyness and affection. He reached a hand up to your hair, tangling them as he caressed you.

"Good," you giggled softly. "Now that you're done with your logical biology or whatever crisis... We should probably take a shower first, before breakfast."

"Shower? Together?" He knitted his brows.

"Yes, together."

It had been months since the two of you were official, yet never once had either of you asked to shower together.

To his inexperienced brain, the concept of two people showering together didn't exist in his mind. He genuinely had never knew sharing a shower was a normal thing that couples did.

Even after the library incident, seperated bathrooms had always been the rule.

​And as for you, the plea meant somewhat different. You had only ever been used and ditched without a proper aftercare. Inviting him to the bath wasn't just about cleaning up, but more to seeking for a gentle and safe kind of intimacy you'd wish to feel after an intense moment.

"Don't tell me you're shy when I'd just sucked your dick earlier," you said with an annoyed tone.

"No I– it's just uhm is that like a... uh what couples do together after doing the– uhm– thing?" he stuttered, ears burning red at the thought of sharing a bath with you.

You raised yourself up from his naked body to stare into his blue eyes. "No, not necessarily. We don't need to have sex just to shower together. But, it's something we call an aftercare."

"An aftercare?"

"An aftercare," you repeated, nodding once. "Think of it as an emotional decompression chamber. During intimacy, well you know we'll get tired and all that from the adrenaline and happy chemicals leaves you feeling amazing, but once it stops, you'll start feeling like raw or cold."

He assented with an intense stare like he was admiring you instead of listening.

"So yeah, aftercare is basically just... a gentle routine we do to make ourselves feel safe and comfortable after sex," you continued smoothly.

"You don't just... ignore one another or jump out of bed immediately to study. You stick around, you cuddle, wash up, just whatever, there's no right or wrong as long as we make each other feel safe."

Satoru went completely still as if something had hit him in the head. Slowly, he sat up, not bothered by his nude.

"Baby." He took your hands into his. "I'm– I'm sorry."

You blinked, the sudden apology confused you. "What? What are you sorry for? What happened?"

"You said to not just ignore and leave to study..." He swallowed a ball of regret in his throat. "You were right about last night. I kept thinking about studying even after we did the thing, and I realised I made you feel neglected after you explained to me about this aftercare stuff... I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

Oh you felt like you just fell in love with him for the second time.

Your face that was painted confused finally melted to a warm smile. You pulled him close, wrapping your arms around his neck waist, giving him an embrace full of affections.

"Oh my cute nerd," you cooed before pulling away to kiss him on both cheeks. "It's okay, baby. I'm sorry, I didn't realise my words sounded sarcastic... But I didn't feel neglected or unsafe, I promise. You're still new to this, remember? You're learning and that's okay, you're not at fault."

You caressed his face in reassurance, then pushed his sticky, snow white hair back, planting a kiss on his forehead.

"But, are you– are you sure? I feel so bad, I realised how messed up I was for being that way when you we–"

"Satoru," you interrupted. "I told you it's okay. Won't you trust my words, my pretty boy?"

Satoru couldn't help but smiled at the pet name, feeling appeased at his lover's devotion. He nodded, leaning in to kiss your forehead as an exchange.

"Good, should we go shower now?"

"Want me to carry you?"

"Well since you offered, why not?"

Without a warning, Satoru scooped you up into a bridal style. You let out a startled yelp, giggling as you hook your arms around his shoulders out of instinct.

"Could you at least warn me before picking me up like I'm a big digimon figure?" You hit his chest with one hand playfully while he crawled off the bed.

"Sorry, baby. I'm just too excited to give you the aftercare that you deserve." He flashed you an appealing smile, pressing one last kiss onto your forehead before heading toward the bathroom.

"Dork."

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[gumib34r]

after rough sex, satoru tenderly (and possessively) treats your sore & irritated body with balm

⟢

you spread your legs for him earlier, so how come it feels more embarrassing now?

"what's wrong? earlier, you were begging for more, now you can't even look at me while im taking care of you?"

nope. you couldn't even bear to look at him with raw vulnerability as he worked you out down there.

satoru was positioned between your thighs, opening your folds with two fingers as he applied the balm with his other hand. his touch was light, almost clinical as it ran over your inner labia. the skin he spent all night ravaging was now getting taken care of.

"it's just skin, baby. there's nothing you haven't already shown me a dozen times tonight."

a low hum escaped his lips as he dipped his thumb in the balm, bringing it back to your vulva as he rubbed it on your swollen clit. the clit he spanked over and over, completely fraying its nerves.

