PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO who when they first met each other, through choso’s brother and [♡] ‘s friend yuji and they both instantly fell for one another. choso being the one falling the hardest though, he’d sketch her during his free time as he had his headphones on. music blasting in his ears. [ ♡ ] on the other hand though, spent most her time thinking and fantasizing about choso.. but ultimately denying it. the exact moment she saw him and his cute little pigtails she knew she was smitten.
PRETTY-PRINCESS!READER & ALT!CHOSO whom for a while didn’t admit that they liked one another. it’s not like they didn’t want to, it’s just that they liked each other so much they were both nervous to admit it. every-time they were in each other’s presence it’s kinda as if they didn’t speak to each other much. it wasn’t until one day, choso got the wrong idea after seeing [ ♡ ] talking to toji. after her & toji’s conversation was over he immediately admitted his feelings, feeling scared that toji might’ve stolen her away from him before he could ask [ ♡ ] out.
choso was fairly surprised once [♡] told him she liked him too. and from there on out they started dating. their bond growing and blossoming into something lovely as the months went on. after a while of dating, choso decided to finally officially make [♡] his girlfriend. so one friday night, he took her out on a picnic date and ended up popping the question with a promise ring at the end of the date. and they were both crying happy tears when she said yes.
reposting this bc i felt like i didn’t add enough the first time.
i thought of this randomly after realizing i hadn’t written anything for my baby choso yet.. which is weird since he’s the reason why i loveee jujutsu kaisen so much, him and them cute ass pigtails do something to me! fic about this two will be on its way soon don’t worry!!!
[°❀.࿔] » content warning: clingy!choso :: fluff :: slight mention of blood :: alt!choso :: fem!reader :: pet names
thinking about alt!choso who’d…
always complain about his girlfriend painting his nails black but he secretly loves when you do it.
“no, not right now, baby.”
“but please, cho? it’ll be cute…”
“fine, but make it quick,” he’d grumble, holding his large, veiny hand out steadily so you could paint his nails.
nudge his head against his girlfriends thighs, seeking silent permission to rest on them. he claims they’re the best pillows in the world.
you felt his hair brush against your thighs for the sixth time now.
“choso, what do you want?” you mumbled, distracted by whatever you were looking at on your phone.
“i just… i wanna rest my head,” he replied vaguely, still nudging your leg.
you rolled your eyes and adjusted your position so he could lay comfortably on your thighs
“i love you, baby.”
always get flustered in your presence no matter how long you two have been together.
your thighs straddled chosos muscular ones as the two of you sat on the ragged couch in his studio apartment. you twisted the spike of his eyebrow piercing carefully.
“hold still, cho…”
“i’m trying to.”
you adjusted your position on his lap so your legs would be folded more comfortably beneath you. his breath hitched as a small bead of red escape his nose.
“choso…?”
stay up with you until 4:00am rambling about his favorite alt bands until he fell asleep on the phone.
“m’yeah, baby… they’re having a concert next month…”
“yeah?”
“mhm, i’d love to go with you…”
you giggled at his soft and sleepy voice, resting your head on your hand. you could already picture him cuddled up with his blankets and smiling as he dozed off.
“i’ll buy us tickets.”
“mm, you don’t have to—“
“too late…”
clingy alt choso has my heart i love writing about him sm! i’m giggling as i work on the choso x reader fanfic (,,> ᴗ <,,)
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₊˚⊹ ᢉ𐭩 big baby, choso, is too impatient for your long showers so he comes up with a brilliant idea !
an — not thoroughly proofread & is also a bit suggestive? not in detail though, only mentions
initially, the idea of showering with your partner never really piqued your interest. you enjoyed taking your time under the gush of water that enclosed you in a warm mist. you’d marinate your special soaps in your hair and skin, making sure all the sweat is completely scrubbed off.
when you’d take those excruciatingly long showers (they were never that long— choso was just impatient), choso would often find himself in a starfish position on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and manually counting the amount of seconds you were in the bathroom. you told him he should find something else to do when you’re in there, but he just shrugs you off and says he’d rather just count.
but it doesn’t matter if you took 15 minutes or an hour and a half— after you’d finally step out, he’d bounce off the mattress and pick you up, wrapping your legs around his muscular waist. most of the time, he’d still be sticky and smelly. disgusted, you try your best to escape from his grasp that never budges.
“cho—! you stinkkk! you’re transferring all your germs to meee..” you whined, swatting his chest with a wet thwap! it was worse when he was shirtless too. the grime sticks to you double-time! he just giggles as he drops you on the bed. whether you were clothed or not, he’d lift any garment you had on and bury his face into your chest, running down toward your stomach. you push his head off as he passes his sweat over to you.
“i can’t handle you being gone for so long, baby..” he pouts, looking up at you. “you’re just impatient, cho.” you assure him. he just grins before going back to kissing your body that he worshipped sooooo much.
one time, his eyes suddenly dart open and you swear you could see an imaginary lightbulb appear above his head. he remembered the question you always asked him after your bath, and he finally had an answer.
“so both of us could.. benefit… maybe I could-“ he muttered in between kisses. “join you in your shower..?” his attack on your skin never stopping.
you shot him a confused look as you raised his head. he just nodded feverishly, trying to get you to nod too. he’s already so excited for your next shower and you haven’t even said yes yet.
after he dropped the question, you’ve been showering together every day. you try to convince him that maybe you should have at least one day a week where you don’t shower together, but the big baby doesn’t allow.
as soon as he hears you go “cho!”, he’s running toward the direction of your voice, even stripping on the way. there are times where he misinterprets it, though. you once called him over to help with the laundry, and there he stood at the doorway, naked. you enjoyed the view nonetheless.
choso uses your pink loofah to scrub your body intently, making sure no spot goes untouched. sometimes, he’d just run his big hands up and down your curves, sending shivers up your spine. he enjoys every reaction that comes from you, making sure you know that by the way he kisses your neck. but wouldn’t that kinda taste like soap?
you’d make him scrub your head too because it was your way of getting him to scratch those insanely itchy spots on your scalp that your nails wouldn’t satisfy. you’d yelp if he brushed your head too hard, and he’d apologize with a million kisses.
he loved seeing you naked, not just because it made him sexually satisfied (that part was just a plus to him), but because you were just that insanely beautiful in his eyes.
in return, you’d help him remove the ties on his head, freeing his hair from their usual style. his locks frame his face before the water weighs it down. you’d scrub his body with YOUR pink loofah cause he claims it “connects you two on a hygienic level”…ew.
but as you do, you shower (pun intended) him with kisses as well. at times, you attend to his pecs. on other days, maybe his collarbones. either-way, he enjoys your sweet touch that makes him feel warm inside.
and occasionally, if you’re a bit too into it, you indulge in a touchy make-out session that leaves the glass extra foggy. he was a simple man when it came to showers, and as long as you were in there with him, he was all good.
if you were in the mood, you’d use the tub and converse as if you two were just at the pool. but every time you do use it, the “shower” ends up turning into a steamy sex scene.
after every bath, you’d cuddle up in bed, choso’s large, warm body making sure you feel extra cozy. he’d hold your body close to his, engulfing the smell of your sweet soap that he scrubbed into your hair. and as per your request, he’d always scratch your back as you fell asleep together.
whew! writing this one felt a bit,, odd,, dunno why tho 🤷♀️
“I’m so happy for the two of you. Truly.” Higuruma’s eyes are lidded with lust as he laps at your pussy, arms hooked around your spread thighs. He’s prone on the pressed sheets of the hotel bed, grinding down into the mattress as he tastes you. “You’re a beautiful couple. Especially from this angle.”
You can’t help but shy away from his praise. Hiromi has seen you from between the plush of your thighs many times before, but he’s so adoring in his gaze that it almost feels wrong. You turn, hide your face in the big arm of your fiancé, who is sat behind you; your bare back to his clothed chest.
“Come on, hon,” Nanami tsks. “Use your manners. Tell Hiromi thank you.”
“Thank you,” you breathe out shakily. You aren’t sure if your cheeks or cunt is more heated with need. “Thank you, Hiromi.”
This isn’t the first time that Kento has let Hiromi fuck you while he watched — you’ve been doing this for years now, meeting in the late evening to be passed between them like a borrowed book — but it will be the last.
Tomorrow, you’ll be Mrs. Nanami, and in the name of settling down, you and your husband-to-be have decided that your weekly trysts with his best friend are better left in the past. A fond memory to look back on from before you were married, when you were young and wild and did crazy things like fuck other people.
But you’re about to make a vow of complete devotion to each other, so one last time for nostalgia’s sake it will be.
Higuruma focuses on your pussy again, and lets out a long, breathless moan as he drags his flattened tongue from your hole to your clit. He collects the copious amount of arousal that drools out of you, uses it to help his tongue glide over your clit in the firm up-and-down motion you didn’t know you loved until he started doing.
He’s always been a messier eater than Nanami. When you were in college, and this was just a sneaky experiment between friends, they used to fight over who could make you cum quicker with their tongue. It was their version of a sex bet; when the guys in frats would compete with body count, they would compete with your body. Whoever got you to the edge in better time got you under the desk when they were studying next. Being respective law and business majors meant they had many study hours to fight for.
Hiromi almost always won. Not for Kento’s lack of skill — you’re marrying him after all — but because Hiromi had a certain penchant to using his tongue that your boyfriend could never quite replicate. He could pull you apart at the seams in no time, and his skills have only gotten better with time and age.
The tip of his nose bumps your clit as he dips back down to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue inside and looking up to meet your eyes. His lips tighten, white teeth flash in a smile as he ogles the state you’re in.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Nanami’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations into your back. His low tenor has your hips grinding up, swiping your clit against the ridge of Hiromi’s nose. “She’ll look so perfect in white tomorrow.”
Hiromi hums in agreement, not wasting his words on what you already know he agrees with. He’ll be right there at Nanami’s side — his best man — watching him marry the woman he fucked to tears the night before. There’s a grin pulling at his busy lips.
Your fiancé kisses your neck, holding your waist with his hot hands. It’s always turned him on to have you against him, wholly naked, as his clothes stay on. It’s a dynamic thing, maybe. Or he just likes your body.
Best of both worlds. You can feel the ridge of his hard cock through the comfy sweats he wears; a casual choice for such a highly-strung man. It throbs against your back, twitching each time his best friend pulls a decent moan from your throat. He’s never been jealous with Hiromi — just… horny.
Especially when he gets you all worked up like this. You writhe against him, whining when he reaches around to tweak your nipples between his fingers. You’re so close to coming that Nanami can practically feel you vibrating, unable to keep still with all of that pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s a nice reprieve from the stress of wedding planning.
When you reach your peak, you cum with a beautiful cry that Hiromi is going to miss very sorely once this arrangement of yours is over. He tries to hide the way he humps the mattress, a few strokes away from cumming in his briefs at just the taste of you, but he knows that at least Nanami catches on.
He can’t be blamed. You’re such an experience.
Hiromi plants a sweet kiss right to your throbbing clit as you calm down, a knowing smile on his face. He straightens up and palms his hard length through his underwear before peeling them down from the waistband. His cock, eager and weeping at the tip, springs free.
“Ready for me, beauty?”
The nickname pulls a smile to your lips. Memories of times just like these, caught between your boyfriend and his best friend as they decide who’s gonna do what to you next, flash at the forefront of your mind. God, you’ll miss this.
“Mhm,” you nod, settling back against Nanami’s chest a little higher. Your fiancé spreads a hand over your stomach, fingers tapping against your skin in a lazy rhythm. Tap tap tap. A reminder that he’s there and willing.
“Good,” Hiromi pumps his cock once, twice, and then presses his tip against your entrance with a hiss of air through his teeth. He drags himself upwards to your clit, kissing it with his cockhead, and then back down. “You are divine.”
“Smooth talker,” Nanami chuckles from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Trying to steal my girl, Higuruma?”
Hiromi nods, cheeky. “From day one.”
