do you think jooyeon is into roleplay? if yes, what themes does he like?
[nsfw] jooyeon + roleplay
jooyeon would love roleplay as a treat sometimes !! here are some his preferred scenarios :p
~ mutual affair:
something about whisking you away from an ill-fitted other, showing you what real pleasure is like, gets jooyeon going. he knows he's your one and only, but his ego is boosted every time you whine into the pillow while he has you ass-up on the bed, limbs spread and bites littering your shoulders and thighs. "he couldn't fuck you like this, could he sweetheart?" he'd tease, each word punctuated by a harder thrust into your soaked heat. his knees hurt, they're digging into the mattress as he as you bent impossibly tight. you manage to turn your head to the side and shoot jooyeon a glance behind you. "you-fuck, you're not seriously gonna go back to her after this?" you sputter out, not getting out another word before jooyeon's large palm is gripping your scalp and shoving you back into the mattress, making sure your ass is higher up in the air and your arms locked behind you. he's the best fuck you'd ever had or will have, he'd make sure of it.
~ stripper x client:
a bit basic, but he can’t say he doesn’t love the lap dance that precedes having you bouncing on his dick, your stringy top barely holding onto your chest. if you wear a thong, he’s go really crazy. pulling on the thin material, snapping it against the skin of your ass as you move up and down his length. "is this the treatment you give everyone, angel?" he sighs as you pull down on your bra cup, revealing your perfect tits to his waiting mouth. "no, not everyone..." you drawl, your fingertips dancing up and down his neck. you come down to his adam's apple, nipping and ghosting over the raised skin. "only for a certain handsome guy who walks in here looking for something." he licks up your chest, first the underside of your breast, then trailing up past your nipple and ending at your collarbone, biting the skin to make it flare up. "i'm expecting a show, pretty." jooyeon grips the fat of your ass firmly, making you yelp. "so give me one."
~ puppyplay:
i couldn't talk about jooyeon and roleplay without talking about puppyplay, obviously. i think he enjoys being the pet and the owner, but one time you were both so pent up and needy that you ended up both melting into whiny, drooly puppies! jooyeon didn't even have time or the need to take his boxers off, he just sat you right on his clothed dick and started grinding up into you, letting his precum seep through into your panties. "m-more...gimme more, puppy." your hand finds itself in his hair, gripping his locks softly at first. poor jooyeon, he just can't keep his hands (or mouth) off you! he's sucking away at your tits, his soiled crotch bumping up into your cunt. "mfgh-puppy, fuck... wanna fuck you puppy...full of my kits...can i do that? please puppy i'll fuck you so good.." folds you into the meanest and firmest mating press to make sure you're completely full <3 the room is filled with only desperate whines and pants as jooyeon completely ruins the both of you.
❝ what's worse than one idiot in love? two idiots in love. this poor friend group has had to suffer through their inability to communicate enough, but maybe this summer retreat is the perfect opportunity to finally confess some not so secret feelings❞
pairing friend!choso x f!reader
wc 10.9k
content mdni, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, mutual pining, multiple characters (gojo, sukuna, geto, shoko, nobara, yuuji, megumi), choso is down bad and everyone knows it, idiots in love, summer fun, jealousy, hidden feelings (from a few people mm...), love confessions, dry humping, soft dom choso, body worship, fingering, praise kink, handjob, oral (m receiving), piv sex, cuming inside, pet names (baby), aftercare, alcohol, crushes, minor injuries, friend group dynamics, soft intimacy
a/n this is a rework of an oldddd fic of mine, updated in my current writing style <3 i hope you enjoy! the choso art is by @torucider
The salty summer breeze was the first thing you noticed when your eyes started to blink awake.
It wasn't like the smell of the city, no, it was fresh and gentle, filling up your lungs with the promise of heat, fun, and sun ahead of this much anticipated holiday. Your arms stretched far above your head, and a long sigh escaped your lips as you felt every muscle loosen up atop this unfamiliar bed.
Slowly. Everything moved slowly.
Considering your hectic city life, slow felt good. Maybe this getaway really was a good idea, and you made a mental note to express your gratitude to Shoko for suggesting it and practically forcing you into saying yes.
She was right – this was exactly what you needed. The trip had barely started but you were already sold. All you needed was some quality time away with your best friends.
Doctors really did know best.
But among the chirping birds and the distant crashing waves, another noise caught your attention. More… human this time. A laugh you'd recognise anywhere.
It seemed your peaceful morning wouldn't last very long.
You turned to look at your phone with a groan, the screen shining a bright "7am" right in your face.
It was way too early.
But when did that ever stop Satoru Gojo?
You tried to ignore the noise for as long as you could, but eventually your interest was peeked by the commotion. It's not like you could avoid the group you chose to come on this vacation with forever, after all.
So you opened your door, leading straight to the open patio of the villa you and your friends had rented for a quiet summer getaway. Maybe it was your fault for ever believing that was a real possibility.
You were promised cocktails by the pool, sunbathing on the grass, and wholesome bonfire nights. Knowing this group, you had expected a little bit of chaos, sure – but why the hell was Gojo grinning like a maniac, with a water gun pointed directly at a drenched, and, not at all amused Sukuna at 7 in the fucking morning?!
“You have 3 seconds...” the pink haired one murmured under his breath, his voice a promise of a million ways he could and would kill Satoru.
You wondered how long Gojo had even been planted outside the other man's door to perform this ambush, considering Sukuna had barely stepped outside of his room before being attacked. From Gojo's wide smile, he was clearly pleased with how the plan went.
"One…" he started counting, but Satoru didn't move. Considering even this far away Sukuna made your blood run cold, you did respect Satoru for standing his ground.
"Two…" Sukuna snarled, and, to his dismay, was met with another splash right on his already soaked face.
He wouldn't bother counting to three.
Your white haired best friend ran backwards as fast as he could, still facing Sukuna to continue his unrelenting water gun assault. A loud "Worth it!" escaped his lips, but the sound was cut off half way when Sukuna began his chase.
Unlucky for him, it seemed it was all a trap – Suguru was already joining in the fray, jumping in from behind one of the deck chairs.
Well… it was nice to know them.
“Can we not start the day with murder...” groaned a voice coming from the door next to yours, and your brain immediately forgot about the war raging on a few feet away.
Choso stood there. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, torso in full display with nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low from his hips. It was rude to stare, but… come on, it was impossible not to.
I mean, looking like that should be illegal.
Choso's muscles were curved in all the right places, perfectly toned from his shoulder's to his abs and everywhere in between. Damn the universe for making your crush be this ridiculously hot – at least if he wasn't you'd have some hope of getting over it.
You had had a crush on Choso ever since his little brother Yuuji introduced him to the friend group. It was love at first sight, or, well, lust at first sight. The love thing came later. Not that you'd ever admit it to yourself or anyone else, of course.
Even though you went to bed thinking of him most nights, and could barely stand in his proximity without feeling the heat pooling around your cheeks. You kept telling yourself he was just a man, just attractive, you had crushed before and everything turned out fine. It just took time, but you could get over it.
I mean, remember how you had a crush on Gojo when you had just met? Looking at the idiot being tackled by Sukuna now, you could barely remember what that even felt like.
It would be fine. There was still hope.
But then Choso turned to you – his posture immediately straightened, and you could have sworn you saw the tips of his ears turn pink.
“Oh...morning” he said, smiling softly at you.
Damn that stupid smile.
You opened your mouth to reply, but another mess of pink hair suddenly peeked out from over his shoulder, way too excited for this hour. “Water gun fight?!” Yuuji yelled, running back into the room to find his own weapon.
Choso stepped out of the way with a sigh, watching his little brother run into the grass to join in Gojo's and Geto's bullying of Sukuna. You half expected him to join in just to protect him, but… he didn't.
He just stayed right there, dark eyes shifting from your face, to the floor, then back to your face. He almost seemed nervous, or maybe you were reading too much into it.
“Did you sleep well? I hope they didn’t wake you” he asked finally, that deep voice that made your knees weak.
You just nodded and smiled gratefully, always struggling to find words around him. It was really sweet of him to ask. But it didn't mean anything, Choso was sweet, everyone knew that, it's not like you were special or anything. He looked back at you with those careful eyes you loved so much, his mouth opening up to say something when–
He immediately got splashed with water.
“They made me” said a very guilty Megumi, on the other end of a water gun that was still pointing at Choso.
You brought a hand to your mouth to stifle a laugh at Choso's surprised expression, trying to keep your eyes from the way the water dragged along his muscles and dripped on the floor.
“Come on bro!” yelled Yuuji, still running along the grass. “Revenge!”
Choso let out a small chuckle that definitely said it’s too damn early for this, but went inside to find his water gun anyway. Just like you expected – he'd always rush to his little brothers side.
You actually really liked that about him.
So you stood by your door, taking in the scene as it evolved in front of you.
Sukuna had now seized Gojo’s weapon and split it in half, turning his attention to Suguru, who was running to refill his ammo with the water from the pool. From the way Satoru looked pleased, you guessed he was definitely hiding a spare water gun somewhere.
Yuuji and Megumi were running circles around the pool and trying to splash each other, the dark haired one definitely more invested than he let on. You watched Choso run to his brother's defense, aiming perfectly at the other one's back, before Yuuji betrayed him and splashed his neat twintails.
But Choso didn't mind, laughing along with it.
It's just a crush, you repeated to yourself like a mantra. Be cool.
Finally, you spotted the girls. They watched the scene from the bean bags on the other side of the grass, Shoko smiling with a cigarette already dangling from her lips, and Nobara wildly waving in your direction.
You couldn't help your smile at the way the morning had unfolded.
The sun was shining bright above your perfect little circle of chaos, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
“Idiots, all of them” Nobara groaned as you sat down on the bright green bean bag next to hers. She had a hat on to protect from the sun, and the most stylish pajama set you think you had ever seen.“Who has that much energy at this hour?!”
"It's better for them to let it out early" Shoko hummed, blowing smoke into the breeze.
"I haven't even had coffee yet" Nobara complained, throwing her had back and covering it with the hat.
"I think it's kinda cute" you said, watching as they all ran around.
"Yeah, yeah" Nobara mocked. "We all know who you think is cute"
"What are you–"
Before you could complete the question, a jet of water hit you square across the face, splashing everywhere from your chest to the girls sitting next to you.