"no..its not—," you choked on your breath, shaking your head. "its not really..just skin.."

when he pulled back your clit hood and used his thumb to apply a gentle, cooling swipe on the direct bud, you realized your weak protests meant nothing. useless whimpers and whines fell on deaf ears.

he stilled his movements for a moment before stroking again.

"i know its not," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave. "that's why you're acting like this, isn't it?"

you didn't have an answer. not when you were completely exposed to him in the most intimate and vulnerable way ever.

both of his elbows kept your thighs open to make sure he could see every part of you, every part of the flesh he had been shown tonight. your clit was an angry red beneath this thumb, still throbbing and twitching from every light touch. your inner labia were completely chafed by the brutal friction of his cock, the skin raw and glistening in the substance of the balm.

a deep sigh escaped him, a small pout tugged on his lips when he realized how rough he may have been. it was a repeated motion—dip his thumb in the balm, apply it on your vulva.

when the pad of his thumb smoothed the crimson part of your inner fold, your thighs trembled and clamped from the touch despite how careful it was.

"nope. absolutely not."

his voice wasn't angry, but it had the same authority he used when around others. before you could full close up, he pushed his elbows deeper on your thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them wide open.

"don't close up. if i don't fix this now, you're gonna complain tomorrow about how much it stings."

the sight of satoru casually applying vulva balm in the area between your thighs was infinitely more embarrassing than him pounding like a beast inside you.

this was softer, more careful compared to the aggressive sex you had earlier. this wasn't the side of satoru you were usually exposed to, therefore every touch felt like a blow to your ego. not because he was softening up, but because you felt like a baby getting a bandaid on a boo boo.

in this situation, there was no move or retort you could say that could switch the power dynamic.

"remind me why you're doing this again?" your tone was seasoned with a pinch of sassiness beneath the fluster.

satoru looked up at you. he watched the way you rolled your eyes and dreadfully dragging your hands down your face, admiring the sight of you so helpless beneath him.

he couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle at your usual attitude. "because you're mine..thats why."

his touch became softer, slower, more deliberate as he massaged the balm in, ensuring the substance absorbed in your irritated skin.

"and who else is going to handle you when you get like this? you'd probably try to walk off the soreness and end up face planting in the middle of the hallway." he added, a small smirk tugging on his lips.

"but i'm independent, aren't i? i'm a grown woman and you're treating me like a baby."

the fire in his eyes started to return as you retorted. his thumb moved idly and slowly like all his attention came back to your words.

"sweetheart, you were begging for me to ruin you ten minutes ago. i don't think 'independent' was exactly the word coming out of your mouth when you were wrapped around me."

he opened your folds, checking that he treated all the spots he ruined. then he leaned forward to place a tender kiss on your temple.

"you're a grown woman, yeah," he continued. "but even grown women need someone to clean up the mess they make."

"you're the one who made me a mess. is that my responsibility?"

satoru froze. he watched the way your eyes narrowed when you looked at him, defensive and fierce.

a slow grin spread across across his face.

"fuck, you're good." he breathed out, his voice rough with amusement. "technically.. no. it's not your responsibility to clean up after me. but i'm not asking you to take responsibility, baby. i'm telling you i'm taking it."

the humiliating, ego-bruising balm session finally ended. he crawled forward, draping a heavy arm over your waist as he dropped on the bed next to you.

"that's the difference between us," he murmured. his gaze was noticeably softer, tracing the shape of your lips. "you think this is about who's in charge or who owes what. but when i fuck you, i ruin you. the mess, the soreness, the way you can't even stand tomorrow? thats all mine. and since it's mine, i'm going to be the one to fix it."

right.

the tight knot of embarrassment in your stomach was replaced by the soft flutter of butterflies. despite how obnoxious this man could be, he always had a way to remind you that he wasn't as irresponsible as he displayed.

with you, he had the chance to strip away all the armor he wore to protect the parts of him that stayed reserved strictly for you.

vulnerability was so often viewed as a weakness. but watching him rest his head against your shoulder, you wondered if it was actually the absolute purest way to love someone.

"then have me," you whispered, feeling the heaviness of sleep pull you under. "have all of me."

.