He slides into you, nice and slow to allow you to adjust to his girth. He’s thicker than Nanami, albeit a touch shorter, so you have to get used to the stretch when you take him. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside of you, your skin is alight with need. He fills you out so well, balls pressing against your ass as he tests his depths with a groan.
Your back arches away from Nanami’s chest as you take the cock of his long-time best friend. It’s symbolic in its own right, as is the way he pulls you back to his chest and grounds you with a kiss to your shoulder. You exhale, part your lips, and let yourself be sandwiched by two men who love you, and your body, and sharing it between them.
Hiromi kisses you, brings one hand up to cup the side of your face as your head is pushed back into your fiancé’s chest. His lips move messily against yours, the taste of his last meal between your thighs still evident on his tongue as he runs it over yours. He explores the crevices of your mouth, lets himself become acquainted with each of your teeth that’ll gleam white in your wedding photos tomorrow.
And he tries not to think about it, how this will be the last time he’s inside of you. He agreed with a dutiful nod and respectable handshake to Nanami when you mentioned settling down after marriage, devoting yourselves to each other. It’s not like he hasn’t been on dates, taken the occasional tryst home to lay between his dark sheets. He’s had his fill, and you belong to Nanami first and foremost.
Still, he speaks low against your lips. “I miss you already.”
You whine a little, wiggle your hips as he starts to slowly pull out of you, just to slowly push back in. “Me too.”
“Both of us,” Nanami’s hold on your hips tightens as he speaks, looking at his best friend over your head. “I do love this view.”
“So you’ve said,” he laughs, taking a better grip of your thighs to guide your legs around his waist. “I hope you know I’ll never let you get away with anything now. I’ll have a thousand different anecdotes, and I’ll use them generously.” He puts a faux-pretentious voice on; “Well, Kento, considering I have slept with your wife...”
The rumble of your fiancé’s laughter is strong against your back. He reaches around your body to flick the side of Hiromi’s head, which earns him a sharp look in turn. Hiromi throbs inside of you, his hips still, and you roll your eyes.
“Come on,” you whine. “I need you, Hiromi.”
That zeroes him in. He’s raking his eyes over your face with a quirked lip, and nodding. “Course, beauty. I’m sorry, let’s get you taken care of.”
He picks up his pace, rolling his hips in a nice rhythm that doesn’t overwhelm you, but lets you sit in the pleasure that taking his cock allows for. Your legs, locked tight around his waist, start to tremble a little as he finds a good pace. The metrical drag and pull of his cock inside of you has the colours of this hotel room looking more vivid; each vein and ridge of his cock works together to stimulate you into bliss.
Hiromi fucks you with such a fever that each thrust into you has you rocking back against Kento’s cock. He’s groaning low in your ear, trying not to make a mess of his sweats and instead revel in yours and Hiromi’s last time together, but his mission is futile.
“Shit,” you can feel him from behind you, grinding against your back even as he’s supposed to be playing spectator. “You’re killing me here, baby.”
Hiromi can’t even muster up something smart to retort. He’s already growing pussydrunk, too distracted with your body to give a shit what his friend is doing behind you. He’s ducking down to lick and nip at your neck, using all his willpower not to leave marks for you to wear on your wedding day.
God, he wants to claim you in any way he can. Filling you up with his spill will have to do.
He chases his orgasm with a quick pace and even meaner thrusts. You watch the lines of his face contort and tighten as his release nears, the pulsing of his cock inside of you grasses on his pleasure. It’s with a kiss to your lips that he finally cums, filling you up dutifully with a raw moan straight from his chest.
Though he doesn’t stop there — even when his balls are emptied inside of you, dick oversensitive and sore with use. He keeps going, jaw clenched, until you join him at your peak.
“You don’t have to,” you lift a hand up to scratch through the hairs at his nape. “You’re sore, baby.”
The nickname alone is nearly enough to make him cum again. He shakes his head, ignoring the knowing laughter from your fiancé behind you. “No, no I’m fine. I want to feel you finish around me. That okay?”
You can only smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.”
So, even through his overstimulation, he fucks you right to the edge. With rolling hips and shaky hands, he brings you right to that beautiful cliffside and starts peppering kisses all over your face as you’re pushed over the edge. A kiss to your nose as you gasp, beneath your eyes as they roll back, to the corner of your lips as they part and moan.
It’s all too much for all three of you. Hiromi groans as you squeeze his cock, tighter than you’ve held him in a long time. Kento rests his forehead on your shoulder from behind, the friction and sight before him finally too much to refuse as he cums in his pants with a lurch forward. You’re seeing stars, beautiful behind your eyelids.
And when you finally calm down, as Hiromi slips out of you and collapses down beside you two, there’s a long stretch of silence that encompasses the three of you.
Nanami is the first to speak, thumb drawing circles over your hip. “I… wouldn’t be opposed to adding a clause to our vows.”
“A clause?” You lift your head.
Your fiancé nods, looking from you to his best friend. Best man. The man he’s shared you with since forever. “Yes,” he looks back at you. “One to include the homewrecker. Married life doesn’t have to be boring, does it?”
Hiromi, the homewrecker, snorts. He rests an arm over the two of you and exhales into the pillow.
“Thank god. I was getting ready to object at the wedding.”
and that ends cuck week !!!!!! im going to turn these threes uni endeavours into a little series because i got inspired hurrah
You wake up to zero messages from Choso. Weird. You send a good morning text and get ready for work.
You check your phone during lunchtime and there's nothing. You do it again when your shift is over, and still nothing.
You ponder over his lack of answer again and again. Perhaps he wants space. Perhaps he's tired of you. If that's the case, you won't bother him. Though the truth is you can't help being concerned. You would probably let him be if you weren't aware of his particular case. But you are, you know he is a creature that is not supposed to live here. You know his body changes and that worries you, even if you never mention it. And now that you haven't heard from him, you won't keep calm.
You stand in front of his house, and ring the doorbell once. You wait. Twice. The sun is up there, Choso should be in his human form. A third time. Nothing. You shouldn't have locked the door the night before.
You resort to call his boss. If Gojo has seen him, then you'll know he's fine, and you'll stop bugging him.
That's not the case, however. When Gojo picks up the phone the first thing he does is ask if you know where Choso is because he hasn't been able to contact him. You feel your heart drop to your stomach.
"Do you..." you hesitate, "have a spare key for his place?"
The request sounds unreasonable even to you. You might be overstepping boundaries, overreacting. A part of you is thinks you are, but you're also convinced you'll regret it if you stay put.
"Yeah." He must've sensed the uneasiness in your voice. "I'll be there in a bit."
True to his word, Gojo arrives short after. The idea was to get the key and shoo him away, but he's too stubborn. He makes it his job to unlock the door and pace around the house, with you practically stepping on his heels.
You hold your breath as Gojo heads to the backyard, unsure of what kind of view could greet him there...
It's merman Choso on the pool, mindlessly floating on his back. He looks to the side to address your presence without much enthusiasm.
"Huh?!" Gojo goes near the pool. "Is this a hobby of yours? That thing looks pretty real."
"I've been like this since yesterday." Choso mumbles. "The effect of my wish is wearing off."
"What's that? What is this guy talking about?" Gojo turns to you, but you're too focused on the tired friend in front of you.
"How do you feel?" It's the main thing you want to know.
"Lost."
You wondered many times how this situation wasn't taking a toll on him, turns out it was.
"I thought a lot about it." He continues, "I need to go that cave and make another wish. I wish to stay in one shape-"
"This... shape?"
"I don't know." He swims closer to his dumbfounded boss. "Gojo, what should I do?"
~
While Choso fills Gojo in, you sit on one of the beach chairs. It never occurred to you that one day he would want to stop being a human, that he would want to leave you. It makes sense, though, of course he would miss his home at some point. Its just that maybe, deep down, you hoped he'd find home in you... eventually, at least. What are you supposed to do now?
"You agree with us?" Gojo's question snaps you out of your thoughts.
"Sorry, I wasn't listening."
"Told you." He whispers to Choso. "I was saying tomorrow I'll get us a car big enough to fit Poseidon right here, and take him to this cave. But you'd have to drive us. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure." It's about the only thing you can do for him.
Once the details are discussed, Gojo promises to take good care of Choso and sends you home to have some rest.
~
Gojo is on the passenger seat talking your ear off, Choso is in the back of the van on a paddling pool that you didn't even bother to ask where it came from. And you are doing your best to keep your eyes on the road instead of rolling them every time Gojo cracks a joke 'to break the tension.' You're not really in the mood for laughing, how could you be? This might be the last time you see your friend and you haven't even speak to each other the entire day. You think you'd start weeping if you tried.
Thanks to Gojo's directions, you make it to the infamous cave and park as close as you can. The sun set long ago, which is perfect given that Choso has to go out there with his shiny fish scales without being noticed.
"Are you staying here?" Gojo grunts, throwing a reluctant merman over his shoulder like he's a sack of potatoes.
"Yeah."
"I feel stupid." Choso mutters in Gojo's careless grip.
"And you look it. Right?" He aims the question at you with playful grin.
"Of course not."
"Aw, why not? You think he's so cute with his hair down? Handsome? You like him?" He moves his eyebrows up and down.
"Can we just go?" Choso begs. "I'm gonna die out here."
The new sense of urgency makes Gojo jogg with difficulty through the sand, huffing and puffing. Who looks stupid now?
Two minutes have passed and you can't take it anymore. There was no reason to act so proud. You get out of the car, resolved to talk to your best friend. You won't implore he stays, you won't persuade him, but you have to tell him how much he means to you and how happy he's made you.
That won't be possible, apparently. By the time you reach Gojo's side, who's been patiently waiting outside the cave, you see Choso swimming away with the high tide. That must mean he's made his decision.
Or not. He's swimming against it. He's trying to return to the shore and the rough sea won't let him. You scream his name at the top of your lungs he calls your name back. You dive so fast into the water that the man next to you doesn't have time to react. It's a foolish decision. You've learnt so little, you're still are a terrible swimmer. But you have to get him back now that you're sure he doesn't want to leave.
You punch and kick, battling waves as if they would back down with just that. You can't open your eyes, you can't hear anything but the choppy waters, and you're too exhausted. Why would you do that? You obviously had no chance to succeed. Why would you do that? He is going to be fine, anyway, he's going back to his family. Why would you do that? Because you wanted to be with him, one last time.
"Why would you do that?" Choso sobs, hugging your head to his chest as he carries you to a safe spot on the beach.
Your nostrils are burning and you feel fuzzy, but thankfully he got you out of there before something serious happened.
He lays you on the sand and drops on top of you, fatigued, with his ear close to your beating heart. You embrace him with weak arms.
"Public indecency!" Gojo slouches next to you. "Are you guys okay?"
You both nod.
"How the hell did you do that? Where's your tail?"
~
Useless men (respectfully). Despite your dreadful experience, you have to be the one driving them back. Gojo, with as much energy as before, is on the passenger seat again, wearing only a tank top and Choso is on the back with Gojo's shirt draped around his waist. So far, he's not sure how he got his legs back.
Unfortunately for you, things are not better now. To convince them to calm the waters and keep you unharmed, Choso had to promised his kind he would return home. It's not like he had another option once they knew his location.
"When are visiting us?" Gojo asks.
"I don't think I can do that. They won't let me come here after I ran away."
There's a painful silence that not even the chatter box beside you knows how fill. Surprisingly, it's Choso who does it.
"I'd like to meet with everybody and say goodbye properly."
"Good idea!" Gojo encourages him. "Let's throw a party! At my house!"
"A party is too much-"
"What are you gonna wear?" Your annoying passenger buddy pats your shoulder to get your attention. "A mermaid cut dress?" He slaps his knee like he just told the funniest thing ever.
"Oh, is it a thematic party?" You play along. "Will you be wearing your fishnets tights, then?"
"How come you know me so well?"
"I'll wear a seashell bra!"
You and Gojo take a moment to register Choso's words just to roar with laughter a second later.
"Choso, where did you learn that?"
"No doubt he's the star of the show!"
"The starfish." He finishes off, looking between you two from the back with a big smile on his lips, satisfied with the fact that he made you laugh.