“What the hell?!" you groaned, casting a very mean stare at the white haired menace in front of you. Of course it would be him.
“Oops” Gojo hummed, a litte guilty. As expected, a fresh water gun was already in hand. “I missed?”
“Who exactly were you trying to hit?” you growled at your best friend, motioned to the others still splashing each other on the other side of the patio. If this was his attempt at getting you to join in the fun, it wasn't working.
The girls stared at him too, soaked and annoyed, but suddenly Nobara's eyes widened and she passed you her hat, motioning to cover your chest with it. Only then had you noticed.
For fucks sake. You were wearing white.
“You pervert!” you yelled, throwing a sandal at your best friend, though he caught it with ease.
“Just a happy coincidence, princess!” Gojo retorted, ducking from the sandals Nobara and Shoko threw his way too. "Ow! I'm sorry! I'll give you my shirt, here, I'm not even looking–"
The commotion easily caught everyone else's attention.
“I swear to God, Satoru–” you growled, but as he promised, Satoru had already thrown his soaking shirt for you to shield yourself with, a chorus of apologies still leaving his lips. "I really didn't realise–"
“What’s going on?” Choso cut in. Water dripped from his dark strands, and his breathing was a little heavily from rushing over so fast. But he suddenly stopped, dark eyes immediately narrowing at Satoru's half naked body standing over your group, and his wet dark shirt clinging on to your body.
His eyebrow twitched slightly and his jaw clenched, but he still looked at you with kindness. “Are you ok?” he asked you directly, completely ignoring everything else.
Nobara pointed at Gojo, whose mouth fell open in a silent gasp. “Satoru was being a pervert” she deadpanned, as Shoko nodded solemnly.
“I said I’m sorry!” Satoru yelled, putting both his hands up in surrender. "We all make mistakes!"
“You’re an idiot” Choso rolled his eyes at his friend, holding out his hand to help you stand up.
“And you’re too obvious” Gojo retorted with a wink, running off before he could catch the way Choso snarled at his comment.
But whatever grimace Choso threw in Gojo's direction, it was all gone when you accepted his hand. Suddenly, his focus was completely locked on you.
"I'm ok" you smiled, the touch lingering for a little longer than necessary. “Needed to get changed anyway”
Physically, your body was going through your luggage, looking for something to change into, but your mind was gone – the butterflies still danced in your stomach, reminding you of how quickly Choso had come to your rescue just now. At the way his hand fit so perfectly around yours. And God he looked so good in those–
“Am I interrupting your spiral?” Nobara clapped her hands to get your attention. You had completely forgotten her and Shoko had come in after you. “Are you gonna answer the question or not?”
You pursed your lips, exploring your memories but coming out empty handed. “Sorry, what was the question?” you asked awkwardly.
"We lost her" Shoko sighed.
“I swear to God...” Nobara exhaled, standing up to join you by the suitcase. She looked over the mess with a hand on her hip and another under her chin, analyzing the options like this was extremely important. Finally, she seemed to have made her choice, raising a swimming costume up near your head.
"If you want impress him, this one”
You blinked up at her, opening your mouth to ask who, but everything about the way she glared at you screamed don't play dumb with me.
So you snapped the swimwear from her hands, throwing yourself on the bed next to Shoko. “What was your question?” you sighed, staring at the ceiling so your friends couldn't read the embarrassment in your face.
“I asked if you’ve fucked him yet” she declared, matter of fact.
“Nobara! No!” you sat up so fast the blood rushed to your head, putting your hands forward to motion her to be quiet. But the other two just stared at you, waiting. “He’s not like that" you completed with a surrendering exhale.
"You guys are not together?" Shoko raised an eyebrow.
You just shook your head side to side, biting the inside of your cheek. "We haven’t even kissed" you admitted.
The two gasped at this very unexpected new information.
“You’re joking” Nobara crossed her arms. “He looks at you like you’ve been married for decades already”
“Well, he hasn’t said anything to me and I...I don’t know!" you stood up, pacing across the room, finally able to get these feelings off your chest. "What if we’re wrong and he doesn’t even like me?"
“Don’t be an idiot. Everyone knows" Nobara huffed out.
"You’re the only one who’s questioning it” Shoko agreed.
That made you stop pacing.
“Everyone?” you asked.
“Everyone” Nobara repeated. “It’s disgusting”
That at least got a laugh out of you. “Thanks” you murmured, looking down at your hands. You didn't even know if this realisation made you feel happy or anxious – the stakes were just too high.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever” Nobara waved it off, walking towards the door. “But seriously, that one” she completed, pointing at the swimming costume in your hand.
It was a little more… bold than you would normally wear, but hey – maybe it was about time you took your friends advice. They were the ones witnessing you fall apart over this crush for years already anyway.
Maybe it was time to be a little more bold.
You stepped out of your room a few minutes later. Hair fixed with a pair of sunglasses on top, and the swimming costume Nobara had chosen expertly hugging your figure.
Every head snapped to you as you walked towards the group.
Nobara looked proud. Shoko nodded in encouragement. Satoru let out a wolf whistle, and Choso… looked very much not ok.
In fact, he looked like something had short circuited in his brain.
“She broke him” Gojo whispered, earning a laugh from Suguru next to him.
“Pathetic” Sukuna just rolled his eyes.
“Over here!” Nobara waved with a wicked smile of approval.
Most of the group seemed to be half asleep already, all sunbathing by the pool after a busy morning with all the running around and death threats. You could swear Yuuji was snoring softly, distracting Megumi from his book every few seconds, who looked over at him with an annoyed sigh every time.
"Nice of you to join us" Satoru grinned, moving over to the side to open up space for you.
Right next to Choso.
Had the girls been right about everyone knowing?
"You all look half asleep" you rolled your eyes, sitting next to the dark haired man, but trying to avoid eye contact at all costs. If they all knew…
Did Choso know too?
Did he think you were an idiot?
"We're recharging" Suguru nodded, that casual smile of his.
"Tch. Weak" Sukuna muttered from the side, resting his hand on two bent elbows as he relaxed on the grass.
"You were asleep ten minutes ago" Suguru retorted.
"I wasn't" he growled. He probably was. "The only one asleep is Itadori"
That seemed to wake him up like a spell. "I'm awake!" he said, standing up so fast Megumi almost dropped his book on the pool. "Is it time for another water gun fight?" he asked eagerly.
"I don't have any more guns left" Satoru pouted, while Sukuna opened an evil grin.
Yuuji started listing off different games you could all play, and little by little, everyone seemed to regain the energy. Gojo barely let the man speak, cutting in every half second to offer his own suggestions or agree excitedly with what he was already proposing.
Everyone was joining in the conversation, apart from… you and Choso. Who looked at you like he definitely wanted to say something, but wasn't quite sure on how.
"You look beautiful” he said finally, when your eyes happened to meet. You didn't even mean to, but it seemed neither of you could keep avoiding this dance for too long. “That’s a great colour on you” he completed, cheeks growing an adorable shade of red.
You hoped he couldn't see in your face the way your heart was leaping out of your chest.
“Thank you, Choso” you smiled, biting the inside of your cheek.
“So it’s settled!” Gojo snapped your attention back to the group, clapping his hands dramatically. “The first game is chicken fight – the winning team gets control over the speaker for a full 2 hours!”
Shoko and Suguru immediately exchanged a conspiratorial nod. Megumi let out an exasperated sigh, but didn't argue. Nobara rolled her eyes and asked if Gojo was thirteen. Yuuji fist bumped the air, excited like a golden retriever, and Sukuna seemed too enticed by the reward to object.
Choso, in a moment of courage, turned to you, swallowing hard. “Do you want to–”
“You’re with me, princess!” Gojo scooped you up before Choso could finish his sentence. “Let's talk strategy!”
The sun shone bright up above where the four teams met in the middle of the swimming pool, ready for the first brawl.
Nobara announced there was no way in hell she was getting on anyone’s shoulders, so she lunged in the shade as the self appointed referee. "Remember, no fowl play" she instructed. "Did you hear that, Sukuna?"
The pink haired man only rolled his eyes, the only indicator that he was listening.
Team number one was you and Gojo: Team The Honoured Ones. You sat tall on his shoulders, as Satoru held you down with firm hands on your thighs, pretending not to notice the way Choso looked murderously at him.
Team number two was Yuuji and Megumi – the latter looking like he'd rather be anyone else. Their team name was Black Flash, which Megumi only agreed to so Yuuji would stop talking.
Team number three was Shoko and Suguru, who looked far too ready for this. Shoko barely waved where she sat atop Suguru's shoulders, the two the very image of serene confidence. Their team name was Uzumaki, suggested by Suguru.
Team number four was Choso and Sukuna: The Cursed Duo. After a long argument, Choso relented and agreed to sit on Sukuna’s shoulders. He had a bit of a pout on his face, you suspected because Yuuji had gone straight to Megumi, but when he saw you – it changed into a smile.
You were halfway through waving at him before Satoru tapped your thigh incessantly. "Focus, princess" he complained. "You're on my team"
If only you weren't resting atop his shoulders, you would have noticed a little pout in Satoru's handsome face. It wasn't like him to be this possessive over you, but it's not like you weren't used to his taunting and teasing.
"I was just assessing the competition" you quickly recovered yourself. "Who are we going for first?"
Satoru hummed underneath you, pondering the question. "I doubt Choso will go against Yuuji, so I can only assume they'll come for us or Suguru" he started, like a professional tactician. "I say we go for Yuuji and Megumin to avoid Sukuna and your boyfriend"
"My wha–"
"I don't trust Suguru and Shoko, look at them" he immediately cut in, bringing your attention to the other two, still calmly waiting for the brawl too start, not even exchanging a word, like they could speak telepathically. "They're too calm" Satoru squinted, suspicion all over his voice.
"You're right" you hummed, started to feel a little nervous. "But what if they come for us?"
"True" Satoru sighed. "We should be ready for anything"
You nodded, swallowing thickly as you prepared mentally.
"Ready?" Nobara yelled from her reclining chair, laying back to enjoy the sun. "Go!"
The word had barely left her lips before Sukuna was lunging towards Satoru. Clearly someone still wanted to take revenge on the water gun attack from earlier.