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the dialogue def might be the strongest part of my piece. after multiple daydreaming sessions in my life and creating fake conversations, it led up to this.

im pretty upset about how predictable my sentence structures are. im going to need to read a lot more🥹🥹

[heavenlypining]

delivering ceo!toji fushiguro's lunch goes unexpectedly. 18+

12:20

your heels click on the ground with every step. you're in such a hurry to get to your husband's office.

earlier that morning, you got a text from him that read:

11:40: hi hon, forgot my lunch. would you mind bringing it to me, please?

so you quickly threw on something appropriate, a pretty button-up blouse paired with a dark pencil skirt.

when you reach the front of the building, you stop dead in your tracks. you strain your neck to look at the insane height of the office building.

"ugh," you groan while rolling your eyes. you pull down your blouse and make your way inside.

stepping inside, you immediately spot the front desk.

"um excuse me?" you say to the receptionist. "hi, i'm here to bring my husband his lun-"

"oh, mrs. fushiguro hi!" she suddenly says.

you know your husband owns the company, but you weren't expecting to be known like that.

"you don't need a pass or anything, you can head right on up to the 31st floor!"

"31st?!" you say to yourself.

"oh ok, thank you so much," you smile at her and head towards the elevators.

after an elevator ride that felt like forever, you finally make it to toji's floor.

when the elevator doors open, you're met with a long hallway that leads directly to his office. your husband's office is the only one on the floor.

your steps that were once hurried were now slow, as you quietly walk towards the office doors. once you're close enough, you spot his secretary. feeling your presence, she looks up from her work.

"hi, mrs. fushiguro! you can head on in," she smiles at you.

"thank you," you smile back.

when you open the huge doors, there he is. your husband with his raven colored hair, sleepy eyes, and scar on his lip. when he sees you, he immediately stops what he's doing and smiles at you.

you sigh loudly. "do you know how long it took me to get up here? it felt like forever!" you pout with your hands on your hips.

toji gets up from his desk and makes his way to you. he pulls you in for a hug, playfully covering your face with kisses.

"toji!" you giggle.

"thank you so much for trekking all the way up here to deliver me my lunch, mama. i know it took you forever," he says all dramatically, and you roll your eyes at him.

"well, here you go," you say, handing him his lunch. you stand up on your tiptoes to reach his lips for a peck.

"alright, well i'll see you at home, okay? you say, heading out.

"whoa, whoa," toji pulls you back to him by your waist, a confused look on his face. "you didn't come alllll the way up here just to stay for like a minute, did you?"

you examine his face to see that mischievous grin.

"oh, uh-uh," you shake your head and step back, knowing exactly what's on his mind. "your secretary is right outside, 'jiji!" you whisper-shout.

toji pulls you right back to him.

"then i guess we just have to be quiet..." he whispers back, then pecks your cheek.

you're sitting on toji's desk, pencil skirt pulled up and legs completely spread. you're trying your best to suppress your moans. toji has taken your underwear and put it in your mouth, a homemade gag basically.

your husband is on his knees, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. curling just the right way to massage your poor g-spot.

while he fingers you, he leaves hickeys all over your inner thighs. toji won't stop smirking up at you. he finds it cute that you're trying your best to stay quiet.

he picks up the pace. your juices are dripping down onto toji's desk. his important work papers are dangerously close to the puddle, but he doesn’t care.

the way your eyes flutter shut, he knows that you're getting close. so he removes his fingers to latch his mouth around your clit. when he starts sucking, your hands grab and pull at his hair, making him hiss a little.

toji switches between sucking your clit and fucking your pussy with his tongue. he spreads your pussy open with his hands, so his tongue can fuck you deeper. all toji hears are your whimpers and heavy breathing.

next thing you know, your stomach tightens, and your breathing picks up as your orgasm comes crashing down.

when you cum on toji's tongue, he slowly pulls it out. you watch as your husband stands up, his tongue still sticking out as he carefully tries not to drop any of your cum.

he takes your underwear out of your mouth and his hands reach up to hold your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss. his tongue enters your mouth as you guys share the taste of your cum.

once you both swallow, he looks at you with the fondest of eyes.

"thank you for my lunch, baby."

but he doesn't clarify if he means you and your cum or his actual lunch.

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[sacratiti]

𓏵┊nanami's tits are the best stress relief!