He’s a needy, needy man. That’s part of what made you like him back – charming words, sweet like honey from the very day he met you. So it wasn’t surprising to receive a plethora of back-to-back voice notes from him, mid-conference with your client. When you’d go back to your hotel room to listen to each one of them, they’d progressively get desperate. And when you finally responded, he’d sent back the filthiest audio of him jerking off, moaning your name in his low, raspy voice. He’d go to your room, hug your pillow that still smelled faintly like your flowery perfume to get the mood going, only to pathetically stroke his cock to the pillow he imagined was you. Unsurprisingly, the built-up frustration from not being able to touch you this long would send him over the edge rather quickly, as he shamelessly wiped his cum off on your towel, unbeknownst to you.
Nanami Kento
The sweetheart that he was, in spite of being overworked himself – he’d take the weekend to deep-clean the house, so that you’d be back to a clean space and little visual distractions. It started with just vacuuming and doing your laundry, but soon turned into something vile when he couldn’t ignore the scent of your unwashed pink, lace panties in the laundry hamper. The smell alone turned him on so much that he decided to keep that one pair with him at all times. The whole 2 weeks – he’d disgustingly smell it every night before he’d touch himself, like you’d never come back. He’d sworn never to reveal this perverted secret of his, as he thrust his cock in his fist, face covered by your panties like a mask of sorts. The sweet and musky smell made him go wild. But when you came back home and couldn’t find your favourite pair of undies, you were super upset. Lest he get caught, he brought you another pair of the same colour, which he promised himself he would not steal again (he surely did).
Toji Fushiguro
He was pathetic for the entirety of those 2 weeks. For someone who'd go multiple rounds within hours in a single day made him desperate for a release. More than a release, he wanted to desperately cum inside you while you were wrapped around him, engulfing him in your warmth and gentle touch. But no blanket or bedding could replace how you made him feel. His solution? To rewatch that 1 video you’d both filmed for yourselves, as your cracked voice in the recording seduced him. He’d watch your needy eyes looking up at him, tongue out as his leaking tip slapped it softly, and that was enough for him to cum on his fucking phone screen instantly. Nastier part? He took a picture with his iPad and sent his cum-covered-screen evidence to you saying, “i miss you, doll”, making it just as hard for you to not touch yourself to him.
Ryomen Sukuna
He’d put on an unconvincing front when you told him you’d not be there for 2 weeks – saying he’d be glad you wouldn’t raid his fridge as always and finally spare him to eat his worthy serving. But his ravenous hunger for your body could not be curbed. He’d get quiet during your midnight calls with him, keeping the conversations minimal to check how your day had been. But after the first 3 night calls, he’d had enough. You’d wake up at 3 am to a FaceTime video call, and when you answered, he’d be whispering sweet nothings while sitting completely naked, sweat over his body after a late-night workout, and a lethal smirk on his face. You wouldn’t be able to sleep that night, or the nights that followed after, wherein you both committed the filthiest offences, inspecting each other's self-pleasure through mutual masturbation. Him telling you how to fuck your cunt as you instructed how to pump his girthy cock. His heavy moans and grunts, accompanied by “fuck, i can’t wait to ruin your sexy pussy” as you edge to your orgasm, would be enough to take the pain of you both being away from each other.
Choso Kamo
He’d pathetically beg. Call you every night, crying about how much he misses you – but more so how much he misses you riding his dick while your tits bounce near his face. No amount of sweet words or reassurance would curb his appetite. So his solution? Edge himself till you’d be back. He didn’t want to give in to simply the thoughts of you, but wanted to cum over your pretty tits instead. The warmth your pussy gave couldn’t be replaced by his cold hands – so it was almost a punishing process every night. He worked so hard *not* to cum over the whole 2 weeks. But when you sent a picture of you in the purple balconette bra he bought you? He came within seconds – all his efforts would go to waste. You knew it’d work, and you’d secretly wanted him to fail the challenge of not cumming to you.
Authors note: So I'have written this and another headcanon for Armin from Attack on titan. I hope you like haedcanons and fluff.
Warning: Sort of AU, just a bunch of fluff, Choso being a bit submissive, also this again is a !female reader, sorry...
Imagine Choso Kamo as your boyfriend...
Boyfriend!choso Is obssesed with you. You are his queen, his favourite person, the owner of his heart and possibly the center of his life. He literally worships the you walk. He fell first and he fell harder trope.
Boyfriend!choso Who loves that you met through Yuji. He cares about you both so deeply that he can't imagine being with someone who doesn't love his little brother. Knowing that you genuinely care about Yuji only makes him fall for you even harder. Sometimes he'll just watch the two of you together with the softest smile, grateful that the two people he loves most get along so well.
Boyfriend!choso Is a true gentleman. He'll hold every door open for you, pull out your chair, and never let you carry something heavy if he's around. He brings you flowers simply because he saw them and thought you'd like them, and he'll wake up early to make you breakfast and bring it to you in bed. And if you mention that you have a hair or nail appointment coming up, he has already paid for it. When you ask him about it, he just says that he thought it was the bare minimum.
Boyfriend!choso That feels deeply every emotion. Every discussion ends up with him crying. Every sad movie or sad song, he cries. He is not a baby but has a big heart, he never sees his sensitivity as something to be ashamed of. It's simply part of who he is.
Boyfriend!choso Has already bought your engagement ring, he bought it after the first date. He already knew that you would become his wife, why wait on that decission? It's not impulsive to him, he simply knew. The ring has been sitting safely hidden away ever since, waiting for the day he finally gets to put it on your finger.
Boyfriend!choso Is the ultimate velcro boyfriend. He constantly needs a little reassurance that you still love him, that you're not upset with him, and that everything between you is okay. And despite being perfectly capable of taking care of himself, Choso absolutely loves being babied by you. Let him rest his head on your lap while you play with his hair, feed him little snacks, and tell him how much you love him, and he'll be the happiest man alive.
Boyfriend!choso Who let's you play with his hair, loves to wear a new look just cause you did his hair. Wearing three pigtails? He is wearing them with a smile. "Yeah my girlfriend did my hair, isn't she talented?"
Boyfriend!choso Is an amazing cook, he learned to cook for Yuji and his brothers, and now he cooks for you. He'll quietly make your favorite meal, set everything up for you, and watch with the softest smile as you take the first bite.
Boyfriend!choso That is a bit of a nerd and loves to ramble and talk about weird things. He somehow knows a lot about trains, dinosaurs, sharks and why that cloud is called cumulonimbus. He gets this little sparkle in his eyes whenever you actually listen, because he loves sharing all the weird things he's learned.
Boyfriend!choso Doesn't lend you much of his own clothes, but he'll happily buy you as many as you want. Shein, Zara, Dior...He genuinely doesn't care about the brand. If you like something, he'll simply take out his card and pay for the entire shopping cart without a second thought.
Boyfriend!choso Who is family orientated and constantly talks about having kids with you. And wanting Yuji to be a really present and involved uncle.
Boyfriend!choso That does not know how to decorate a house. He just buys things that he likes and tries to put them toghether. One corner has plants, another has books, there's a random lamp he thought looked cool, and somehow a shrimp statue that he thought it looked nice. He is cluttercore personificated.
Boyfriend!choso Who has an app on his phone to know about your monthly cycle. He knows the deal, when to buy you chocolate, when you feel bloated, when you feel pretty... He never makes you feel embarrassed about it; he simply pays attention and makes sure you're comfortable.
── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──
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nothing is fixed here. you can LITERALLY change your genetics by manifestation !!
just assume that you already look like your ideal self and that's it. get into the mindset of having your ideal appearance. the moment you desire something, KNOW that there are infinite realities and infinite versions of you that already have what you desire
so by getting into the mindset of having your desires, the reality will SHIFT to give you your desires
not seeing results in the 3D?
the only reason for that is the assumption that you're not seeing results in the 3D.
believe it or not, you ALREADY have your results
PERSIST in the assumption that you already have your ideal appearance even though there is no evidence in the 3d for it
if you are beautiful and attractive in your imagination, then you're beautiful and attractive period.
pairings: Baker!Higuruma x chubby!fem reader x Baker!Nanami
mdni 18+: your lonliness has been at an all time high since your bum ass boyfriend cheated on you. So, you end up in a small bakery where you can eat your sorrows away. But, when you see the two hot owners of the establishment, you wonder whether they can eat you?
includes: chubby/curvy reader | EIFFEL TOWER | pussy eating | fingering | everyone making out w/each other | oral sex (f + m receiving) | food play | squirting | cum everywhere
You're walking around the street alone, dress and hair sticking to your body from the rain, heels nowhere to be found, and mascara running down your puffy cheeks.
You were supposed to meet up at your boyfriend's place for your anniversary dinner. You spent hours on your look. From the products you put in your hair, to the dress that accentuates your gorgeous figure, all the way down to the heels you bought for this occasion. You guys were planning on going to a well known restaurant downtown—well more like you were planning it. Your boyfriend kind of let you take the reins on the whole thing. You made the reservation months in advance and made sure to tell him everyday to cancel any work plans he had that day. So, it is a shocker to you when you walk up to his place, open the door with the spare key he gave you, and see some bitch bouncing on your boyfriend's dick like she has all the time in the world.
You stand there in shock, but it seems like they haven't noticed you from the loud moaning and slapping of skin. So, you decide to do what any normal person would do—scream and start smashing his shit.
You first grab the nearest vase and throw it straight at the wall near their heads grabbing their attention. "The fuck?" screams the chick who's name you don't even care to know. You then take off your heels and chuck each at both of them.
"You asshole! How could you do this to me? After everything we've been through, you fuck it up for some whore?" Your eyes are stinging with tears but you don't dare let them fall. You grab another vase that coincidently contains flowers that you bought him on a whim one day.
"No baby i'm sorry please, it was an accident! She doesn't mean anything I swear!" He has his arms out trying to calm you down. But you are way past calm right now. Not after you've been calm about everything else during this relationship.
The woman stands up and smacks him, "Oh I don't mean anything? That's funny since you were pumping my pussy full of cum for months!" Then everything inside you freezes.
"Months?" You shakily ask.
The woman slowly walks up to you with her hands out, "He's been seeing me for around five months. He never mentioned that he was in a relationship. I promise I would have never gotten with him if he was."
Your blood had run cold, the both of you have been together for about a year. You were going to celebrate that year tonight. A year where you thought you finally met the love of your life, your soulmate, the person you called home. The image shattered completely in the past five minutes.
Slowly, you put the vase down, your eyes move to look at their faces one final time, you turn on your bare heels, and walk out the door with the little bit of dignity you have left.
・❥・
Now back to the present, you are aimlessly walking the dark street. Heartbroken and really fucking hungry, you notice a shop's light on. You trudge your way over to the warm lighting and walk in. With the bell announcing your presence, you take in the atmosphere—soft lights, glass display counter with various pastries that look absolutely delectable, small tables surrounding you, and a little cash register. As you are looking around, you don't notice the two tall shadows looming over you until a large hand is on your shoulder.
"Excuse me miss?" A deep voice rumbled behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and are met with two tall, handsome men. One with blonde hair, hazel eyes, sharp jawline, and a stern look with a bit of softness in his eyes. The other has dark brown hair, gloomy eyes, and a slightly aquiline nose. Both are beautiful and you start to feel a bit self conscious of your appearance.
"Oh! Hello, I'm sorry for coming in so late, this place was the only one I saw that still had their lights on." You say as your eyes meet the blonde haired man.
"It's alright, but we are closed, we were just cleaning up." The blonde man gestures towards the clock, it reading half past nine.
You politely apologise again and turn to leave but the other man stops you with a hand on your shoulder, "Are you alright? You're soaked and barefoot." He points out.
You don't know why but the way these two men are looking at you have you tearing up again. They look at each other once, a silent conversation occurring between them and they immediately start moving. One of them moves you to sit on a chair while the other grabs a towel from the kitchen in the back.
"Are you hungry sweetheart?" The brunette one questions.
"No, I'm alright thank you." You lie. But, right after you say this, your stomach growls in the silence of the bakery. He softly smiles and rises from his chair.