And to your complete dismay, Team Uzumaki was quickly moving towards you too.
"Satoru!" you yelled, but his hands were strong where he held you down.
"Fight, princess!" he urged, and the sound of someone sinking was enough to snap your attention back to the game.
Team Black Flash hadn't survived the first charge, with Megumi collapsing from on top of Yuuji before they had barely moved an inch.
At least that left you with only two other teams to worry about. But Yuuji sinking had caught Choso's attention, distracting him.
This was a perfect opportunity.
But before you could extend your hands to try a shy push at Choso's shoulders, Suguru had already reached your team.
"You're getting slow, Satoru" he taunted, Shoko immediately grabbing you by the shoulder's with a non chalant "sorry".
You managed to interlock your hands with hers, the two of you laughing and not trying all that hard to push the other off. Suddenly, though, your body sank deeper, and Shoko's face twisted in surprise as she plummeted off Suguru.
"Fault!" Nobara yelled. "You're not supposed to kick the opposing teams, Satoru"
"That was never a rule!" he yelled, as Suguru and Shoko emerged, scowling at their white haired friend and his cheese eating grin.
Following a quick discussion where Sukuna agreed brute force from the base players should be allowed, Team The Honoured Ones were named the victors of the first round.
Naturally, Shoko and Suguru decided they'd rather have a smoke in the sun instead, and withdrew from the competition, calling fowl play.
"They're just bad losers" Satoru sighed, already helping you up on his shoulders again.
This meant there were only three teams standing this time.
Megumi and Yuuji had decided to switch positions, with Yuuji now standing proud on poor Megumi's shoulders. You and Gojo exchanged a glance, knowing very well what this meant – Sukuna and Choso were definitely coming towards you first.
"Ready!" Nobara called again. "Go!"
As expected, Sukuna and Choso rushed towards you – and Satoru rushed towards them.
“You’re going down!” Gojo yelled at the other team, wide smile all over his face.
“Try it” Sukuna retorted with an evil grin.
While you and Choso looked very much terrified on top of the other two.
Your hands snapped forwards, trying to reach for your crush even while your whole body felt as if electrocuted from the sheer anticipation of being that close to him.
The fact that Satoru kept waving you around frantically didn't help – every time you thought you had an opening, you were somehow swerved in the other direction.
What the hell were he and Sukuna doing down there?!
You finally managed to reach your hands towards Choso, but he blocked your attack with a loud "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? I–"
“You have to push her” Sukuna growled from beneath him, clearly growing angrier and angrier at his teammates inability to harm you.
But just as he opened his mouth to complain again, his pink head disappeared into the water, taking your crush with him.
And thus, Team Cursed Duo was defeated.
"No complaining, Sukuna" Nobara clicked her tongue as the latter reemerged and immediately went for Gojo's throat. "You're the one who agreed to it"
The three teams regrouped for the third and final round.
The rules were clear this time: any attacks coming from the base players would result in immediate disqualification, and bluetooth speaker rights would be revoked for the time being. It seemed his defeat had changed Sukuna's mind fairly quickly.
"Don't worry, we got this" Satoru reassured from under you, and you offered another proud nod.
Your heart still beat fast from last brawl, and more so from how close you and Choso had been.
It was ridiculous, you felt ridiculous – but somehow, you thought you might not be the only one.
Because Choso himself seemed very preoccupied with looking anywhere else but at you, his gaze firmly fixed on the water and the sky and his brother like the whole world was far too interesting.
You tried to catch his gaze, give him a thumbs up that indicated he didn't hurt you, but every time you happened to catch his eyes he averted them straight away. And you could swear the tips of his ears were turning pink.
"Choso is acting weird" you said to Satoru, keeping your voice low.
You noticed the mess of white hair move from between your thighs, before he let out a low chuckle. "Someone's jealous" he hummed, amused.
"Jealous?" you questioned, tilting your head. It was true Choso didn't have his usual calm expression, and his arms were firmly crossed over his middle while Sukuna tried to argue some strategy. His jaw was locked tight, face turning into a tiny grimace.
It was adorable how he seemed to have no control over his facial expressions.
But…jealous?
"Of what?" you asked again, and you heard Satoru scoff.
"I'm pretty handsome, you know" you could feel him roll his eyes without even having to see it.
"Sure, but" you retorted. "Why would he be jealous of you? We're friends"
To your surprise, Satoru didn't argue again. You expected a tease, for him to say something along the lines of you're not my type anyway. But… it didn't come. If anything, you could have sworn you heard him sigh.
"Of course" he agreed, a few seconds too late. "Now focus, princess"
Nobara was already raising a hand, and motioning the beginning of the third brawl.
Team Black Flash were steadier this time, completely ignoring you and heading to Team Cursed Duo instead. "Come on bro, show me what you got!” Yuuji yelled, putting his hands up to reach for his brother.
Choso's hands locked with his as he tilted his body to the side. He was trying his hardest to not hurt Yuuji, of course, but the pressure was too much for poor Megumi to handle, and he ended up sinking after putting up a fair fight. Later, everyone agreed it was a honourable defeat.
"Yuuji? You ok?" while Choso was distracted by scanning the water for his brother, Team Honoured Ones attempted a sneak attack.
Satoru tried his best to be quiet, though that wasn't really his forte. Right as you were getting ready to push Choso, Sukuna turned around in the blink of an eye – and your hands ended up finding your opponent's chest instead of his broad shoulders.
Choso’s body jolted straight like the sudden contact had electrocuted him. He instinctively reached for your wrists, closing his large palms around them when you welcomed it with a laugh. Encouraged by your playful smile, he began trying to tip you over, but you were stronger than you looked.
Sukuna wasn't as amused, though. With a hinge of his hips, he tipped his weight forwards – and before you knew it, Choso was falling into you and you were falling backwards, losing all balance.
Gojo tried his best to hold on to your legs and stabilise you, but was quickly overpowered by the weight of both you and Choso falling fast, and soon he was submerged too.
The water filled your open mouth as you sunk slowly, your hands desperately reaching forwards, until it found his. Choso had already locked your hands together, his other hand finding your waist to pull you out of the water as fast as possible.
"I'm sorry" he panted, completely drenched himself, helping you hold on to the edge of the pool.
Despite the coughing from the sudden water you had inhaled, you still managed to laugh. "Don't worry about it" you waved it off.
“Team Cursed Duo wins” Sukuna announced, but Choso didn't seem that interested in celebrating.
Despite the enduring sunlight, night time eventually came, bringing with it a more forgiving breeze to squelch the heat.
Because of the changing rules during chicken fight, no one could decide who had the rights over the speaker. Sukuna and Satoru had spent a good thirty minutes complaining, all the while Suguru took control of the music.
Nobara and Shoko were busy making everyone cocktails, but after you had been the test subject to a few too many failed attempts, you decided to excuse yourself to the furthest bean bag, and just let the summer breeze tickle your skin before your friends could get you too drunk.
Right now, you were in a perfect state, somewhere between tipsy and just high on the day's excitement.
Choso had been gone for a while, along with Megumi and Yuuji. It was sweet how close he was to his brother and his brother's best friend, but you couldn't deny you found yourself just…looking for him.
Every time you heard a shuffle of feet or a noise far ahead, you wondered if it was him. Looking for his presence somewhere up in the clouds and also in the nearby voices, your mind conjuring up a million scenarios and things you could talk to him about, despite being too shy to just tell him how you feel.
Was this even normal?
Did everyone with a crush just forget to function when the object of their admiration was near?
You groaned a little, sinking deeper into the chair and just staring at the stars above. They were so bright over here. So much more so than in the city.
It was only the first day, but you already didn't want to ever leave.
“Can I sit here?” a voice finally came, and you had to blink your eyes repeatedly to make sure you weren't day dreaming again, lost in one of your wild scenarios that would never come true.
No, Choso was actually standing there. Handsome and tall against the moonlight, his distracting abs now concealed in a compression shirt that was too tight for your own good.
And he was smiling.
He always smiled around you.
"Sure" you nodded, and he took a seat in the beanbag in front of you. He was clearly too large for it, and you laughed a little at seeing him awkwardly try to fit, but his adorable pout only made you laugh more.
"These aren't very comfortable" he sighed, extending his legs to try and regain some balance. They were so close to yours they almost touched – almost.
"We can move to the chairs, if you like" you suggested, though that would mean going closer to the group.
You didn't want that, but part of you also wanted to know if he did.
As much as everyone teased, you were still not that convinced he had a crush on you too. It would simply be too good to be true.
When was reality ever that kind?
Choso turned around, looking for where the other chairs were scattered. "I'm alright here" he said, despite his clear discomfort. "…If you are?" he added then, bringing his dark eyes to you.
"I'm alright here, too" you smiled.
"Good" Choso nodded awkwardly, his gaze moving from his hands, to where your legs almost touched, and then back to your face. The silence between you was a little awkward, sure, but it was far from quiet – at least on your end, the sound of your heart was loud enough to fill the whole space.
"Are you enjoying the holiday?" you asked.
"Yes" he nodded. "I'm glad Yuuji convinced me to come"
So were you.
"How did he convince you?" you asked lightheartedly, but from Choso's reaction you would have thought you just asked him something deeply personal.
"He, uh–" his hand came to rub the back of his neck, the curve of his bicep immediately catching your attention. Was this a plan to distract you again?!
Surely not. Choso wasn't one to play games – all his endearing awkwardness was exactly who he was.
"He said you were coming" he finally admitted, with a sigh.
You felt your brows furrow close, mouth opening before you even knew what to say. "You came because of me?"
"Um…yeah, I did" he confirmed, staring at his hands.
"So you weren't excited to hang out with Sukuna and Gojo?" you tried to tease, and he finally looked at you with that grimace you loved.
"Definitely not" he said, and you both laughed.
It was a gorgeous sound.
On the other side of the patio, your friends were all lost in casual conversation. Megumi and Yuuji had now rejoined the group, playing some kind of card game on the grass with Nobara. Shoko and Sukuna were talking about something, or, Sukuna was talking about something, but she seemed happy enough to listen. Satoru and Suguru were the ones standing a little further away, talking about something that seemed serious, but who could guess with those two.
"Did you hurt your hand?"
Your head snapped back to Choso, and you noticed it was only you who was distracted looking at your friends. He was focused on your wrist, and how you rubbed it softly with your other hand, flexing your fingers open and close.