'exhausted' can't even begin to describe your current state.

you feel like a zombie—if zombies wore straight jackets of corporate attire.

the day has long taken it's toll on you and it seems like the universe is committed to sucking your life-force. it's a miracle that you didn't hit anyone on the way home. with the last of your depleting strength, you make it through the door, bee-lining (more like worm-lining) to your destination.

across the threshold, there's kento, lounging on the couch in all his domestic glory. your heart guides you to him, working independently of the sticks of jelly you call legs.

his nose is deep in a book, reading glasses perched low on his nose and hair down—maybe a little damp from a shower. 'perfect,' you think.

he doesn't notice you, or rather, doesn't say anything until you're arm's length away from him. "welcome home, sweetheart. how was w—"

plop.

apparently, your legs couldn't handle walking the last foot to him. you opt to fling yourself on him, head landing smack dab on his supple chest.

"tehrrihble," you mumble into him.

"i can see that," he says, chuckling.

your curls and whatever shampoo you use tickle his button nose. one of his hands cradles your face, lifting it up by your chin. "can i do anything for you, or do you need chest time?"

"chest time," you reply weakly.

"thought so."

he shifts your face back between his titties pecs, only now, your face is shifted to the side. you always insist on suffocating yourself in the defined masses. "you need to breathe, sweetheart."

"tell my boss that."

he doesn't roll his eyes, but you can tell he wants to. "you're SO lucky you work on demand."

"i'm happy you see it that way," he murmurs, adjusting his glasses. he goes back to his book, long fingers flipping the pages in a way that has your heart doing backflips.

maybe it's the sleep deprivation talking, but you can't help but think about how amazing he looks right now. and he doesn't even know it! you get to thinking about him, you, him and you, you and him, the list goes on. point is, too many thoughts are running through your head at once.

through careful research, you've found the best method for removing pesky thoughts; shoving your face into kento's hot, thick, sinewy chest.

first, you pull up his linen shirt with what's left of your strength. then you bury your face between his award winning pecs, shaking your head a few times for good measure.

and finally, the last step—absolutely crucial for complete thought removal—taking the heaps of muscle on either side of your head and squueeezing your face with them.

he can't stop your shenanigans until it's already happened.

he sets his book down on the nearby side table, giving you his full attention. "poor thing," he coos. "i didn't know your day was that bad." after years of being together, kento knows 'chest time' is mostly reserved for extreme situations.

even though he's very perceptive, it occasionally takes dire measures for him to understand you. not like it's his fault, though; you're barely capable of speaking in times like this.

just as you're about to take a big exhale of his musk, his hand rests on your head, applying comforting pressure. his voice drops to a whisper.

"feel my heartbeat, sweetheart?"

you make a noise of acknowledgement, head lolling into a nod.

"focus on that for me."

and you do, because what choice do you have? (not like you weren't going to, anyways)

he coils his fingers 'round your curls, fingers dipping to gently rake through your roots to your scalp, scratching softly. your eyes roll in contentment, a soft whimper following.

"i love you, ken."

"i love you too, sweetheart."

he kisses your forehead with all the love he can muster. it's the last thing you feel before drifting off on his thick, pillowy chest.

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a/n: lowk a continuation of the chest kink (?) from the summer sundaes fic

[s-uwu-kuna]

Life of a Zen'in Wife 💍

one shot series -- by s-uwu-kuna

pairing: naoya zen'in x fem! reader

synopsis: an intimate exploration of d/s dynamics with the infamous heir to the zen'in fortune.

category: angst, some fluff, smut smut smut smut smut warnings: explic!t content, minors and ageless dni. each part has its own warnings. naoya is his own warning. sadist dom!naoya. masochist sub!reader. general themes of misogyny. non-sorcerer au. author's note: i h8 naoya. but he's so fucking fun to write. read about my personal frustrations with this man here and here. taglist is open -> comment to be added (must have age in bio)

ao3 🗃️ series files ⁀➴

01 🍷 The Table ── your first date with Naoya 02 👑 Mad King ── one year married, you charm him 03 😈 Evil Man ── two years married, you piss him off 04 💎 Made For It ── Naoya wants you preg asap 05 ❤️‍🔥 A Man's World ── coming soon BONUS: 🏆 Trophy ── your wedding night

💍 jjk masterlist 💍 rules / faq 💍 dividers by: @/thecutestgrotto @/saradika-graphics 💍 banner by: yours truly

[to00fu]

gojo between work

ref from here !