"What would you like to eat? We have an assortment of pastries to pick from." He motions his head over to the display case of pastries.
Your eyes are immediately drawn to the single slice of strawberry shortcake in the case. He notices how your eyes shine bright when you eye the cake. "That's our most popular one, would you like a slice? It's free of charge." He asks you but is already donning gloves to plate it for you.
Once he sets down the cake with a plastic fork, you immediately start digging in. The taste was phenomenal—from the decadent taste of the strawberries, the sponge of the cake, and the way the whipped cream melts on your tongue, you feel like you've tasted a piece of heaven. Not to mention it was served by a very attractive man.
While you are eating, the blonde man comes out with a soft towel and drapes it over your shoulder. You then look up from your plate to see them both looking fondly upon you. Placing your fork down on your plate you thank them both for the delicious cake and ask them for their names.
"Nanami Kento." The blonde responds.
"Higuruma Hiromi." answers the brunette.
"Thank you, to the both of you." You smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. They scoot a little closer to you, one on either side of you.
Nanami places a gentle hand on your shoulder, caressing it gently, "What happened darling?"
"Its a long story but overall, my boyfriend of a year cheated on me the day of our anniversary." You choke out, trying not to cry in front of these attractive bakers.
"Forgive me for saying this sweetheart but he's a fucking idiot." Higuruma scoffs, absolutely appalled at the fact that someone could hurt someone as beautiful as you. That someone could make tears run down those gorgeous cheeks.
You laugh at that statement which puts a smile on his face. "I should have seen this coming, I mean you should have seen the girl he was with. She had the body of a model—perfect skin, hair, face. I could never compete." They make eye contact with each other with a frown, then a slow smirk makes way to their faces.
"How would you like to come over to our place? I really don't recommend that you are by yourself during a time like this." Nanami suggests, Higuruma nodding along.
You wave your hands in front of you trying to decline their offer, "Oh I really couldn't impose on you both. This is something I have to deal with by myself."
Your mind is all over the place at the moment. You catch your boyfriend cheating on you, then you end up in a bakery with two handsome bakers that want to take you home with them.
"You know what? Fuck it let's go."
・❥・
Nanami picks you up as if you weighed nothing and carries you to their car because of your lack of shoes. Once he places you in the back seat, cushioned leather seats providing you a sense of comfort, Higuruma sits in the passenger seat and Nanami starts the car. The car roars to life as you all head to their place.
Once you arrive, you notice how nice their complex looks. Tall building with sleek glass windows reflecting everything in view. Before you could open the car door, Higuruma already beat you to it—opening the door and immediately picking you up without breaking a sweat so you don't have to touch the ground with your bare feet.
He carries you with Nanami trailing behind him to the elevator, clicks a floor number and you all stand there as the elevator slowly rises. It is silent until you start giggling, finding this entire ordeal hilarious. The men look at you a bit confused until they chuckle to themselves as well—deep voices rumbling off the walls and Higuruma's chest sending calming vibrations throughout your body.
The elevator door dings as you all reach their floor. You make it inside the apartment and it's a very cozy atmosphere. Dim lighting all around, small kitchen enough for two people, a living room with some soft throw blankets, and a little coffee table with some magazines.
Higuruma finally places you down on the hardwood floor and they both watch you walk further in, admiring the slight gleam in your eyes as you take in the place. Nanami speaks up, "Would you like to take a shower?" He offers and your eyes immediately perk up. This whole situation had your mind so scrambled that you didn't even realize that you looked a mess.
"Yes please." You respond thankful, walking with him to the bathroom. He hands you a towel, toothbrush, and spare pajamas that definitely belong to one of them. You close the door to the bathroom and actually take a good look at yourself in the mirror over the sink. Your face streaked with mascara and eyeliner, eyes puffy, hair damp, and dress slowly drying up. You look like a mess and everything comes back to the forefront of your brain. The way the woman was on top of him, the shock in his face for being caught, the shattered vase, all of it comes back. Your eyes begin watering again and you start to sniffle, then sob, finally allowing yourself to break.
Removing your clothes, you step in the shower to hopefully wash off this whole night. You scrub your face hard enough to wash off every remnant of your tears, wash the rain water out of your hair, and scrub the rest of your body.
Stepping out of the shower, you change into the clothes they lended you. Large tshirt over the clean boxers that hug your thighs and ass beautifully. Brushing your teeth— you take a look into the mirror again at your much cleaner state. You walk out of the bathroom and you hear movement coming from another room. Following the sounds of footsteps and rustling, you reach a bedroom. Peeking inside you see both men folding blankets and fluffing pillows. They notice you at the door and with gentle smiles, gesture for you to come in.
"You can stay here as long as you would like." Nanami said. "We will take the couches."
You don't know why you said the next words that came out of your mouth but something about the way they have looked at you, made a warmth bloom in your chest, so you told them, "If it's not too much trouble, you could both say here with me? The bed is big enough for all three of us."
They stare at you for a beat before nodding and you all get comfortable on the king size bed. Nanami lying on your left and Higuruma your right, and you—surrounded by the warmth of two men who came to your rescue, you all drift off to sleep.
・❥・
The sun is shining through the blinds when you wake up alone in bed. The warmth of the two bakers gone. You look around for any sign of them until your eyes stumble across a note on the nightstand:
We left for the bakery, you may help yourself to anything in our home. Stop by around closing to try our new poundcake recipe.
Nanami: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Higuruma: xxx-xxx-xxxx
Text or call us if you need anything.
You smile at the note and grab your phone to put both of their numbers in. Not wanting to go to the solitude of your apartment, you decide to lounge around the apartment for the day, preparing small meals for yourself—not really feeling like eating but have to for the sake of your health.
Once you check the clock, you see that it is almost closing at the bakery. You don't want to show up wearing pajamas so you call for a ride to your house to freshen up. Once you've changed you make your way to the bakery. Walking through the door, you don't see anyone around so you call out to them. There was no answer but you hear the clash of some type of pot or pan and you immediately head towards the back area.
As you get closer to the kitchen, you hear groans along with small smacking noises. When you finally reach the noise, what you see makes your jaw drop for the second time in 24 hours. There in the kitchen is Nanami and Higuruma deeply making out with one another. Higuruma leaning against a metal table in the center of the kitchen while Nanami is roughly gripping his hips.
You're standing there for a good two minutes watching them shove their tongues down each other's throats before Higuruma notices your presence. He pulls away from Nanami and that makes him turn to you as well.
"Hello sweetheart, are you enjoying the show?" Higuruma chuckles.
"I-I didn't mean to stare, I just heard a loud bang and-"
"It's alright darling," Nanami interrupts, "You can join if you'd like."
"But you told me to come over to try a new poundcake reci-" You cut yourself off, finally connecting the dots.
"Ah~ you finally understood the message," Higuruma says while slowly walking up to you, circling you like a shark—Nanami doing the same.
On any other day, a situation like this would make you feel scared and disgusted, but right now, you just feel a heat pooling down in your core. A heat that only they could fix.
"Tell us you don't want this sweetheart, and we'll stop." Nanami whispers in your ear.
Your face feels like it's on fire from their intense stares. Both of them come closer to you, invading your space and filling your senses with their scent. Higuruma plants a soft kiss on your neck which makes you moan softly. Nanami follows suit with a sweet kiss on the other side of your neck. "Please, don't stop."
You are then grabbed by the waist and pulled against Higuruma's chest, his hands roaming your plump body. Namami's hands find purchase on your chest, lightly squeezing and grazing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. Higuruma's hands slide down to your soft hips and he rubs small circles in an almost comforting gesture.
"May I take this off?" Nanami tugs at the hem of your top. You nod, but that's not enough for him, "Use your words darling." He watches your eyes intensely as you open your mouth to speak, "Yes, please." He smiles and slowly lifts the garment over your head, exposing your torso to the slight chill in the air. He moves a hand to the back of your bra, unclipping it slowly to give you time if you want to back out. Once he removes it, he lightly grazes your pebbling nipples with the pads of his thumbs.
"Gorgeous," He murmurs seemingly to himself, "So perfect."
He leans down to kiss the valley of your breasts while Higuruma watches. You move your hand to the nape of his neck, breathing heavy at the softness of his lips touching your skin. Higuruma's hands drift lower to take off your skirt and graze his fingertips over your cute panties.
Your breath hitches when he pulls them to the side and pulls apart your drenched folds with his index and middle finger, exposing your cunt to the air. "Your drenched baby—did watching us make out turn you on that much?" He chuckles in your ear, the rumbling from his chest making your body burn with need.
He takes his fingers and starts to slowly rub small circles on your clit, drawing soft moans from your throat. Nanami catches your moans in a long kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip to grant him access and you open your mouth wider to let him in. The kiss is sloppy, wet, still trying to catch up with his rhythm. You moans grow louder as Higuruma sticks a finger inside your warm hole, groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him tight. He whispers in your ear, "Relax sweetheart, let us take care of you."
Nanami releases your lips from that bruising kiss, leaving you in a daze. He holds your face in his large hands, thumbs slightly brushing your cheeks, "What would you like us to do sweet girl? This is for you." You look into his eyes that are boring into yours and you whisper, "I need your mouth, here." You gesture towards your pussy that is currently being filled by Higuruma's fingers.
Letting go of your face, Nanami slowly goes down on his knees, breathing over your spread lips before licking a long stripe up from Higuruma's fingers to your clit. You let out a loud moan that is cut off by Higuruma turning your head to capture your lips in another searing kiss.
The only noises in the kitchen are the squelching wetness of Nanami's tongue and Higuruma's fingers going in and out of your pussy—both of them going faster once your moans become louder and you start to clench around them. It all reaches a peak once he presses against that soft spot inside of you, making you see stars, "ohmygod—fuuuck" you moan as you release all over his fingers and Nanami's face.
They let you take a breath by placing you on top of the counter in the center of the room. You watch them get undressed completely, removing their chef jackets, aprons, and trousers until they are in nothing but their shoes.
"Are you okay sweet girl? Do you think you can handle both of us?" Nanami smirks at your shocked expression, but you get off the table to stand in front of him. You start wiggling your hips, rubbing your ass against Nanami's cock but he stops you. You're confused until you look up and see Higuruma standing in front of you holding a container of what appears to be buttercream and a spatula.
He opens the container, sticks a finger inside and scoops a little bit of the cream, and smears it on your lips. You stick out your tongue and you pause. It tasted amazing—it wasn't too sweet or dense, the perfect balance of light and fluffy. Nanami turns your head towards him to lick the remaining cream off, moaning into your mouth.
"Delicious," Nanami moans into your mouth, "I could get used to this."
You giggle as you lean down to plant a feather light kiss to the tip of Higuruma's cock. His breath hitches as you go from a kiss to kitten licks. While you are doing this, he takes the spatula, picking up some cream and smearing a dollop on your back. He places the container and spatula down on the table and grabs some of your hair to move you on his cock. While this is happening, Nanami grabs your ass, drags his cock over your slick and moves it inside your swollen pussy in one push.
You moan around Higuruma's cock—the vibrations causing him to moan out into the air. With both of them filling you on both ends, they start to move—Higuruma moving forward, pushing you into Nanami, and Namani pushing you back into Higuruma. The feeling is overwhelming but feels amazing. You feel them getting closer together then hear the smacking noises that you heard earlier happening above you. You take your mouth off of Higuruma's cock and turn your head to look up and see both of them making out right over your back.
Higuruma breaks apart from Nanami to look down at you, "Did I say you could stop?" He growls as he grabs your hair and moves you back to his cock. Both men bend down to lick at the cream on your back —tongues lapping up the sticky substance before going back to roughly kissing each other.
It is a mess of skin slapping together and moans coming from all around. You all find a comfortable rhythm. Their hands explore your whole body—groping your plump breasts, squeezing your hips, and Nanami's hand travels down to your clit. He rubs languid circles while fucking into you, pushing Higuruma's cock deeper into your mouth.
"I bet your boyfriend couldn't ever fuck you like this. He couldn't make a gorgeous woman like yourself feel this good." Nanami's voice rumbles behind you.