You hadn't even noticed you were doing it.
"Oh" you tried to wave it off. “I think I fell at a weird angle during chicken fight” you admitted with an awkward laugh.
Choso didn't laugh, though.
“Let me see” he squinted his eyes, opening his palm for you to take.
You placed your hand on top of his, holding in your breath as Choso inspected your skin. He closed both hands around yours, focused on looking for any sign of bruising or broken skin. It didn't even hurt that much, but you weren't saying no to an excuse to have him look at you like that.
And you watched him – how beautiful he looked with his hair down, falling all messy around his handsome face; still a bit wet from the pool and clinging on to his forehead. His skin felt soft and warm against yours, the perfect contrast to the cool night breeze.
Choso's eyes darted to yours quickly, shyly, but you didn't avert yours. And so he didn't either.
How odd that this was the most tender moment the two of you had exchanged so far, and yet you couldn't bring yourself to be fully present. It felt like a dream, like you were floating high above the clouds – if it was the alcohol's doing, or the adrenaline from the day, or simply the way Choso's eyes looked at yours, you weren't sure.
But everything about this felt… magical.
Slowly, carefully, Choso closed your hand, satisfied that you weren't actually hurt. But then, he brought it close to him, as you watched with wide open eyes – as he left the tiniest kiss on your knuckles.
His face went all red, finally breaking the eye contact, and you could swear you heard his heart beat just as loud as yours.
Maybe all your friends had been right, after all.
“If you do it again, I might forget it hurts" you teased, earning a warm smile from him.
“Good" Choso hummed. "Then I’ll keep going”
Your breathing hitched as Choso touched his lips against your knuckles again, firmer this time. You instinctively opened your palm, an invitation, and Choso interlaced your fingers together, looking at you under his dark eyelashes.
“Do you… want to go somewhere else?” he whispered, and you nodded yes.
You opened the door to your room, hoping no one else from the group had noticed the two of you sneaking away. If you had only looked back you might have noticed Shoko's approving smile and Nobara's whispered "finally", as well as Satoru's puzzling stare. But you weren't exactly paying attention to them right now.
Right now, it was just you and Choso.
"Sorry it's a bit messy" you said awkwardly, noticing you hadn't had the time to clear away all the clothes you had left on the bed, in your haste to find an appropriate swimming costume. You quickly shifted your attention to it, anything to get you away from how nervous you felt, and started putting everything away again.
Refusing to look at how Choso stood awkwardly in the middle of your room, unsure of what to do. "It's fine" he tried to say, though you were hard at work. "You should see Yuuji's room"
You smiled, finishing up and placing the suitcase back on the floor. Now you really had to turn back to him.
"Do you want to get some fresh air, maybe?" you asked, again trying to calm your beating heart. There was a little private balcony at the back, with a loveseat that would do just fine. Some air would definitely help your nerves.
"Yeah" Choso agreed, following you out into the night again.
As predicted, the breeze did help you breathe easier. You sat on the loveseat right by the back wall, shuffling your feet nervously on the ground; but Choso didn't join you.
"I've been meaning to talk to you" he said, putting his hands inside his pockets. Were his trembling like yours were?
"About what?" you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, hoping he couldn't hear the anticipation in your voice.
"I just…" he started, clearly unsure of what he even wanted to say. "I've been meaning to say something, and I'm not sure if it's the best time, but–"
"You can tell me" you cut in, hands clasped together and sweating embarrassingly.
Choso's eyes narrowed at you, clearly having noticed how odd you were acting. But then he smiled. And then his smile turned into a chuckle that you joined into.
Two idiots, weren't you?
"Do you remember that one time we went to the movies?" Choso started, a little more confident than before. "The first time, maybe a couple weeks after Yuuji introduced me to your group?"
"I remember" you nodded, turning your head at the memory. You were surprised Choso even recalled it, considering how long ago it had been.
"It was some horror movie Yuuji picked" he laughed, shuffling a little. "He was so excited, but I… I could barely look at the screen. When he asked me about my favourite scene later I had to lie, and I felt terrible. I never lie to my brother"
You were a little confused, but listened to what he was telling you with a focused expression. "Why weren't you paying attention?" you asked.
Choso finally looked at you. Breathing in, and out. Taking his time.
"Because you were sitting next to me" he admitted finally. "And all I could think about was how pretty you looked"
Your mouth fell open in complete surprise, but Choso kept going.
“You... you’re incredible, you know” he exhaled. “I’ve always thought that. Every time. And the way you smiled today…"
He took a breath to steady himself, his eyes closing as if lost in memory, and the sweetest smile on his lips.
“Seeing how you smiled today made me wish I could be around to watch you smile like that every time” he continued. “It made me wish I could be the one making you smile that way”
Oh.
Oh.
You were sure your hands were still trembling, but you couldn't really feel them. It was like time itself… had just stopped.
“You are” you heard yourself say though your throat was squeezed tight, and then the dip of the loveseat as Choso settled next to you.
"Hey" he said softly, one hand finding yours where it rested nervously on your lap, the other cupping your cheek. "Don't cry" he begged you, using the pad of his thumb to dry the tears threatening to fall.
"I didn't realise I was" you laughed at yourself, leaning into his hand. "I think I'm just happy"
"Really?" Choso was the one whose voice sounded a little strained this time, but his face had a smile to match yours.
"Really" you nodded. "I didn't think you felt it too"
Choso's bottom lip pushed forward a little in a small pout hearing you say that. "How could I not?" he asked.
How could you not?
Right then, you weren't sure if you felt like an idiot for dismissing all your friends claims and waiting this long, or if the surprise just outweighed anything else.
Why did you automatically expect good things wouldn't happen to you?
Because right now, the best person you could have dreamed of was staring at you with stars in his eyes. And he wasn't pulling back.
Neither were you.
"I like you too" you finally admitted, the words you struggled with for so long finally leaving your lips. In your worse nightmares, Choso turned away or mocked you – but in reality, he didn't do any of that.
If anything, you didn't think you had ever seen him this happy.
"You do?" he repeated, like he just wanted to hear you say it a million more times.
"Yes, you idiot" you laughed at yourself. "Apparently everyone knows" you added, hoping to share some of the shame you felt.
"Yuuji said that too" he sighed, embarrassed. So that's why he had disappeared with his brother for so long.
Despite being mortified by the prospect, the two of you shared an easy laugh. One that was like a weight off your shoulders.
"I wasn't sure if I should do it here, I mean–" he started to say, interlacing your hands together. "I didn't want to make the trip awkward"
"I'm happy you did" you reassured. There was no way you would have survived this trip otherwise… not with Choso constantly half naked around you.
"You are?" he swallowed thickly, shocked at how this had gone better than expected. You wondered what his expectations were, if he also had nightmares as bad as yours.
Instead of answering, you shifted forwards a little forwards, resting your forehead on his as you let the tears flow as they needed to. Choso was right there to catch each one, with his lips this time – kissing every inch of your cheeks as the two of you breathed together like a question waiting for an answer.
When you opened your eyes and smiled at him again, Choso closed the gap.
His lips found yours tentatively at first, nothing but a soft brush as the two of you held your breath. It was when you finally exhaled deeply that he pressed against you more firmly, and your lips parted to invite him in.
You were finally doing this.
Not even your most wonderful dreams could have been better than this.
Choso explored your mouth like he was dying to learn the shape of you, your taste, every smooth curve of your lips. His hands stayed on your cheeks, enjoying how warm and soft you were, still dragging each tear away.
"Cho…" you whispered his name, pulling him into you, all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss.
You wrapped both your hands around his neck, leaning so far back you almost fell from the loveseat, but Choso was right there to pull you back. His hands hovered, a little unsure before landing on your waist, steadying you, digging into your skin with sweet reverence and desire.
"You're so beautiful" he hummed again, like he couldn't believe the two of you were finally here. The kiss was a little messy, but between each awkward bump of your noses the two of you laughed, remembering the years of affection that had led to this moment.
You pulled back a little, bringing your hands to caress his cheeks instead. "I really like your tattoo" you laughed a little, brushing your thumb over the dark stripe right above his nose. "Is now a good time to tell you that?"
Choso laughed, leaning his forehead on yours. "You could have told me anytime" he said, rocking his head side to side and enjoying where it touched yours.
"I think I was embarrassed" you admitted, biting your lower lip.
"Why?" he asked, tilting your head up so he could look in your eyes again.
How were you supposed to think of anything else when he kept looking at you like that?
"I didn't think you felt the same" you admitted, nose scrunching at how silly it all felt now.
Choso's response was to press your lips together, firmly now, a promise. "I always did" he whispered against you, making all the hairs in the back of your neck stand up.
"Why didn't you tell me?" you taunted, playfully pushing his chest back, and enjoying how that only made him pull you in more.
"I thought you might be… with someone else" he admitted, digging his hands just a little further into your waist.
"It was always you" you confessed this time, a little shy.
Choso blinked at you like that was the last thing he expected you to say.
He kissed you again – deeper, more passionate. Before you knew it, he was on top of you, your two bodies far too big for the small two-seater, but he was very careful to not crush you with his weight.
"Is this ok?" he pulled back a little, giving you space to readjust underneath him.
You nodded with a smile, wrapping both legs around his waist and pulling him back into you. The poor man blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, but he eagerly sank into you, rocking his hips against yours in a way you did not expect from sweet Choso.
Still, his touch was respectful, careful not to touch anywhere that could be too much too soon. His hands remained steady on your waist – but the growing bulge where his hips pressed pressed into you was getting harder and harder to ignore.
If he wanted you just as much as you wanted him… it was only right to be a little more forward, right?
So you bit his lip playfully, not enough to hurt but enough that his dark eyes snapped open in surprise. Your legs closed around his waist again and your hand moved down to where his was, still resting on your middle, gently encouraging it even further down.
His breathing completely stopped, but Choso allowed you to move it for him, slowly dragging his palm from your waist to your hips and, finally, settling on your thigh. Like a match had just been struck, Choso let out a guttural, deep grunt as he squeezed your flesh, lowering himself down to kiss you again.
His hips kept dragging into you with barely contained desire, all sense out the window now that you gave him permission to touch you in that way. You matched his rhythm, breath growing more and more shallow as you felt the heat pooling between your thighs.