[sveraia]

i need him in ways you dont understand

[dickerystuf-art]

Toji working hard🤤

[lilithkleia]

because i don’t want to be in anyone’s arms but yours.

your ex boyfriend, sukuna is used to you patching him after games—with you no longer in his life, he can feel his skin start to crawl with you so out of reach. that is until his nephew, yuji, decides to give you a call. ⸝⸝ art :: @/679sinner ⸝⸝ cw :: panic attacks

sukuna could feel his heart trying to thump out of his chest while the referee raised his arm to declare his win. he'd won, again and again, time after time, so why'd it feel so worthless now? he could feel the cut on his lip, the taste of blood lingering on his tongue while a sense of dread settled in his stomach.

because this time around, it wouldn't be a familiar pair of arms cupping his face, it wouldn't be you gently trying to dress his wounds, it'd have to be a blur of different medics and nurses taking care of him. and the very thought had his stomach lurching.

the scent of iodine hit him first—something he never paid attention to while he rushed in the medic's ward, he was used to making a beeline towards you, with his head immediately resting in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent until his mind finally clears. sukuna ryomen no longer had that privilege.

he sat on one of the beds, his wounds getting treated and for a second he felt like crawling out of his skin. because it felt wrong, having someone else see him like this after his matches, dressing his wounds, a job that was once dearly yours, watching them move their hands on him, he could feel pits forming in his stomach.

he wanted to bite something—yell, scream, shove the nurse off of him, absolutely anything to have her stop touching his skin. 

and it was unfair—it'd been months since he talked to you so why was getting bad now? he ruined this in the first place, avoiding you, trying to recklessly ruin the relationship because he didn't think he deserved you. it was his fucking fault to begin with.

and it only started to flood his brain now, how his entire world revolved around you, how you were basically everywhere—in the seat that you always sat at when he fought, in the ward when he finished a fight, and in the corner of the room, talking to his friends, laughing with a drink in hand like tomorrow was always promised to the two of you.

"fuck."

"sorry, did that sting, sir?" the nurse was sitting up, moving the cotton swab away from his face, her eyes filled with concern, and for a second if sukuna shut his eyes he could've pretended it was you. 

he simply grunted in response, holding onto the wall and pulling himself together.

"we're done here, right?" he could barely get the words out, his heart starting to beat a mile a minute while he tried to push through, making a beeline for his car before jamming his keys in and driving back home.

he barely acknowledged yuji on the couch, collapsing in his room the second he walked in, trying to level his breathing desperately while the room started to close in on him.

your presence still lingered—it always did, the way you'd dim the lights, the way the smell of your shampoo would stay on the pillows, now the place smelled too clean. his life was scrubbed clean of you, the sheets were white, your books and figurines were no longer littered around his place and all of it felt so wrong.

his brain was running a mile a minute, trying to reach for any remnants of your presence in the room, barely noticing yuji walk into his room.

"uncle are you okay..?" it sounded like he was walking on ice, and sukuna's breath hitched in his throat, choking on his own words while trying to answer.

"i'm fine, yuji, get out of my room." 

it's almost as if he was helpless without you. because, you, oh you always knew what to do—pulling him closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around him while he forgot about the outside world, but now he was by himself.

stuck in a room that was barebones, tangled in sheets where you once lay, choking on his own saliva while the walls of the massive room moved closer, his lungs barely working, his skin itching in the exact spots the nurse had treated, tempting him to itch them until they bled, just anything to get his body to stop trembling like a leaf.

he tried to stop dissociating, holding onto the sheets, trying to execute the things his therapist had taught him, but fuck, it was harder to focus the more his vision blurred and blacked out, he could barely overhear yuji dialing your number.

—

"hey y/n?" yuji sounded panicked, it'd been months since he tried to call you, ever since sukuna.

"yeah, yuji what's wrong?" you asked, because yuji only ever called when sukuna was in trouble.

"it's sukuna again, do you think you could—."

"i'm on my way."

because no matter what happened, some things never changed, and the only person who could drag sukuna's mind back was you, it always had been you. and that would never change.

—

you were there in a flurry, speeding through the roads before barging in, still holding onto the copy of the keys you had to his place.

"where is he."

yuji pointed in the direction of his room, watching you almost sprint there.

"ryo."

you could see him snap out of it, jolting up almost immediately the second he heard you, staring at you with his pupils dialating like a prey animal while you inched closer to him.

"it's been a while, huh?" you tried to make things seem lighthearted, seating yourself at the edge of your bed before he moved you closer to him, moving you onto his lap and crushing you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist until it was almost suffocating but after months, sukuna felt safe.

his eyes were already brimming with tears, with your hands reaching to run your fingers through your hair, with his head rested on the crook of your neck, flipping you over until he was laying on top of you.

his mind was still a fucked up mess, his wounds barely treated his mind just fixated on how he lost you—he could barely believe you were here with him now, holding him like you used you, your expression kind and calm, he had to hold onto you tight enough to make sure you were real. that you were actually here.

he was sniffling against you, clinging to you like a child, the choked sobs leaving his throat while he held onto you.