"mhmmm~" You moan around Higuruma's cock, trying to respond.
"I think her mouth is full Kento." Higuruma laughs, pushing the rest of his cock into your warm mouth. Tears are welling up in your eyes as his happy trail tickles your nose. Your starting to feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach as you near your second orgasm of the night. You notice they are close too because of the quickening pace of their cocks.
"Where do you want our cum baby?" One of them say but you are so fucked out you can't make out who.
You pull off Higuruma's cock to respond, "I-I want it inside-haah-please I need it."
He grabs your face and caresses your jaw before using his other hand to grab a handful of your hair and shove your mouth back on him. You feel Nanami's hips stutter before he stills and fills up your pussy with continuous ropes of cum.
Higuruma's iron grip in your hair tightens as he fills your throat with his cum, making you swallow every drop. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you spill all over Nanami's cock. Your legs shake almost collapsing before Nanami wraps his arms around you to hold you up.
He carries you to sit on the table, the cold metal a distinct contrast on your warm and swollen ass from the intensity of Nanami's pelvis smacking against you. Higuruma comes to give you a glass of water and you nod your head thankful.
"Drink up pretty, because we aren't done with you yet." Your eyes refocus on Higuruma's hungry gaze, "You still haven't come on my cock."
After tonight, your life was changed, forever.
a/n: Here it is guysss, I really hope you enjoyed reading it! This is from a poll that I posted a while back so I tagged everyone who commented under that post and the teaser I posted. So, if you wanna be tagged in any future works, let me know! Plz remember to take care of yourselves however that may look like, take breaks when you need to, and remember that i'm rooting for you regardless of your situation. Love you all so much <3
~ likes, reblog, and comments are greatly appreciated <3
~ dividers by @designlikenonsense and someone plz lmk where the last divider comes from I completely forgot (i'm sorry)
~ art by @ilameys_1 on instagram
God is consciousness, we all have that inside of us. God is the power to create. We have the power to create whatever we desire with our own minds. We just have to know our power into being.
How do you do that? You wake up every day KNOWING you're powerful, knowing you're limitless. You wake up every day and DECIDE you are getting everything you want today and every day after. You erase all existence of doubt in your mind and believe all that you desire is now yours and you attract anything else you may want in the future. You do not back down until your affirmations become reality.
You do not have to touch the 3D or take action, it's going about your day and doing the things you love knowing everything you do is conformation that you have what you want.
Being beautiful isn't something others get to experience and you don't. It isn't a roll of a die of who gets pretty privilege and who doesn't. The ones who are called "blessed with beauty" are not chosen by someone above, they know their beauty and wield it with every outfit they wear, every step they walk, and they know everyone is watching in awe with everything they do.
Being gorgeous isn't an outfit, or makeup. Being gorgeous is a mindset, taking in all your features and knowing (or deciding) that no one is you, that you're so unbelievable perfectly gorgeous and nothing or nobody could tell you any different.
How do you do that? You wake up and decide you're never going to let insecurities project anymore. No more looking in the mirror and picking at the things you don't like. You have the knowing that no matter what you do, you wake up everyday hotter. You now walk the streets thinking everyone wants you because you are so magnetic and alluring. You know and believe that when you repeat your affirmations, your body and face looks more and more like your desired appearance.
Affirmation to exude this mindset:
ㅤꨄ︎ I am the definition of perfection
ㅤꨄ︎ My beauty is out of this world
ㅤꨄ︎ My presence melts everybody's hearts
ㅤꨄ︎ I am the most irresistible and irreplaceable person to ever exist
ㅤꨄ︎ I am so magnetic and alluring, i get everything and everyone i want
ㅤꨄ︎ I invented pretty privilege
ㅤꨄ︎ everyone falls head over heels in love with my beauty
summary: giving innocent choso a blowjob on a summer night
content: fem reader, blowjob, handjob, virgin choso, innocent choso, overstimulation, crying, inexperienced choso, established relationship, yuji mention, summer vacation, oral (male receiving), praise, kissing, making out, ejaculation, no use of y/n
You and your boyfriend, Choso, have been dating for around 2 months now.
You guys met in a coffee shop and hit it off ever since. He offered to pay for your food and you ended up giving him your number.
The best decision you’ve ever made.
He’s adorable, caring, and always finds a way to spend time with you. Not just with you, but with other people too. Every day you see how involved he is with his little brother, Yuji. It’s the sweetest.
Your relationship is going smooth. He’s always there to tag along with whatever plans you have. Even your friends don’t mind when he shows up to occasional hang outs, which is rare since they usually hate your choice in men. He takes you shopping all the time. He buys your favorite snacks in bulk so you never run out of them. He just loves seeing you happy. He watches you do your hair and makeup every morning in admiration, whether it’d be over facetime or in person. The relationship can’t be any more perfect.
To him.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re starting to get a little needy.
You love everything about him except the fact that he can’t catch a hint.
You try to give him some grace. You can tell how little he knows of his body— your body and everything that comes with. But he never talks about anything even remotely sexual. Every time you tease him or joke with him suggestively, he totally brushes it off or misinterprets it.
How is it that someone his age is so clueless?
His eyes are always wide with innocence. It’s cute. Really. But you want more from him. It’s starting to feel like a friendship.
- - - - - -
One summer night, you two are watching a movie series on the couch.
Choso had surprised you by booking a beach house for you two to stay in for vacation. He had Yujis help planning everything and it was all worth it once he saw the smile on your face when you found out.
The house is nice. It has a large kitchen and a beautifully decorated living room. There’s windows all around, giving a clear view of the ocean and the field of sand. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough space for the both of you.
Although you and Choso share a bedroom, it doesn’t really feel that way.
You’d go to sleep with him hugging you from behind, all cozy and affectionate but then you’d wake up in the morning with him not even in bed anymore. He’s always up before you. And he doesn’t kiss you before bed. He barely even kisses you at all besides slight pecks here and there. He doesn’t touch you often unless he’s holding your hand or bringing you into a tight hug.
You guys don’t do anything that couples usually do when they’re alone together. It bothers you more than you’d like.
Chosos head is resting on top of yours as he dozes off, not paying attention the movie is playing in the background.
You can hear his light breathing as he sleeps peacefully, his chest rising up and down with each snore. You smile to yourself before tapping the side of his cheek with your finger, waking him up instantly.
He makes a sound of surprise before his eyes crack open and he apologizes for dozing off— straightening his posture and lifting his head off of you. He grabs your small hand into his large one, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his index finger and relaxing his body into the couch pillows.
You look up at him, moving the hair out of his face with your other hand and reassuring him. “It’s fine, Cho. We were swimming all day. I don’t expect you to be super awake right now.” You giggle.
You grab your phone off the table to check the time before placing it back down. 11:24 pm. Although you’re not tired, you aren’t surprised he is. It’s late and you two spent the whole day outside together.
He nods, but there’s a slight frown on his face. Disappointed in himself for falling asleep. “I don’t wanna miss out on an important scene.” He gestures to the large TV playing ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ in front of you guys. The bright colors on the screen illuminate the whole room.
You roll your eyes and grab the remote, “We can watch it another time. Don’t force yourself to stay awake because of a movie.” You respond, pressing the power off button on the remote. The house becomes completely dark and quiet as soon as the TV turns off. The only sound heard is the ocean waves crashing outside and your guys’ faint breaths. The only source of light was the glow of the moon and stars out the window.
He’s still rubbing circles on your soft palm with his finger. You grab the side of his face, bringing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. He feels himself blush at the sudden affection.
“I’m so grateful for you. For this.” You tell him, grabbing a seashell designed pillow on the couch and playfully hitting him with it.
You’ve been obsessed with how the house is decorated ever since you first got here. Colorful bathroom tiles. String lights hanging in each room. Plant pots in every corner. Pink, teal and orange sheer curtains covering the windows. Coconut scented candles. Everything is so perfect.
He smiles. He loves making you happy. It makes him happy. It’s infectious.
“I’m very grateful for you, too.” He responds, kissing you back on the cheek.
For a moment, it was silent. A comfortable silence.
You stare at the wall before scoffing. “It’s so dark.” You complain, crawling over to the other side of the couch and reaching your hand over to press the button of a small lamp sitting on the coffee table.
It lights up the room just right. Not too bright, but bright enough to where you can see Chosos doe eyes staring at you when you turn around. His lips soft and his dark brunette hair down, dropping to his shoulders. His beautiful body. He’s the only person that matters to you in this moment.
He’s shirtless and wearing fuzzy matching pajama pants with you. You’re wearing those pajama pants with a cropped black tank top.
As soon as the lamp turns on, the two of you take in the sight of each other. You were both sitting in the dark for so long that it felt refreshing to look at each other again.
His pupils dilate as he catches a full view of you. The light of the lamp shining on your face makes you look even more gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” He compliments, blushing faintly. You giggle before going in to hug him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your body now perched on top of his. He hugs you back and you make a squeak sound from the tightness of the hug which earns a laugh out of him. He’s always hugging you so tightly. The warmth of his body travels to yours.
You exhale and pull away, moving stray hairs out of his face and planting your hands onto his broad shoulders.
His hands are wrapped around your waist, staring up at you and waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitches once you fully realize what position you’re in. You’re sitting on his lap. You decide to make the most out of it. Your hand moves up to his warm neck and you feel his pulse quicken under your finger tips. You cup his neck and ask, “Do you wanna kiss me?” with a gentle smile on your face.
Hs swallows nervously, nodding. You bring your lips to his. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but it quickly escalates. He lets out a noise of surprise when your tongue enters his mouth, returning the favor and sticking his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues move around each others, wet kissing noises filling up the quiet ambience of the room.
His hand moves down to your hips, gripping the flesh of your sides and digging his fingers in. He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding under your tank top.
His hands being right underneath your breasts made his head spin. You aren’t wearing a bra. He could touch them right now if he moves his hands a few inches higher.
You whine into his mouth, practically ready to eat his face off with the way you’re kissing him. He’s getting overstimulated. After a few more seconds of sloppy kissing, he pulls away abruptly. Theres a smacking sound as both your lips pull off of each other and he’s breathing heavily. You look down at him in concern. His hands loosen their grip around you.
The expression on his face is hard to gauge. Your eyebrows furrow as he looks away from you, still panting. “Are you okay?” You ask him, moving his jaw with your fingers— turning his head to face you.
His eyes are glassy and wide. His lips are pink and bruised from all the kissing and he’s profusely blushing. He’s a bit tense, honestly. “Huh? Y-yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” He nods, yet his voice is a bit shaky. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“I-I have to use the bathroom.” He blurts, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the hall. Leaving you hot and bothered alone.
- - - - - -
He comes back after a few minutes, looking a bit disheveled.
Choso is usually composed and relaxed but currently he’s very tense. Is something wrong? You desperately want him to tell you more than what he’s letting on. You sit up a little, staring at him in curiosity.
“Hi, baby.” You greet him.
He sits besides you and exhales, staring at nothing but the floor.
That’s weird.
You both sit in silence for at least a minute now. All he’s doing is breathing. Irregularly.
Your hand goes to his bare shoulder. “Choso, you can tell me everything. You know that.” You let him know with a warming expression on your face. You rub his bicep soothingly. He looks down at you, and he’s fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.
“I know.” He answers.
“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You ask him.
He clears his throat, looking away from you with a shameful look on his face. Now you’re genuinely worried.
“Cho..” you start, before trailing off. Your eyes go down to his lap. Under his hands is a bulge through his pants. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before realizing exactly what it is.
He notices you looking at it. He feels so embarrassed.
“I.. don’t know how I should explain myself.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to make it go down.” He speaks before you interrupt him.
“No, no, Choso. It’s fine. It’s completely fine. I understand. I’m not mad. I could never get mad at such a thing.” You tell him, making eye contact with him. “It’s a natural reaction. We were kissing.” You smile. “You could have just told me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?” He asks, in disbelief. You shake your head.
“No. Of course I’m not mad. Why would you think I’d be mad?” You ask, taking his hand into yours and rubbing it softly, which just arouses him more.