"Fuck, Cho" you moaned, nails digging deep into his shoulders that you used to stabilize yourself. "Feels good"
"Y-yeah?" he moaned, almost a desperate whimper with how bad he wanted this.
You didn't bother responding – your body was already moving on its on, urged by this primal need you had for him. Your hands moved to remove his shirt, not caring at all that the little clothes you had on were askew, revealing far more of you than Choso thought he'd see this early on.
And you noticed the way Choso looked embarrassingly away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by staring. You looked down at your swimming costume, then back up at him with a wicked smile.
“You can take it off if you want” you suggested, perching yourself up on your elbows.
Choso wasted no time – he swallowed hard, and with a hypnotized nod, moved to undo the swimming costume you still had on.
The fabric fell down, revealing your bare chest to him. Choso looked somewhere between drunk and completely awestruck, with the way he softly gasped at you, like it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
"Can I?" he asked, a small drop of sweat trickling from his temple.
You smiled, tangling your hand onto his dark strands to urge him forwards. Choso relinquished with no push back, sinking his face into your breasts and closing both hands on them.
"Cho…" you moaned out his name, encouraging him further, all restraint out the window.
The sound of his name from your lips drove Choso absolutely insane, his large hands roughly palming your mounds as his mouth tried to give similar attention to each side, sucking and licking every inch of you. "Fuck, baby…" he whimpered between them, making you moan at the affectionate nickname.
Your hand tightened on his head, pulling his hair slightly, though it only seemed to turn him on even more. Your back arched against the love seat and Choso took the opportunity to slide a forearm behind you, making you arch into him further.
He sucked on your already hard nipples, playing and rolling it with his tongue as his eyes moved to your face, so beautiful and needy for him.
Your thighs were still squeezing his hips, his rhythm against your clothed cunt never faltering. It felt good, really good, but you wanted more.
"Cho" you called, biting your lips at him.
"Yeah, pretty?" he asked, face all flushed and eyes dilated with pure desire. Even when addressing you, he refused to stop his worship of your body.
"You can take it off" you repeated your words from earlier, hoping he'd understand what you meant. "All of it" you completed, with a roll of your hips, making a point to press against his bulge.
Choso swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath in. "You…want me to?" he asked.
Maybe it wasn't the best idea – your friends were somewhere outside, probably too drunk to care, but surely someone would notice your absence soon enough.
At least, that's what your brain would have thought if you weren't in the exact position you had been dreaming about for years.
You wanted Choso. Needed him. For far longer than you cared to admit.
So you were ok with being greedy.
"I want you to" you rolled your hips again, and that was all Choso needed.
He nodded, immediately bringing his hands to finish removing your clothes. He was clearly nervous, but when he finally began to pull the fabric down, he did it so slow it felt like torture.
Was Choso also trying to seize the moment? The thought alone made you giggle. To want someone who wanted you just as bad… it was more than you ever thought you could get.
And there was no denying Choso wanted you bad.
“You’re going to kill me...” he sighed when he revealed all of you, laying beautifully onto the loveseat, eager for him. He pushed himself back on his knees, taking his time to admire you like a painting.
His defined abs glistened in the moonlight, distracting, stealing all your focus. Choso was built so beautifully, like he had been sculpted by the gods themselves.
And it seemed he thought the same of you.
"Fuck…" he muttered as one hand dragged from your cheek, to your collarbone, to your navel. Choso took his time exploring every inch of you, letting his warm touch ghost over your skin before he took things further, like he knew he was already addicted and wanted to savour each moment.
When his hand finally reached between your thighs, he found you dripping.
"You're–" his words cut out as his fingers played with your heat, coating himself in your slick, your legs parting eagerly. His head dripped forwards, bangs covering his eyes, trying as best as he could to control himself.
Until he couldn't anymore.
Carefully, he slid one thick digit inside of you. It found no resistance, sinking into you so eager and wet, earning a loud moan that had his head snapping back to yours.
“Like this, baby?” he asked so sweetly, despite how he was already adding another finger inside to stretch you further. His fingers moved slowly at first, but soon they pumped into you faster, and faster, and you had to bring your hands to his thick forearm to brace yourself.
“Mmmh yea” you moaned, squeezing the veins that protruded from his skin, his dark eyes completely locked on where your bodies met.
"You're taking it so well" he praised, groaning when it made you clench around him. "Fuck–You like that?"
You nodded, biting your lip as you felt his movements become rougher, faster. "So beautiful like this" he praised you again.
Your back arched off the seat, and Choso again used the opportunity to snake his other arm around you, pulling you close into him. In this position, you could feel his rock hard erection against your thigh, and you were desperate to know what it felt like inside of you.
One of your hands moved to his bulge, pressing into it as Choso curled his fingers just right inside you. Choso let out a surprised breath, but didn't pull back – instead, he shifted so you could feel all of him.
Your hand found its way past his swimming trunks, your mouth immediately hanging open in shock at the sheer size of him. You moved your hand up and down, exploring, noticing how he was just as long as he was thick, the thought of taking all of him already making you drool.
"Ah" he panted, head falling to your collarbone as you continued to stroke him. Despite his closed eyes and fucked out expression, Choso never stopped the motion of his fingers inside of you, completely focused on your pleasure.
You could feel yourself getting close from his fingers alone, but you didn't want it to stop there.
“I want you” you whispered into his ear, and instantly felt his whole body jolt on top of you.
The movement of his fingers stilled for just a second, before he resumed them like clockwork. "Are you sure?" he asked you, pulling back to look in your eyes again.
How could he be so handsome and sweet at the same time.
“I'm sure” you nodded, bringing one hand to cradle his beautiful face, while the other kept stroking his cock.
Choso pressed a kiss to your lips as he slowly removed himself from you. He stood up slowly as not to hurt you, and finally began to remove the rest of his clothes.
Just as you expected, Choso was beautiful. Every inch of him. And seeing him like that, naked and towering over you with affection in his eyes, only made you need him more.
You sat up fast, your mouth opening around his cock before Choso even realised what you were about to do. You held it with one hand, giving it a shy lick first, tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue.
"Baby…" he moaned, placing one hand on your head. He didn't push, just felt the movement with you; the way you started to open up around him, taking him in your mouth inch by inch. "You're–ngh, really good at that" he groaned.
Your mouth kept the back and forwards motion, struggling with his length as it started to hit the back of your throat. Choso moaned at how it constricted around him, seconds away from coming in your mouth if he didn't pull himself back.
"You're gonna make me–" his voice shook a little, his hips chasing you already.
"What?" you asked, knowing exactly what he meant, but unable to resist seeing his lustful face.
His adams apple bobbed up and down when you playfully licked him again, the hand on your hair pulling your strands just a little bit more. Choso was close to losing control, and you loved every bit of it.
"You want me to–ngh" he tried to speak, bringing his eyes to your beautiful face. "You want me to come down your throat?"
You nodded yes, eager, salty tears starting to streak down your face. You were desperate to make him feel good, to know what he tasted like, to keep hearing those delicious noises he kept making.
But then, he pulled away again. Fast, just at the last second when he really couldn't hold it in anymore, and moved to tower on top of you, laying you back down on the loveseat. "I want to feel you first" he panted, his tip already touching your entrance while you opened your legs wide for him.
"Please" you moaned, and Choso swallowed the end of the word with a kiss. His mouth sank into you, and his cock sank into your heat, stretching you fully as you whimpered into his mouth.
He was big. Too big. And Choso was aware of it.
“Slowly” he reassured you, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’ll be gentle” he said with a kiss to the top of your head, and you had no reason to believe otherwise.
You let yourself sink into him, closing your arms around his shoulders as you began to relax. To further help, his hand moved to circle your clit, gently massaging the bundle of nerves that made you clench around him.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, starting to move his hips into you, in and out, in and out.
"So good" you whimpered, chasing his lips for a kiss again. "You're so big, Cho"
He smiled at the compliment, but didn't let the praise distract him. His touch was careful and precise, helping you relax around him and take him inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out.
"You're doing so well, pretty" he kissed the top of your head, fully sheathed into you now.
Your body clenched as it tried to adjust, and Choso was already struggling to keep his composure. But when your nails dug into his back, and you bit your lips at him, Choso knew he was done for.
He let himself pick up the pace, stretching you so deliciously all else faded to the background. All you could think about was Choso Choso Choso, and how good he felt, how warm his hands were all over your body, how delicious his tongue tasted.
"You have to be more quiet, baby" he whispered against your mouth, muffling your moans with a rough kiss.
“Fuck, Cho, you-” you tried to say, but his hips angled just right and his pace grew even faster, all your words meshing together into a whimper of pleasure instead.
“You’re so beautiful” he groaned against your lips. “So fucking beautiful like this”
Your nails were drawing blood from his shoulders, but neither of you cared. It felt too good to stop. You had wanted this for too long to stop.
Despite his earlier words, Choso was also struggling to control his sounds. His moans of pleasure filled your ears like music as he panted on top of you, kissing every inch of your face and neck he could find.
"I'm close" he said, head falling forwards as his eyes shut tight, face contorting in pleasure.
You wanted to see him like this forever.
Completely drunk in you.
“Cho” you muttered, pulling him even deeper with your legs, nails leaving marks all over his body. “Cum inside of me” you asked.
He huffed out all the breath from his lungs, struggling to believe what you had just said.
“Fuck” he grunted, hips going faster and faster. “Are you sure, baby?” he checked again.
“Yeah” you moaned in pleasure, the sounds mixing in with his as you both approached your climax.
“Not before you” he said instead, taking your clit between his thumb and index, rolling the bud carefully, knowing exactly how to drive you insane.
Your body began to shake as the heat started pooling upwards, and just as you were about to tip over the edge, Choso closed your lips with his, drinking up all your moans.
Your body was shaking, pulling him in and milking him desperately, but it was the sounds you were making that made him reach his peak.
"Take it" he grunted, slamming his hips into you as his seed began to spill. You felt the heat filling you up, and your whole body begged for more, but the only words you could get out were his name.
"Choso…" you whispered once more, and he let himself relax on top of you.
His arms closed around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he readjusted to your side, slowly removing himself from you. It was a little awkward in the two-seater, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
Being nestled into Choso's chest was everything you needed right now.