"i guess some things don't change, ryo."

"don't leave."

"w—what?"

"don't leave again. i'll be good this time, i swear. i'll do everything right, i can't risk losing you again."

and in all the time you'd known sukuna, that was the most genuine he'd ever been. and that scared the living shit out of you. but, there was nothing to lose, right?

did i lose my edge u guys. guys.

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[irenes-libary]

Lovers might Rock?

Synopsis: You and your friend group are all influencers. You know who else is an influencer? That’s right, the guy you’ve had a crush on since middle school. You decided it’s finally time to take your chance and ask him out but what happens when another girl enters the picture and you make the dumb mistake of fake dating Satoru to make him jealous? 

Genres: fluff,crack(?), misunderstanding trope 

Parings: Nonchalant (chalant) reader x Nonchalant (chalant) Choso 

Divider by: @/pepsipoest

Author’s note: I’m lowkey making this up as I go. Hopefully you guys like it! And update on that Choso hc I’m slowly adding some stuff in it! 

the girls | the guys

Okay great gatsby

Mayor of delusional town

I miss my wife

Deal or Deal? pt2

Does she know about the DORE?

YOU'RE DATING WHO?

2 baddies 1 Porsche?

Boxing match

tba

tba

tba

[kvbvni]

first post kinda nervy || inspired by @tays-writing camboy!nerdjo fic (peep fratjo in the corner)

[tays-writing]

This is so beautiful, I'm crying !!!!

[mayegasm]

ᢉ𐭩 両面宿儺 | sukuna has strict chamber rules.

ʚ c.w | fluff ⋮ married couple ⋮ sukuna's strict program .

" get out. " his voice was sharp through the walls of your shared chambers, sharper than how it usually was when he spoke of you. let alone to you. displeasement was all over his face and body language; all four arms crossed with a scowl creasing his aged brow.

you sat confused and alarmed, as to you, it just looked he was in a very bad mood. perhaps because you spent too much time in the hot springs this evening than he would've liked? you truly had no idea. " excuse me? "

his brow arched, " out. you're not allowed in our chambers like that. hasn't uraume told you? i expect they would without fail. perhaps my request fell upon deaf ears. "

uraume had came to your session in the hot springs passing on a message, something about what sukuna expects from you in your shared abode. the steam from the heated water you soaked in was much too tranquil for you to pay any mind to his request, dismissing uraume with a simple ' mhm. ' now you pay the price. " i won't repeat myself. "

" my lord, surely it doesn't call for this? just tell me what you ask of me, " in secrecy, you think your husband liked to hear you beg like this. with normal conversation, you wouldn't have to pry context from his stubborn mouth. or mouths... rather. " plus, would it not be a better idea to tell your wife your needs up front? " to suggest him something could end two ways; rarely going well.

he seemed to bite his cheek briefly, the way it dented and his jaw shifted. his eyes remained narrowed at you, but the scowl softened. had he not have a knack for making you beg, he wouldn't be slightly entertained. " i want us both naked, whenever we unite in our chambers past sundown. " he saw your eyes widen and your mouth begin to open in protest, "you're already striking a nerve of mine, wife. tread lightly."

you took a deep breath, surpressing your emotion in your tone the best you could manage. " ... naked? "

his expression barely shifts, relaxing his brows slightly. " is there still an issue with your ears, or is this merely your lack of comprehensive ability?" he began to close the distance between you two, eyeing the robe around your body with disgust. " it's a simple request. "

" a very intimate request. "

his eyes flickered with offense, " intimate? we are wed, bound to each other for life. there should be no issue with sharing our bodies freely and embrace our nudity in such a private space. " he leaned in, his voice lowering to a purr. " furthermore, i find your modesty annoying. this is hardly a crime. are you objecting? "

you weren't opposed, no, not at all. simply surprised. you remember reading his poetry that he tried to hide from you, and in some, it discussed the beauty and purity of the human body. to want to share that beauty is something he found admirable and a form of art.

" no... never. " that pleased him, his expression softened for the majority. you found yourself wrapped in four large arms and pulled back against his chest, the silent worry of the mouth on his stomach biting or licking you at any second.

he looked at peace for the first time that day.

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