He shifts in his position before beginning to speak. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d be uncomfortable. And also I’m just not very experienced. At all.” He explains truthfully.
You shake your head. So that’s why he’s so guarded all the time.
“I’m not uncomfortable, Choso. I-I think you’re the person who makes me feel the most.. comfortable. Genuinely. And I couldn’t care less that you’re not experienced.” You tell him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
He looks up at you as you climb onto his lap again.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answer instantly. “I really.. really like you.” You smile, kissing his forehead.
He blushes at your praise. “I like you too.”
You lean into him and your tongue slips into his mouth again. A gentler kiss compared to before. You wanna make him feel comfortable. Your hands are pressed on his cheeks and you pull him closer to you, forcing a deeper kiss as you tilt your head to give him more access to your mouth.
You can feel his erection growing underneath you. His bodys radiating heat. You pull away from the kiss.
“Choso, do you want me to take care of it for you?” You ask, staring into his eyes.
He looks at you for a spilt second, his eyes glossy before nodding his head up and down.
“A-Alright.” He agrees. He has an idea of what you’re insinuating.
You acknowledge his consent with a nod before going down to the floor on your knees. He shifts his body to face you. You plant both of your hands onto his large thighs, soothingly caressing him which slows his nervous shaking.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes and looking up at him. He nods, shooting you a soft smile but you can tell he’s still incredibly nervous. He’s pouting slightly.
“You don’t have to be scared, Cho. I promise.” You tell him. He nods at your words, trying to steady his breathing.
You pull down his pants and he watches you, feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt right now. He’s not wearing anything underneath. His hardened cock springs out and slaps his bare abdomen. You gasp. It’s long. Thick. Just over 7 inches. His tip is flushed an angry reddish color and it’s leaking pre cum. He visibly perks up once you gasp at the sight. His heart is beating like crazy right now.
You grab his dick into your hands, giving it a few slow, shallow strokes. Your fingers are small compared to his size, barely fully wrapping around his girth. Each drop of pre cum just lubricates his cock more and the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled by the wet noises of you stroking him and Choso’s heavy breathing. He’s shifting like crazy each time you simply move your hand.
You bring your thumb to his spongey tip, sliding it over back and forth which causes him to relax his entire body into the soft couch cushions, his head faced towards the ceiling and his big brown eyes fluttering shut as he whines.
You then bring your soft lips to his tip, kissing it lovingly. He cracks open his eyes and lifts his head, staring down at you. “What..” He starts, swallowing. “What are you doing?” He asks.
You giggle and shush him with a smile on your face, sticking your tongue out and flicking it directly on the slit of his tip, which immediately makes him cough in surprise.
He starts to panic, large hands shaky. “Can I touch you?” He asks.
You nod, still kissing his tip. His hand immediately goes to your hair, gently gripping a section next to your ear. You love that about him. He’s always so tender with you. Like you’re the most fragile person in the world. You trust him implicitly.
As soon as he grips your hair, your wet, warm mouth wraps around his twitching dick.
You push your head down, his length disappearing inch by inch into your mouth until he’s almost fully lodged in. You try to reach all the way down to the base of his dick but you choke halfway through, your throat contracting around him as you gag and immediately pull off of him. Your eyes are red and watery now.
Choso’s instantly concerned. Everything feels so good for him but your comfort always comes before his own pleasure. “S-shit.. are you okay?” He asks, straightening his posture and pulling his hand out of your hair. His eyes look all over you for any signs of injury.
You wipe your teary eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, Choso.” You tell him. “You’re just too big.” You tease, letting out a giggle. You go in to stroke him a few times more with your hand. He immediately whimpers once he feels your touch again.
You grab the base of his cock and lower your head, taking him into your mouth again.
You bob your head up and down his length while your hand strokes the rest of his length that you can’t fit down your throat. It makes such vulgar noises.
He feels like he’s in heaven right now. And it shows. He’s a whiny mess. His usual pale, light skin is pink all over. He’s sweating bricks and writhing underneath you every second. His abs are flexing involuntarily.
“G-gosh..” He moans, voice cracking.
The adams apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of you stroking and sucking him at the same time. Eventually you move your hand away and attempt to take all of him into your mouth— slower this time so you don’t choke again.
You push your head down and he aids you, gently planting his large hand on the top of your head and pushing it down. He watches in awe as your nose touches his pelvis, his dick fully in your mouth now. You hold there for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around his cock which feels so good it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“O-oh my.. god.” He whimpers, heavily breathing and tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m getting so.. so close.”
You nod, pulling your mouth off of him and staring him in the eye. “Where do you wanna cum?” You ask, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him and making direct eye contact. He looks at you in a panicked state. “W-what?!” He asks, absolutely perplexed by the question you just asked.
“Where? In my mouth?” You ask, still stroking him relentlessly. His face is redder than a tomato right now. His eyes dart down to your black tank top revealing a decent amount of cleavage.
“I- on your boobs?” He answers hesitantly.
You wrap your lips back around him, hollowing out your cheeks so you can suck him tighter. He whimpers more than ever, mumbling incoherent babbles as your tongue swirls on his tip and you bob your head up and down, lewd sounds coming out each time.
“I’m so close.. p-please!” He begs. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point.
You pull off of him. “Touch yourself, Choso.” You order him. He immediately grabs his dick and starts stroking it. His hand is not nearly as small as yours so it feels less tight around him. You swiftly take off your tank top to reveal your bare chest to him.
His eyes widen and his hand quickens unintentionally, aiming his dick to your boobs. “A-agh..” He moans. And after 3 more quick strokes, hot cum shoots out of his dick and straight onto your boobs, coating them in his mess. He throws his head back in bliss.
He releases his grip and slumps into the cushions of the couch, physically exhausted. You get up off your knees and bring a kiss to his lips, smiling and whispering, “Good job.” in his ear.
His big arms rub your bare back softly. “Thank you. So much.” He smiles shyly.
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helloooo friends, thank you SOO much for reading! likes and reblogs are VERY appreciated :D let me know what u thought of this in the comments. i freaking love choso so i was so happy to write this lol
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part 1 (wrote the most about daddy sukuna as always)
toji
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ is really intrigued by it and finds it a little silly
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅he'd silently notice the effort. Lace, ribbons, perfectly styled hair, manicures, matching accessories, he wouldn't compliment every little thing, but he'd recognize that it took time.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅If you suddenly wore something different, he'd notice immediately.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅If you spent forever getting ready, he'd grumble while waiting, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. The moment you apologized, though, it'd just be a shrug. "You done?"
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅He'd find it amusing when strangers assume you're delicate because of how feminine you look. He knows appearances mean nothing.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅If you're capable, that's all that matters to him. If you asked him which dress looked better, you'd get a long pause before he actually looked. Then something blunt like, "i dont know and dont care wear whatever you want"
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅If your heels were hurting your feet, he'd sigh dramatically before crouching down so you could climb onto his back. He'd complain the entire time. "Should've worn shoes you could actually walk in." But he wouldn't put you down until you got home.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Protective, but not possessive. If someone was making you uncomfortable, he wouldn't make a scene unless he had to. One cold stare from Toji is usually enough to convince most people to leave.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅If your makeup smeared after crying, he'd awkwardly hand you tissues and look anywhere except directly at you. Emotional comfort isn't his strongest skill, but he'd stay.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅He'd absolutely steal your expensive skincare products because "soap is soap," then deny it even when caught.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅If someone insulted you by calling you "high maintenance" or "just a pretty face," he'd probably scoff. "You talk too much." He doesn't care for people making assumptions.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅He'd probably end up buying you something pretty once in a while, not because he's sentimental, but because he happened to win some money gambling that day and thought you'd like it. He'd toss the box onto the table with a casual, "Saw it. Figured it'd suit you."
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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅would awkwardly apologize after destroying and smearing your face from facefucking "uhh sorry i kinda messed it up" and would try to smear it back into place with his thumb but just ends up messing it up even more
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅doesnt care how you are dressed when hes in the mood hes in the mood. could fuck you while you wore his oversized shirt with messy hair and while you are all dolled up, doesnt make a difference to him
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅over time develops a thing for smelling your soft feminine perfumes while he fucks you from behind, his chest pressed to your back and nose burried in your neck
sukuna
sfw
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯even if you weren't hyperfem and dressed normally he would order you and tell you what style to wear, he believes that's his right to do since you are his propriety and would prefer you dressed almost like a concubine, long sleeves, long skirts and dresses in modern version of traditional style with lots of details. and would be very pleased if you dressed that way already
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd notice everything immediately. Every ribbon, layer of lace, perfume, jewelry, and hairstyle. His senses are incredibly sharp. Nothing about you escapes him.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯if he doesnt like the nails you got on he would turn your hand over and flick off the lenght with two fingers, making sure not to actually hurt your nailbeds and would order you to do them the way he likes them
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd find the amount of preparation...entertaining. Watching you spend an hour doing your hair while he waits? He'd smirk.
"All that effort just to be seen by me. How amusing."
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯Unlike Toji, Sukuna would actually comment on your appearance, but only if he genuinely found it beautiful.
"That color suits you."
"Wear your hair like that again."
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd have absolutely no patience for indecisiveness.
"Which dress?" The red one."
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He wouldn't think femininity equals weakness. In the Heian era especially. But likes when you dress so girly because he likes you looking weaker next to him.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd probably enjoy expensive silks and ornate clothing simply because he appreciates quality craftsmanship. Cheap imitations would earn a look of disgust, not to mention fast fashion.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯If someone mocked you for being "too girly," Sukuna wouldn't defend you verbally. He would probably oblivirate them into pieces ripping their limbs off, blood spraying on you then he would look at your ruined outfit and say "just go change" as if he doesnt know how much effort you put in
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd notice everything immediately. Every ribbon, layer of lace, perfume, jewelry, and hairstyle. His senses are incredibly sharp. Nothing about you escapes him.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd find the amount of preparation...entertaining. Watching you spend an hour doing your hair while he waits? He'd smirk.
"All that effort just to be seen. How amusing."
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯Unlike Toji, Sukuna would actually comment on your appearance, but only if he genuinely found it beautiful.
"That color suits you."
"Wear your hair like that again."
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd have absolutely no patience for indecisiveness.
"Which dress?" The red one."
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He wouldn't think femininity equals weakness. In the Heian era especially. But likes when you dress so girly because he likes you looking weaker next to him.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd probably enjoy expensive silks and ornate clothing simply because he appreciates quality craftsmanship. Cheap imitations would earn a look of disgust, not to mention fast fashion.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯If someone mocked you for being "too girly," Sukuna wouldn't defend you verbally. He would probably oblivirate them into pieces ripping their limbs off, blood spraying on you then he would look at your ruined outfit and say "just go change" as if he doesnt know how much effort you put in
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd hate excessive whining."My heels hurt...""Then remove them."...Though if you truly couldn't walk, he'd probably just pick you up because listening to you complain is more annoying than carrying you.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd absolutely notice your perfume before he saw you.