He slowly caressed your thigh, hand brushing the sweat away from your forehead and tucking your hair behind your ear. Even after all of this, he looked at you like something precious, something he needed to protect.
“Thank you” Choso whispered against your hair, leaving a kiss to your temple.
How the hell was he so sweet?
“…Thank you?” you echoed with a laugh, trying to tilt your head towards him, but Choso didn't let you – choosing to leave another kiss to your forehead, then another, and another, until you went back to resting on his chest.
“I guess...” he started, all shy. "For being you” he completed, dropping his head to the crook of your neck.
"You're really sweet" you murmured, unsure if you wanted to cry or laugh. All you knew is you just wanted to be right here.
Choso didn't reply to that, his face turning into a small pout, but he was too happy to pretend to be self conscious. "I'm sorry I took so long" he said instead.
"I'm sorry too" you nuzzled into him, hand finding his. “I’ve wanted this for a while, you know” you muttered, your face warm against his chest while Choso softly caressed your hair.
“Really?” he asked, enjoying how your words made him feel. "Me too" he admitted.
“Since when?” you asked, curious.
But Choso only let out a small chuckle. “I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you” he admitted, looking up at the sky instead of you, letting you in on a secret he had never dared utter out loud.
You followed his gaze, turning your head around to look up at the stars. It was a beautiful night. "Why today?” you asked again.
“I couldn’t hold it in anymore” he replied, resting his cheek against your head.
“Was it because I was on Gojo’s team for chicken fight?” you teased, remembering how your friend had said Choso was jealous earlier.
“No” Choso answered too quick, though his arms held you tighter. “But I can’t say I was a fan of that” he murmured shyly, earning a chuckle out of you.
"You're cute" you laughed, sinking into him.
"How's your wrist?" he asked, hand brushing over the skin that felt tender earlier.
"Doesn't hurt anymore" you noted. "Guess the kissing really did work"
Choso laughed, bringing your hand to his lips again. "As many as you need" he said against your knuckles.
"I might not ever want you to stop" you muttered, a little shy.
"I hope so" he exhaled, bringing you in closer.
You both stayed like that, holding each other in the hot summer night. You didn't speak much, but you didn't need to – so much of what you felt rested in the in between, in the space the two of you effortlessly shared. Choso just made you feel so incredibly comfortable, so perfectly safe.
You could hear some faint laughter coming from the other side of the villa, the signs of a party raging on without you, but neither of you rushed to join the group just yet.
Shoko really had been right, after all. You really needed this holiday.
You let the weight of the day wash over you, as Choso cradled your body close under the stars. All the fun and laughter and confessions, and the promises of much more to come.
And as you held each other close, you both knew – this would be a summer to remember.
i hope you enjoyed <3 this won the poll for my 1 year anniversary here on tumblr, thank you to everyone who voted and for all my readers too! hope you all have the most wonderful day/night. mwah!
nothing is ever wrong when it comes to you; if anything, choso worships the ground you walk on and rarely punishes you. ignoring your bratty behavior and choosing to praise you anyway.
“you’re beautiful. can you keep kneeling for five more minutes?”
cupping your jaw and stroking your cheek lovingly, never taking his eyes off yours. the bulge in his pants was growing bigger, and the mark on his face was changing to a darker black because of the blood rushing throughout his body.
you’re the only one who can get him like that, make his whole body hot with want.
every word that comes out of his mouth is praise, making sure that you know how good and special you are to him, how you never fail to make him feel better.
putting you in front of a mirror while he stands behind you, one hand on your hip and the other holding your jaw in place, making sure you stand still looking right at yourself.
“look at you, so beautiful and smart.”
his words were low, almost quiet.
all he’s known his entire life is to provide, to be that provider for people, and for as long as he’s lived, the only time his body has ever felt good from being that is with his brother and you.
it’s not always sexual, but he still feels the same way whether he's washing you down in the bathtub after fucking you nonstop for an hour or he's washing you off after a long hard day and all you want is his comfort.
his body still feels the same, buzzing with the same pleasure he would’ve gotten if he were balls deep inside of you.
choso loves the feeling of having to take care of you; it makes him feel good and gives him a purpose. if he can make you feel good, relaxed, or buzzy, then he succeeded.
even when you’re the one on your knees swirling your tongue on the head of his dick making him cum, he’s not worried about himself; he’s worried about you and if that made you feel good, praising you heavily.
when he sees that sparkle in your eye, then that’s when he soaks in the pleasure, more cum leaking out, his body heating up fast from you alone and you being so good.
pampering you even harder after. washing you down with your favorite body wash, drying you off, putting on his favorite lotion he likes for you to wear, and then feeding you until you get sleepy.
this is his purpose, and he has no problem with that; as long as he has you, he's happy.
I'm SICK and TIRED of the Kento Nanami mischaracterization.
(Now playing, "Sweet" - Cigarettes After Sex)
(MDNI! Lots of nsfw/sex talk, Husband!Nanami, fluff, comfort(?), smut, short drabble, Reader is heavily implied fem, pregnancy talk, I suppose? Just soft sex with Nanami.)
Kento Nanami does not fuck.
This man is not coming home after a hard day at work and "fucking the shit out of you." Half the time, he can barely get the dinner you made him in his stomach before he's crashing.
This man is not getting off on being called daddy. Or spanking you while calling you his "good little girl."
Nanami views the idea of coming home to you as the only good thing about leaving in the first place. So when he does come back home to you, he expects softness. Comfort. Not lust.
Nanami isn't a lustful man. This isn't to say he doesn't like sex. He adores it. With the right person, of course. But it's not something he does for his own greed. Kento does not fuck. He makes love.
As cheesy as he knows he'd sound if he ever said it out loud, it's the only descriptive that's ever felt right to him. Nanami doesn't want to grab you by your legs and pin you to the wall and "fuck" you. That sounds aggressive, degrading. As if his spouse, his love, his reason for coming home at all, was something to be used.
Nanami pours all of his love into having sex with you. (Literally and figuratively)
He's not grabbing your chin and spitting into your mouth. He's interlocking your fingers, his lips ghosting over yours as his forehead rests against your own.
He's not saying "look at this pretty fuckin' thing..." while admiring the way your cunt clenches around him. He's saying, "You're so pretty... my angel.." while looking into your teary eyes.
Yes, Nanami is Cumming inside of you. But it's not because he wants to "claim" you or prove he "owns" you. But because he wishes to one day start a family with you. A real family. With the love of his life.
This man isn't rolling over and falling asleep on the opposite side of the bed after sex. Nanami cleans you up as if the touch of water on its own will make you disintegrate like cotton candy. He wraps you up in his big arms, knowing there's not a single place on earth you could be safer. He's kissing the top of your head and rubbing your back as you both fall asleep.
《A/N: stop headcannoning Nanami as some weird lowk abusive freaky BDSM husband 🙏 SUKUNA IS RIGHT THERE.》
established relationship, smut with slight plot lol. barely proofread.
for @yoonsucks event~
Notes: lace stockings, kissing, oral f receiving, semi-public (people are downstairs), reader had one drink but isn't tipsy or drunk, Kento's a thighs lover (fight me)
“Thank you for coming, Choso. It means a lot to me!” You said, giving his shoulder a squeeze as you back out of the hug that he gave you.
He gave you a nod, his cheeks slightly puffing up. “Of course, wouldn't want to miss it.”
As you watched him walk back to his girlfriend, you let out a soft sigh. The room was crowded, filled with friends and family who were here to celebrate your engagement with Kento.
The sole glass of champagne you had drank today went straight to your head, as you'd forgotten to eat a proper lunch. Sure, you'd been snacking on the finger foods that Kento had prepared. But your feet hurt, your head hurt and you felt slightly overwhelmed by it all.
Scanning the big, spacious living room for an empty seat, you found one in the back corner and made your way to it. A soft huff escaped your lips as you leaned back in the chair. Your fingers traced the rim of the expensive china that Kento had gotten out of storage for this occasion, and the cold touch of it grounded you.
After a few minutes, a warm presence sat on the chair beside you. Your eyes looked up, meeting the most comforting and soft, hazel eyes. The ones you’d fallen in love with many moons ago.
“Everything okay, honey?” Kento asked, his fingers softly grazing over your exposed knee.
You nodded. “Yeah. Just taking a little break from talking to everyone. How’re you?”
He smiled, no concerned eyes behind his glasses; he knew you better than anyone.
“Good, been catching up with Gojo and Megumi.” He answered, his fingers slowly moving towards your thigh. He kept his hand there, the warmth of his skin radiated through your stockings. “Then saw that my soon-to-be-wife was sitting down, so I thought I’d check up on her.”
“You're the sweetest.” You chuckled. You crossed your legs, the fabric of your pastel yellow dress hiked up slightly and you noticed his eyes flicking to your lower body. “Something distracting you, my love?”
Kento smirked and eyed the room for a second and then slid his fingers up your thigh, his fingertips tracing the delicate lace of the top of your stockings. “These are new.”
“They are.” You mumbled, heat creeping up your cheeks. You leaned over the table, one elbow propped up onto the white tablecloth.
Kento swallowed, his eyes now flickering between your eyes and your cleavage. “Darling. Should we take a few moments to ourselves?”
His hand left your thigh, but not before giving your knee a firm squeeze. He sat up straight, slightly loosening his soft yellow –matching your dress– tie and looked at you with almost pleading eyes.
“Leave our own engagement party?” You said, fake shocked. You put your hand over your mouth as you let out a playful giggle. “Scandalous.”
“Come on.” Kento said, getting up from the ivory seating and grabbing your hand in his.
The guests didn't seem to notice the two of you sneaking upstairs, and even if they did; you couldn't care less.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Kento pressed his lips to yours and caught your body in between his and the dark wooden door. His hand immediately slid under your dress, fingers tugging at the lacey band of your stockings.
“You make me go crazy when you wear these things.” He mumbled against your lips, pulling on the stretchy lace and letting it snap back against your thigh.
Pulling him closer against you, you tangled your hands in his hair. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips. “Why do you think I wear them?”
Kento groaned softly at your response, kissing you harder.
He then backed away, just an inch, and looked at you. “How much time do we have before anyone will notice we're gone?”
“Mh, a few minutes maybe?” You replied, tracing your pointer finger over his broad chest. The dress shirt he wore was getting slightly tighter, he’d told you he’d been working out more for the wedding and it definitely showed.
It took a split second for Kento to decide what he wanted to do with you in those few minutes, but the new stockings ultimately made the decision for him.
He got down on his knees, pushed up your dress, helped you slide down your panties and then swung one of your legs over his shoulder with ease.
Pressing hasty kisses against your inner thighs, making sure to trace the intricate lace of your stockings with his lips and tongue, he could almost come from just this.
He licked a slow strip through your folds, making you shiver to his touch. His hands caressed your thighs while holding you steady against the bedroom door. His fingertips gave just as much attention to your stockings as his mouth did to your cunt.
“Kento…” you sighed, tangling your fingers in his hair. The waxy feeling of his hair product was a familiar touch to you. “More please… we don't have much time.”
He chuckled against your wet core, the vibrations going through your whole body.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He said, sliding his tongue through your folds and every now and then dipped into your hole. “Gotta be quiet though.”
One of his hands held you firmly against the door and the other scrunched the fabric of the stockings, carefully making sure not to rip it off your leg. It slid down slightly and Kento couldn't help but take a quick peek at your leg over his shoulder. The pressure of the elastic lace had made an ever so slight design on your bare thigh.
He bit his lower lip to suppress a groan and went right back to eating you out, determined to let you come within the minute.
Soft pants and whimpers were heard throughout the bedroom, quiet enough for the both of you to hear but not loud enough for anyone else.
As Kento focused his licking and sucking on your clit, you clenched around nothing as you pushed his face closer against you to ride out your high.
Kento grunted as he lapped up your juices like he hadn't had a sip of water in three days. His hand still wrapped around the thin stocking fabric, he couldn't even begin to explain how much he loved the feeling of them on your thighs.
His lips left you, and he gently pulled the stocking back up your leg. Eyeing the other one to see how high you wore them. He pressed a kiss atop it before coming back up to meet your eyes.
Pulling him in for a kiss, you startled when someone banged on the bedroom door.
“Nanamin?!” Yuji yelled from the other side. “Are you here?!”
Kento’s eyes widened slightly, but as he looked at you –trying to keep in a chuckle– his eyes softened. “Yuji, what's wrong?”
“I spilled hot chocolate over your white rug and I’m really sorry but I freaked out and tried to clean it, but I think I made it worse?” Yuji yapped, a slight panic could be heard in his voice.
You pressed your lips together, a laugh would certainly come out soon if Yuji kept blabbing like that.
Kento pecked your lips quickly, then cleared his throat. “Give me a few seconds, Yuji, and I’ll come downstairs to help.”
first and foremost, keeho. i KNOW i'm putting him in every post but y'all... i mentioned here (and lowkey also here lmao) that he loves getting head and i think his fav way is while he's standing and you're on your knees and i meant exactly that. he holds your hair if it's long because he'a a gentleman but he just can't help himself but start thrusting into your mouth as you take him deeper until he fully takes over.... yum
next up is no one else than taeyang who, of course, loves everything that allows him to be mean and annoying and tease the shit out of you. he likes when you lie down with your head dangling upside down off the edge of the bed or when you're on your back and he's kneeling while fucking into your mouth. gets off on the humiliation and filth of it
now walk with me.... jiung. it only happens sometimes when he's in a bad mood for whatever reason and he needs his baby to help him ease the tention. lots and lots of dirty praise and encouragement as he thrusts into your mouth, hands craddling your cheeks to keep you in place and wipe the tears that stream down your face from the stretch
thinking about the clip from the radio where taeyang said "what's there not to like about kissing" oh i just know he loves slow indulgent french kisses </3
thinking about intern!jooyeon and supervisor!reader…
he always finds an excuse to linger around your desk a bit longer, blaming it on your proximity to the printer.
jooyeon never found himself one to be attracted to someone's style, but you might have changed that for him. kitten heels, pencil skirts, white blouses that hugged your chest just right. you're so put together all the time, something jooyeon struggles to do.
he listens attentively while you take business calls, your talking voice soothing his mundane workday. you could be talking about the most ordinary thing, and he’d still find it attractive. he fidgets in his seat and covers his eyes with a hand as he imagines your voice muttering in his ear instead of under your own breath. he gets a bit hard whenever you get audibly frustrated with a client, and while he hates to see you stress, he can’t lie that the angry tone of your voice gets him quite excited.
his coworker and friend seungmin chuckles every time he sees jooyeon briskly walking to and fro between his seat and yours. “he’s never like this with anyone else, trust me.” he tells you one day when you’re both by the copier. “when you asked around if anyone had a spare stapler, i’ve never seen him move so quickly.” one time when someone brought their dog to work, jooyeon got hard when he hear you calling the pup a “good boy”… so embarrassing.
he brings you water to your desk at least four times a day. he promises it’s only because he doesn’t want you to be dehydrated! one day he gets a bit… overly excited. while bringing you water for what seemed like the billionth time, he manages to spill a good deal of it on his pants. right in front of you. he’s apologizing and stammering an explanation to get himself excused to the bathroom, but he doesn’t manage to get far before you’re cooing and patting away the water with a paper towel. you. drying his pants. touching him. jooyeon fists his cock to the sensation that night, vowing to feel your skin against his once again.
the thing is, you already had noticed him. you could barley contain yourself around him, to be honest. you wanted nothing more than to sit that lanky intern in his desk chair and ride his dick until he cried. but your position of power at the officer forbade it. you’d never jeopardize your career over a man, but jooyeon was making it harder and harder to resist.
regardless, you still find yourselves unable to resist. week after week, you'll find yourselves in the staff break room after hours, skin sticking and mouths nipping at every sliver of skin. jooyeon, poor thing, can't keep it down to save his life.
"noonaaa... more.." jooyeon pushes his dick in for what feels like the tenth time, his tip nudging your walls. "fuck...get it back inside." he growls, need coating his words as his hands palm at your bare ass. the stickiness of your previous release covers his fingers, spreading across your skin as he pulls your body in closer.
the sound of skin slapping echoes throughout the empty office as jooyeon's hips slam into you, his big hands gripping your ass. his hold was firm, but loosening with each moment your ass connected with his pelvis. he couldn't hold back from finishing much longer. the wet noises you made, the whines leaving your swollen lips, it was all too much.
"joo... you gotta-fuck, quiet down..." your demand falls on deaf ears as jooyeon's hips piston in you. reaching back, you take his tie and yank hard, pulling him in close to your lips.
"fuck me like you mean it, intern. quietly."
jooyeon nearly cums on the spot, his hips slapping into you with fervor. he's been so obsessed for so long, he's wanted nothing but you from the start, and now he has you in his hold, literally.
"y-yes noona, fuck! yes i'll fuck you like you deserve...ngh, i'm getting close-shit..."
"yeonie...f-fuck!" you manage to push yourself onto your elbows and turn your face to see a very fucked-out, desperate jooyeon chasing his release frantically. his tie had been loosened completely, his collared shirt unbuttoned halfway, and his work pants pushed down enough for his cock to move into you with ease. his eyes, half-lidded, were fixed on your naked form, following how your body bounced with every movement he made.
"gonna cum in you, noona... gonna make you so full of me you'll always need me by your side to help you...gonna make you feel s'fucking good noona, i swear..."
hips jerking rhythmically, jooyeon bites the end of his tie you tucked into his mouth and cums violently, enough to make a mess of the both of you.
you're both gonna have to call out of work tomorrow.
Tags : fluff, ambiguous rls, crack, some swearing, sfw, kind of a modern au bc of the phones and social media? Take it as u want idrc, hooting and hollering, not proof-read, no use of y/n
Wc : 1009
• Tamsy Caines
Uses his phone a lot but usually just for music since he thinks carrying a radio around and having to constantly check for signal is bothersome.
Was scrolling on his alt account and found you on his “people you may know” tab with a new post.
Thank the sphereites above that he clicked on your profile because your selfie looked stunning. Took a screenshot and didn't interact with the post whatsoever but secretly pats himself on the back for being the first viewer.
• Enjin
Enjin likes to tell people he only ever uses his phone for emergencies or important things.
He has to keep up a professional look for him. So he'll never show people that he's liked and reposted Klay Thompson slander because in his words “Come onnnn… it's Megan thee stallion for cryin’ out loud.”
But another thing he'll never show people is how often he checks your profile. To the point where even just one letter of your username will immediately autocorrect to the full thing.
He sees your photo and whistles to himself, then immediately sends your post to his alt account to like and repost because apparently he “can't get caught lacking”.
• Zanka Nijiku
Zanka wasn't the type to scroll on his phone during his free time. He was just simply waiting for the polish on lovely assistaff to dry—that’s all.
That's all he's willing to confess even if he just so happens to open your account in his free time, and also just so happens to see your newest post.
He blows out a puff of air and mutters something stupid to himself. “Well… shit.” then turns his phone off and grips his pillow to ground himself back to reality. But every once in a while he'll get the tiny urge to peek at your selfie for ”motivation” he says.
He doesn't interact with the post but might take a screenshot just for the sake of not constantly viewing your profile.
• Riyo Reaper
Refreshed her feed once and the first post that came up was yours that was posted 50 seconds ago—not even a minute. Her algorithm knows her well.
Jumps the gun and comments “I'M FIRST BABE” as a natural response because she's almost always guaranteed to be first on your posts.
Closes the comments tab and really looks at the selfie and just whispers “Goodness gracious…” while starting to feel her cheeks lift from smiling a little too hard.
Reposts it as a cherry on top.
• Gris Rubion
Doesn't use his phone because he keeps getting teased as an “unc” for how he uses it. Knows the basics at least but he doesn't tend to pick up slang very well since he takes stuff too seriously sometimes.
Was scrolling to kill time before having to drive off team Akuta to wherever in buttfuck nowhere—probably in no man's land again—and saw your post.
He looked around the car to see if someone was around like he's about to be caught red-handed. Stares at it for a little while then hovers his thumb over the like button, before deciding to just screenshot it.
He doesn't want to get teased by Follo and Tomme again.
• Follo Tunito
Uses his phone a lot for life hacks and self improvement tips. He's so used to seeing text on his screen that he kind of gets shocked to see a random photo dump in his for you page.