"You're here."He'd dislike overly strong synthetic scents but appreciate subtle floral fragrances.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯he finds it hard to control himself around you sometimes, you activate cuteness aggression in him sometimes and while you are just sitting by his side on a sofa in his grand flower garden he just bites your cheek really hard and acts like hes punishing you but its just one of his guilty pleasures
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𐔌՞. .՞𐦯Seeing you dressed in elaborate Heian-style clothing with long sleeves and intricate hair ornaments would get him rock hard like that man would pounce on you the moment you were alone
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯If your lipstick left a mark on his face after kissing him, he'd notice immediately…and leave it there until someone pointed it out, simply because he wants everyone to know what you two did
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯He'd deliberately invade your personal space when he thought you looked extra good, one of his 4 hands on you at all times
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯he loves intimidating you just to make you tremble and hear your jewelry clink, jingle and chime and say something like "You're trembling already? I didnt even do anything" in a low teasing tone almost making fun of you
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯he'd absolutely tilt your chin up with two fingers whenever you avoided eye contact. "Look at me when I'm speaking." just to admire your makeup and think of ways to ruin it
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯he'd have no issue undoing a ribbon in your hair simply because he felt like seeing it down. Then would go feral if you brushed it from your shoulder exposing soft skin
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯would rip the robes off you, marks you all over your chest and neck leaving bruises, bite marks and hickeys and then would order you to open up your robes to reveal your cleavage while you walk in public just to make sure everyone sees how roughly he uses your body
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯messes up your hair by pulling ir or ruffling it while having sex, makes you cry and choke on his dick just to make sure to ruin your makeup, He has a thing for corruption
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯secretly loves when you look at him all innocent then beg and crave his attention so he ignores you for a weeks on purpose till you are absolutely needy and taking off the billion layers of lace and silk in front of him then catches himself smiling, stands up walks over to you so slowly keeping eye contact then degrades you and humiliates you "I knew you weren't as innocent as you try to be" or "such a cute girl turning herself into a slut just for me"
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯likes to be dramatic and pull you by your beaded or pearl necklace making it scatter on the floor replacing it with his hand and says stuff like "no necklace will ever feel as good wrapped around your throat as my hand right slut?" and he enjoys hearing you gasp for air looking like a sheep about to be devoured by the wolf but he knows you like it
higuruma
sfw
If you spent an hour getting ready, he'd simply read while waiting. He isn't impatient. If anything, he'd lose track of time in his book.
He has a habit of absentmindedly straightening things. A crooked necklace clasp. A ribbon that's coming loose. A pearl earring that isn't sitting quite right.
If your heels slowed you down, he'd quietly match your pace without pointing it out.
Shopping with him is…surprisingly pleasant. He'll sit on the little bench outside the fitting room, reading legal documents or a novel, and every time you ask, "Can you look?" he'll actually put the book down and give you a genuine opinion.
If someone dismissed you as "just a pretty girl," he'd visibly dislike it. "That's quite an assumption to make" He has very little tolerance for people reducing others to stereotypes.
If you were insecure about being "too feminine" to be taken seriously, he'd probably respond with something that sounds like a closing argument."Competence and appearance aren't mutually exclusive. Anyone who believes otherwise isn't worth convincing."
Rainy days become a small ritual. He silently holds his umbrella over you while you fuss over keeping your curls from frizzing.
If you fell asleep on the couch still wearing earrings or a necklace, he'd carefully remove them so they wouldn't dig into your skin.
he's the type to buy practical gifts…until he learns what makes your eyes light up. Then, every so often, you'll receive a velvet box containing a delicate necklace or a pair of earrings he noticed you admiring weeks ago.
actually enjoys brushing your hair. It's one of the few moments where his perpetually busy mind quiets down.
nsfw
becomes distracted by the sight of you adjusting a necklace resting on your chest before a dinner together, losing his train of thought for a moment then begs you to fuck just before going out "please baby you just look too good I cant handle it anymore"
he quietly removes your heels after a long evening because he can tell your feet hurt, treating it as an act of care rather than making a fuss. Then kisses them not in a weird fetish way more in a loving husband way then gets carried away and kisses up your leg then before you know it hes nose pressed against your clit tongue deep inside eating your pussy
your femininity brings out a protective side out of him and he just wants to treat you like a delicate flower or his princess and loves spoiling you with pleasure
its actually his idea one day to start using really pretty toys during sex like those pretty glass dildos or butt plugs on you and likes having you over his knee while he overstimulates you and listens to your high pitched moans and whimpers
it drives him crazy how innocent you look while begging him to go harder and he looses his mind lowk and bruises your cervix
nanami
sfw
He notices immediately when you've put extra effort into your appearance. You don't even have to ask. "The new earrings are elegant." It's said so matter-of-factly that you almost miss it.
He secretly enjoys accompanying you while shopping. Not because he likes shopping, because he enjoys watching you light up over something beautiful.
You come out of the dressing room asking, "Too much?" He looks over the dress carefully. "…No." A pause. "You wear it well."
If you're cold, his jacket is already around your shoulders before you've even finished mentioning it.
He has expensive taste. If he buys you jewelry, it's something understated but exceptionally well made: gold, silver, real pearls, pieces youll still wear 20 years later.
Hyperfeminine habits don't confuse him. Spending forty minutes styling your hair? Organizing makeup? Matching your handbag to your shoes? He simply accepts them as part of who you are.
If someone makes a sexist comment, "She's all looks." Nanami doesn't raise his voice. He simply looks at them. "That's an unintelligent conclusion." Conversation over.
If your bracelet keeps sliding off while you're working, he'll quietly fasten it properly without interrupting your conversation. Then a week later surprise you with matching Cartier love bracelets since you cant take those off and he would wear only a matching ring himself.
Seeing you descend the stairs after spending hours getting ready earns one of the rarest sights in the world- Nanami smiling before he even realizes he's doing it.
If you're anxious before an event "Do I look alright?" He closes his book. Then answers with complete sincerity. "…You look lovely."
He'd develop little routines without realizing it. He'd straighten your coat before you leave. Adjust the collar of your blouse. Pick lint off your sleeves. Carry a spare umbrella because he knows you hate when humidity ruins your hair. Replace your favorite perfume before you notice it's nearly empty. (like jesus refiling the hairspray bottle if you get the ref LMAO)
Bring you flowers, grand bouquets every week, quite a handful of seasonal blooms because he passed a florist on his way home and even tho you two are together he is still trying to win you over every week
nsfw
He stands behind you to fasten a necklace, his hands steady as he quietly says, "Stay still for me angel" Then starts kissing you down the back of your neck and hugs you harder from behind pressing his erection against your ass but composes himself and only fucks your brains out after you come home. So the whole night you are out you both are thinking about it.
When he notices you are cold he opens up his jacket so u can hug him and wrap your arms around his warm waist while you wait for the cab but the sight of your pretty face resting on his chest and slightly shivering drives him crazy and he leans a little to whisper in your ear "you are too adorable I cant wait to fuck that cunt when we get home" and he watches your face and ears turn red with an innocent smirk on his face acting like he didn't say something extremely dirty so no one notices
He notices you've switched from your usual perfume and, hours later, admits, "…I think I prefer this one." While he's fucking you against the wall of your hallway your legs wrapped around him cus y'all cant keep your hands off each other his nose buried in your collarbone inhaling your smell
Smoothens your hair and kisses your forehead and cheeks while balls deep in missionary appreciating how beautiful and dolled up you are "you are the prettiest girl in the whole world" while he cups your face and you cup his holding eye contact before his tongue slips in your mouth kissing you deeply.
sometimes when you are out shopping and you ask him if a dress or an outfit you tried is okay he will say yes and buy it without another word not telling you that its too revealing or slightly see-through because the fabric stretches across your chest. He likes you looking a little skimpy by accident and only admits it while you two are already having sex
Choso, Naoya, Gojo and Geto in pt. 2 cus this got too long
Wearing a skirt around Toji is like his kryptonite, you know it, and he knows you know too. Every time he’s even a tiny bit annoyed by something you’ve said or done, there you are, suddenly wearing your favourite little skirt. Prancing around the apartment and practically rubbing it in his face how good you look as the material flutters with your every step.
Toji sits on the couch as you move from room to room tidying up, his leg bouncing as he pretends to not notice you. The argument was stupid, and you weren’t even completely in the wrong but here you are trying to tempt him into forgiving you even though he would’ve been over it by dinner.
It’s not like you particularly need or want his forgiveness right now though, you just know that the sex you have while he’s annoyed and unbelievably turned on is always the best sex you have. So, yeah, you both would’ve been fine and over the disagreement in a few hours but why waste the opportunity to turn your boyfriend on when it’s right in front of you?
He doesn’t last long which is entirely predictable of him, his hands reaching for you as you pass by, resolve quickly snapping. A slight gasp slips past your lips as he tugs you into his lap, landing on him with a huff, thighs straddling his.
His lips press against your skin hurriedly, teeth nipping at your neck lightly, leaving behind small marks. Hands large on your hips, grabbing and pulling at your flesh, creeping under the skirt you’ve been flaunting yourself in.
“Toji, slow down,” you laugh breathlessly at his impatience.
He grumbles against you, “Your fault, wearing that stupid skirt—”
“—You like this skirt,” you half-heartedly pout in reply.
“Mhm, like you better out of it,” he snarks back.
You smile knowingly, “I think we both know that’s not true.”
His tongue clicks at that, not able to deny something you both know to be so obviously true. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Does that mean you’re not angry anymore?” You caress his face, thumb tracing his lower lip lightly.
“You do look damn good in this skirt, doll.” His hand creeps up your inner thigh, under aforementioned skirt, “And as a bonus,” his smile grows, “Ease of access.”
His thumb presses against your covered cunt, rubbing right on top of your clit. “You’re such a– mmph– tease, Toji.”
He feigns innocence, “Me? I think we both know it’s you who is the real tease.”
“Do we?” You question his logic.
“Yeah,” he’s pulling your panties to the side as he answers, fingers slipping through your wet slit, “We do.”
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, becoming wobbly. “Proving– hah– yourself wrong right now.”
“You talk too much, doll.” He prods at your entrance, slowly slipping a single digit inside. “I’d really rather hear you moan instead.”
Your head tilts towards him, biting into the material of his shirt as he begins fucking his finger into you, thumb circling your clit so perfectly you could swear you’re seeing stars. A drawn-out moan stutters from your chest, whined and pathetic for how little he’s done. His chuckle is self-satisfied, clearly already getting exactly what he wanted.
“That’s it, just what I wanted to hear.”
One of your own hands slips to the front of his trousers, cupping his very prominent erection, a gruff moan stifled from him at your touch. “Toji, please—”
“Oh? You want my cock, doll?” Tone smug but clearly slowly losing his fucking mind at how your hand squeezes him, thumb teasing the tip of his dick. “You know you gotta ask for it.”
“Please– hah—”
A second finger is added to his first, stretching you wider, scissoring his digits before slipping deeper. Rubbing deliciously against your walls, crooking towards him, your slick dripping down his fingers towards his wrist.
He hums at you, gaze focused on how his hand has disappeared under your skirt, “Hmm? I didn’t quite catch that?”
“Please fuck me,” words panted, struggling to get out a full sentence with the way he crooks his fingers just right every time you open your mouth.
He slips his digits from you, keeping your panties tugged to the side. “Anything for you,” he coos sweetly.
Taking initiative, you pull him from his pants, his cock flushed a pretty pink, tip leaky. He shudders a breath at your hold on him, thumb swiping teasingly over where he’s most sensitive. Shuffling in closer, you hover over his dick, taking your time to torment him like he did you.
“Come on, doll, taking your sweet time,” he groans at you.
“Oh? You want my pussy?” You mimic his words from earlier, “You gotta ask for it.”
He chuckles humourlessly at you, baring his teeth for a moment before asking begrudgingly, “Give me your sweet little pussy, doll.” He tacks on for good measure, “Please.”
“Anything for you, baby,” you repeat his sentiments again, tone light and singsong.
Grinning at you all tight lipped like. “I really do prefer it when you’re moaning—”
Words getting cut off as you sink down on him, cunt greedily taking his cock. “I feel th – mmph– same,” you smile back, mouth dropping open at how his hips thrust upwards.
His head rolls onto the back of the couch, eyes glazed as he looks down at where his dick is stuffing you full. View blocked by the cute skirt you’re sporting; the fact you’re taking him so perfectly and nobody would be able to tell from a first glance making him stupid. Dick twitching inside you as he works himself up at the thought of fucking you in a room while everyone else was none the wiser.
Not missing his gaze, you reach for the hem of your skirt, lifting it up to show him how you’re sitting on his cock. Cunt full and fucked open by him, a guttural groan comes from his chest, like he’s been gut punched. The way you’ve lifted your skirt to show off for him driving him wild, he’s shooting up quickly, arms wrapping around you and pulling your body close to his.
“Fucking hell, doll, you really are gonna kill me,” he whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
“Toji– ah!—”
Words cut off by how he starts fucking up into you relentlessly, lewd squelching noises of him ruining you are filling the room. Pussy obscenely wet and taking him so well, your hips meeting his thrusts eagerly. His big arms wrapped around you firmly, his hold on you being leveraged to use you to fuck himself. He’s taking control of your pace, making you keep up with him.