Likes the post and was about to leave a compliment under then move on with his day, but he decides to really look at your post.
Erases his original comment, rewrites it, then clicks his tongue because it sounds too cliche and corny. Tries to write another but he ends up hovering around the comment button awkwardly, just decides to bookmark it instead while cringing at himself.
Closes his eyes for a while because one of your posts almost gave him a mid life crisis.
• August Stilza
August either uses his phone for 20 hours a day or 20 minutes maximum. No in between.
During one of his unmotivated and sluggish days he likes to doomscroll, the audios of post after post mixing together to make some of the worst yet addicting white noise.
Just before he closes the app he sees it. Your selfie. He shot straight up his seat after seeing your face and almost dropped his phone when he saw that it was posted 4 minutes ago.
He immediately goes to like and spams the comments with insufferable “first btw”s with varying degrees of intensity.
• Jabber Wonger
Stalks your account and he is in no way ashamed by it. “Your account is public so it doesn't count.” He says with a shrug but he doesn't realize that it's only perceived that way because of how he does it.
Refreshes your account multiple times just to see if you've updated, your note, your bio, your story, literally anything.
Sees your selfie and grins to himself, acts like a blushing schoolgirl in a romcom whose crush just passed the hallways and winked at them. Might even let an unwarranted giggle slip out.
Likes, but leaves comments like “Yoooo delete this” with praying and crying emojis. Also reposts the photo because he can and why wouldn't he?
• Zodyl Typhon
Isn't one for social media—or any device for that matter—as he is chronically offline. Never really had a reason as to why he'd download anything that isn't pre-installed in his phone.
It was his crew’s idea to show him your selfie. Be it Jabber, Noerde, or Momoa, bless their soul because they—and the raiders as a whole—are to be spared from his wrath for a couple hours.
He'll do a handful of boring tedious tasks and think back to your post and he has to run his hand down his face because lord free him from the shackles of your face card.
୨୧ choso's nasty breeding kink
p.s. i just found this in my drafts i'm not proofing cus i'm lazy
you feel him twitch the second you say it. your voice is breathless, barely hanging onto the end of a moan, and his hips stutter against yours before he even responds. he just goes still. heavy. flushed and sweaty above you, his cock still buried so deep it aches. and all you say is please. please cum in me. want it so bad. and something shifts in him like it’s the only thing he’s ever needed to hear.
his breath shudders out slow, but the hand on your thigh tightens. he’s already been close for minutes now, holding back out of habit, or maybe fear. but this—this cracks him wide open. he’s never heard you sound like that. he’s never heard you beg like that. and the worst part is how easy it is to believe you mean it. how sweetly your cunt wraps around him when he pushes in again. how wet and swollen and soft you are, how you take every inch like you were made for it, like your body’s pleading in ways your mouth can’t catch up to.
“you want me to fill you up?” he says it like he’s checking. like he’s not entirely convinced he’s awake. “wanna keep it inside?”
you nod too fast. he sees it in your eyes—how gone you are, how badly you want it. he groans deep in his chest, forehead pressing into yours, one of his hands slipping between your bodies to feel where he’s splitting you open. his fingers come away soaked. he barely looks. just presses his thumb to your clit and watches your face twist up so pretty for him, jaw slack, chest trembling under his.
“fuck,” he whispers. “you’re dripping. you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?”
you don’t answer. not with words. your hips twitch upward to meet his, cunt fluttering around his cock like it already knows what’s coming. like you need it more than you need air. he doesn’t know what it is—something about the way you’re holding onto him, fingers digging into his back, thighs shaking like you’re close again even though you already came twice. maybe it’s the way your voice cracked when you said please. maybe it’s the way your pussy squeezes him tighter every time he pulls back. maybe it’s everything.
he doesn’t pull out. not even a little. not even to tease.
his thrusts stay deep, slow at first—pushing into you like he wants to stay there forever, like he wants to fuck it in piece by piece. you’re already shaking under him again, legs falling open wider without meaning to, breath catching in little gasps that make his hands twitch. he presses his mouth to your neck. he’s trying to stay quiet, but he’s not built for this. not for control. not when you’re like this. not when you tell him to cum inside you like it’s something you’ve been thinking about for longer than he has.
“can’t believe you want that,” he breathes. “fuck, baby, you’re gonna break me.”
your hands slide into his hair without thinking. you whisper something—yes, or please, or just his name—and that’s when he snaps. you feel it in the way his rhythm breaks, thrusts growing fast and shallow, grinding deep enough to make your toes curl. he holds you down like he’s afraid you’ll pull away, like he has to stay inside, has to make it count.
he cums with a groan so raw it makes your eyes flutter open. you feel all of it. thick and hot and so much it makes you whimper. he keeps moving, just a little, grinding it into you as his arms shake on either side of your head.
his breath is still shaky, chest rising and falling against yours, body heavy, sweat cooling where his skin sticks to yours. he hasn’t moved. his cock’s still inside you, twitching every time your cunt flutters. he can feel it—his cum leaking out, slipping down the crease of your ass, pooling where your bodies meet.
and something about that—something about losing it inside you—breaks whatever restraint he had left. it should be over. but it’s not. because the second you shift your hips, soft and reflexive, like you’re adjusting for comfort—he groans. low. sharp. like it hurts. like he’s still hard.
you feel it. his cock barely softened. he never went down all the way. and now, with the heat of your pussy still pulsing around him, messy and full, it’s thickening again. you blink up at him, dazed. he doesn’t say anything right away. the way he pushes in just a little deeper—like he’s testing the waters, like he’s daring your body to say no—tells you everything you need to know.
you whimper. his hand slides down your thigh. then your waist. then your belly, soft and slow. it lingers there. his palm spreads wide, presses gently, like he’s trying to feel how full you are. like the thought of it is driving him insane.
“still warm,” he murmurs. more to himself than to you. “fuck, baby… you’re still leaking.”
you whine, but it’s soft. helpless. his cock is already hardening inside you, stretching you out again, thick and sensitive and still slick from the mess he left. you feel swollen. oversensitive. but the second he rolls his hips, just a little, your breath catches like you want it. like your body’s already begging.
he leans in, kisses your cheek. then your jaw. then lower. tongue slow, lips dragging heat down your neck. “you really want me to stop?” he whispers.
you don’t answer. you can’t. you’re still too dazed.
and that silence? that’s all he needs. his hips start moving again—slow, deep, mean. not teasing. not careful. not like he’s trying to make it gentle. like he’s trying to fuck it in deeper. like he wants to make sure none of it spills out this time. the first thrust punches the air out of your lungs. the second has your legs locking tight around his waist again.
“shit,” he groans, breath stuttering. “you’re still so tight. so warm. like your pussy wants to keep me.”
your back arches. the slick stretch of him makes your eyes flutter, the sound of your cunt swallowing him up again obscene and wet and loud in the stillness of the room. you’re aching now—raw and fucked out, but your body doesn’t care. you’re clenching around him like it’s instinct. like your body knows it’s supposed to take it.
he grips your thighs harder, pushes them back, folds you up under him so he can hit deeper. his voice is wrecked when he speaks again—hoarse and frantic, unraveling with every word.
“need to do it again,” he pants. “need to fill you again, baby. fuck, this time i’m not pulling out. gonna make sure it sticks.”
you cry out. a little choked. it’s too much—but it’s not enough. not when he’s like this. not when he’s fucking you with a purpose now, chasing something bigger, something darker. not just pleasure. possession.
he leans down, nose brushing yours, his breath hot and sticky against your mouth. “gonna fill you until you’re leaking for days,” he whispers. “til you can’t fuckin’ walk. til you feel me inside you every time you move.”
your body gives out before you can even warn him. your orgasm hits so fast it knocks you sideways, white noise swallowing your thoughts, heat crashing through your spine as your cunt clamps down around him like you’re trying to drag him over the edge with you. your legs shake. your vision blurs. your moan breaks against his mouth.
he shudders the second it happens. “oh my god—” he gasps, “that’s it. that’s it, baby, just like that—fuck, take it—”
he cums again, harder this time. longer. his hips jerk forward, burying his cock to the base, and he stays there, holding you still as he spills inside you all over again. it’s messy. overwhelming. too much. you feel it slide out before he even pulls back. but he’s still gripping you like he can shove it deeper. like he’s not done yet. like he could go again.
and maybe he will. because he looks down at the mess between your thighs, at the thick slick of white dripping out of your pussy, and says—almost breathless—“still not enough.”
synopsis . . . texts & instagram interactions between you and your fwb theo, who maybe (?) wants to be more.
note: just learned i can add more than 10 pics... prepare to be sick of me. also if anyone sees this, would u prefer a pt2 to my loyal story replier jongseob smau or my rejected intak smau?
His job is stressful and important, he looks over cases, knows the law book inside and out by now. Even if they make a new one- he's already on top of it to see if it can help his next client.
You? Oh, you lived a low cortisol life. You were his housewife of sorts. He brought home the money, you worked around the house and even had a green thumb at times to do something in the garden.
Recently planted and grown sunflowers already growing tall by the fence in the backyard.
You cooked, you cleaned. Not because he forced you to, it was because you wanted to see his tired expression relax when he got home, his downturned eyes softening at the sight of everything taken care of.
He greeted you, and before sitting down to eat dinner together he always... ALWAYS, needed a kiss. Even a peck on your mouth will do.
But when he's so stressed out and comes home on edge, there is only one pair of lips that can help calm him down.
He wants you on top of him, he doesn't care if he can't breathe much.
You, riding his face, his noise, those lovely moans from him eating you like a starved man made his head feel lighter.
He didn't even need you to touch him in return... sometimes cumming in his own damn slacks just from the taste of your pussy juices.
His tongue loved to prod in and out, he nibbled and sucked on your clit.
It was hard not to cum instantly, he liked it when you could take it for longer.
The one thing that made him feel like he was in heaven? If he made you squirt.
You weren't sure if you even could before meeting him. But man, him letting you gush over his handsome face and into his waiting maw. It made you tremble in excitement.
" 'ru...ruuuumaaa! " you desperately moaned, grabbing into the headboard to start riding his nose harsher, bumping and dragging your slick folds and needy cunt across the large thing, grinding out your orgasm.
"Angel, again... i need to taste you again."
Yoon's notes: fuuhhchjkkkkk
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HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!
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