He’s in complete control, hips wild as he bucks up into you while also pulling you down into him. Your head tucks into him, fingers pulling at the material of his shirt. Gasps and moans pouring from you freely at how he hammers into you over and over. You’re not even sure you’re thinking let alone speaking, anything you might be saying completely unintelligible.
“Can’t even stay mad at you– hnn– not in this– hah– fffucking skirt.” His hands move to your ass, grabbing at your flesh, pulling you open as he keeps insistently fucking into your tight pussy.
His groans reverberate through his chest, you can feel it with how you’re pressed up to him, every sound he makes pricks at your skin. Turned on beyond belief as you let yourself get fucked blissfully, eyes rolling as you drool onto his stupidly tight t-shirt.
Getting exactly what you wanted from him, his unrestrained pace and desperate thrusts just what you needed. Cunt pulsing around him obscenely as your orgasm gets closer and closer, tasting it on the tip of your tongue.
“So close, aren’t you?” he sounds completely fucked out, words almost slurring with how good it all feels. “Need it, doll– hah– wanna feel the way you fucking squeeze– mmph– me as you coat my dick.”
“Toji, feels so– oh! Feels so fucking good,” you cry out at him, eyes beginning to water.
He bites out at you, “I know it does– fuck– I know it does.”
“I– I’m gonna–”
He smiles bright against your skin, “That’s fucking it, let go for me.”
Your body nearly locks up at the force of which your orgasm washes over you, whines leaving you pitifully as your pussy spasms around him, tight as you cum all over his cock. Toji moans at how you grip him, his face turning to the side, teeth latching into the skin of your shoulder. Biting down and leaving behind a mark, his moans stifled into your skin. His own orgasm wracking over him, triggered by yours.
He's cumming so deep inside you, dick twitching as he lets himself fill you with his seed. Hips not stopping as he keeps fucking up into you, his cum leaking from you and down into his lap. Forcing the two of you into overstimulation but not stopping, not until you’re whimpering at him.
“Toji– too much,” you pant against his chest.
He pulls you back so he can look you in the eye, you can see when he notices how wrecked you are by the way his gaze lights up, proud of himself. Your cheeks tear stained and drool caught on the corner of your lip.
His hand is reaching up, thumb rubbing at the spit in the corner of your mouth, “You look really pretty right now, all fucked full, dumb look on your face while in that fucking skirt.”
You smile stupidly at him. “So, you’re not angry anymore?”
“Be careful, doll, if this is how you apologise, I might start pointless arguments with you more often.” He’s grinning at you like an idiot, like he might actually start a fight just to see you in this skirt again.
꒰ ❤︎ 𝓖eto 𝓢uguru
The feeling of eyes on you has been prevalent all day, specifically, Geto’s eyes have been on you all day. Not able to make nearly any move without the feeling of him tracking you closely, you don’t even know what’s wrong with him or what you did. The only thing you do know is that your boyfriend has been watching you very intently today.
As you fold your laundry you can feel him following your movements, he’s watching you from the bed, observing how you carefully fold and put away your clothes. Normally it wouldn’t bother you but you’re beginning to feel a little unsettled by all his quiet staring.
Without sparing a glance, you continue what you’re doing. “Are you feeling okay today?”
“Hmm?” he hums at you distractedly before registering what you’ve said. “Yeah I’m fine, why?”
“You’ve been staring at me all day.” Your brow raises at him.
He throws back at you, “I can’t gaze at my girlfriend?”
“Not when you’re starting to freak her out… no.”
You don’t notice him getting off the bed, his movements quiet, only realising when he’s suddenly behind you and his hands are dragging over your body. Groping you over your clothes, his lips leaving soft kisses against your neck.
Bending your head down, you give him more access. “Ahhh, I see what’s happened now.”
“And what’s that?” He sounds amused.
Spinning in his grip, you loop your arms around his neck. “You’re looking to get some, huh?”
Suguru laughs at your words, a pretty sound that makes your heart flutter.
“Am I wrong?” You sulk back at him.
“Nope, dead on.” He kisses your lips softly before picking you up and carrying you over to your bed.
You can’t help the giggles that slip as he carries you over to and drops you on top of your mattress, bouncing slightly with the force used. He’s undressing in front of you, and you follow his lead, pulling off your shirt before reaching for your skirt. Not getting far though because his hands are reaching out and stopping you.
“Keep the skirt on, pretty.”
His request flusters you but you nod at him, keeping it on like he asked. Your panties on the other hand are being tugged off by him in one swift motion. He’s moving so quickly, clearly impatient as he manoeuvrers you into the position he wants.
“Hands and knees, baby– that’s it,” He’s quiet after that, apparently admiring the view.
“Sugu, what are you– ah!”
Just as you started asking him what he was doing, his fingers slip through your folds, spreading your slick all over your cunt. His fingers lingering at your slit, enjoying the way your knees buckle before pushing into your entrance. It’s hard to keep your noises contained, your arms struggling to keep yourself up at how he stuffs you with them.
Not lingering long before he’s pulling his digits from you, using your wetness to coat his cock. Soft, wet, clicking sounds coming from behind you at how he leisurely strokes himself.
“You’re so fucking wet already,” he notes crudely, a sick kind of joy in his tone, almost like he means it as a compliment.
You can’t even tell him to stop being a tease because he’s swiping his dick through your folds, probing at your hole, gliding to your clit and back again. Repeating his motions, only so he can make you twitch and have your breath catching in your throat. The small whimpers you let out his favourite song.
“You’re being– mmph– cruel,” Your voice is pathetic, and you can’t help it, he got you all worked up, only to be mean.
He slaps his dick against your pussy a few times, “I’m sorry, baby, you want me to fuck you now?”
Such a condescending tone, if you weren’t already on all fours and needy you’d tell him to shove it. “Please.”
“Not very convincing…”
“Sugu—” you stop short, whine bubbling in your throat, “Please~”
“So cooperative,” he coos at you.
At your pitiful plead, he pushes into your tight cunt, stretching you open on his cock. You jolt forward at it, arms barely holding up, the stretch tingling up your spine. Moans tumble from your lips as he rocks into you, his dick sitting heavy inside you.
Suguru’s cock jerks inside you, his head dizzy at how you feel wrapped around him. Pussy so snug it’s making his teeth clench, your skirt bunches around your waist. The sight of his dick shoved inside your hole while you’re wearing it making his heart pound, barely able to focus with the thumping in his ears.
He’s so still and it’s driving you wild, your walls pulsing around him, your hips wiggling back to hopefully get his attention. It works, he’s pulling back oh so slowly, letting you savour the hot drag of his cock as it leaves your needy cunt. Not so gentle on the way back in, hips thrusting forward harshly. The air is knocking out of you as your arms finally give in.
Back arched meanly while your hands grip the sheets. The new angle has your breathing speeding up, suddenly so much needier. You spread your legs further apart and push back, your pussy desperate for more.
He laughs breathlessly at the sight, a single hand pressing into the arch in your back. “Someone’s– hah– eager.”
You grind back into him, “N–need it– hnn– Sugu!”
A shudder runs down his spine at the want in your tone, not expecting you to be so needy. Feeling benevolent and just as desperate as you, he starts a harsh pace. His cock drilling into your gushing hole, the sloppy sounds of him fucking into you the only thing heard aside from your shared moans.
You keep trying to fuck back onto him, his hand holding down harder as he hisses through his teeth, “J–just fuckin take what I give, greedy little thing.”
He’s pinned you so you can’t wiggle back onto him even if you want to, his pace feeling so much more brutal when you’re forced to just take it. Eyes rolling with how he manages to hit every spot inside you perfectly, fat cock reaching the right spots without even having to try. You’re drooling onto the bed sheets with the pleasure running down your spine.
Geto can’t take his eyes off how your ass jiggles every time he stuffs himself back into your pretty pussy, hypnotised by how your cunt bludges while taking him. Dick so unbelievably hard as your skirt ruffles around your waist, moving with each thrust back inside your tight heat.
You can’t think properly, brain too foggy to even verbalise your oncoming orgasm. Not that he needed a warning, fully aware of how close you are by how you shake and your walls grip him impossibly tight. His fingers reach around to thrum at your clit, making you finish suddenly. Somehow your back arching even deeper, your whines pitchy as you cry into the sheets.
The feel of your cunt convulsing around him triggering his own end, pulling out and stroking himself. Just so he can cum all over your ass and skirt, the material no doubt ruined by the sheer amount he’s managed to cum all over it. Twisted pleasure filling him at having coated that pretty, little skirt in his cum, proof of how diabolically he fucked you in it.
Knees finally giving out as you flop onto the bed, head spinning in your come down. Everything feels fuzzy, a lovely kind of fuzzy. “You’re putting away the rest of the laundry for ruining my skirt.”
Geto leans down, front to your back, pressing kisses to your shoulders. “Worth it.”
꒰ ❤︎ 𝓖ojo 𝓢atoru
Today had been a nice day out with Gojo, visiting your favourite café and going shopping afterwards. The weather was perfect, and you’d found some really cute goodies while out. The only thing of special note—aside from Gojo’s insistent compliments on how good you looked—was his otherwise uncharacteristic quiet.
Normally so ready to tease and talk about absolutely nothing replaced with a quiet and soft blush. Daydreaming while you ate, off in the clouds as you walked ahead of him on the streets, he seemed to be overall a little spacey today. It’s endearing albeit concerning, something clearly taking up all his thoughts.
Even in the elevator up to his apartment floor, he’s not quite all there. Though he is a little more fidgety, something you read as being keen to get home. You feel a little guilty for having such a nice time if he’s been waiting to get home the whole day, a fact that’s almost cemented when at the door he sighs frustratedly as he struggles to find the right key.
Cautiously, you take them from him and easily navigate to the right key, unlocking and opening the door. The apartment warm and empty as you step through the threshold. Once you’re through the door, Satoru is hastily shucking off his shoes and dropping all your bags. Impatiently waiting for you to take off your shoes.
As soon as they’re off and you’re bending back up straight, he’s on you. Lips hot against your skin, messy in how he kisses your mouth. Tongue so quick to push in and brush up against yours, suddenly so dizzy at the speed of which he’s moved. Your hands brace on his broad shoulders, shocked by his need, taking you off guard completely.
Pulling back, he speaks between kisses on your neck, “You looked so fucking pretty today, so pretty, beautiful!”
“W–what’s gotten into you?”
“You.” He huffs against you, “You got into me.” His hand trails up your leg and under your skirt. “You and this damn skirt.”
He’s so flustered, a pretty shade of bright pink dancing along his cheeks, hungry look in his gaze. Suddenly all his daydreaming and lingering behind makes a whole lot more sense. He walks you backwards until you hit the wall, resting against it. Hand dancing along the waistband of your panties under your skirt.
“Gojo—”
“—So mean…” he pouts.
“Satoru…” A force of habit to use his last name, still not quite used to the switch. “…Did you at least have a nice time out?” Still feeling a little worried he didn’t.
“I had a fantastic time.” He smiles. “Loved thinking about fucking you in this skirt the whole day…” His fingers slip into your panties, “…And now I’m going to have a fantastic time making that reality.”
Quick to circle around your clit maddeningly, your head knocking back against the wall with the stimulation. Soft and pleased hum coming from him at your reaction, always so happy at how sensitive you are, it makes it easier for him to drive you insane.
“You are so cute,” he compliments again, “Are you gonna let me fuck you here? In the entry way?”
As much as you try for them not to, your words still come out a little wobbly, “I– hnn– whatever y–you want~”
“So good to me,” he sounds proud, of you or himself you can’t tell.
He rewards you by dipping his fingers down to your hole, almost pushing inside. You wiggle your hips down into his hand, desperate to be filled, his teasing beginning to be too much. All worked up and ready to be fucked but he has different plans.
“Want you to cum first,” he tuts, “Want it extra messy when I fuck you.”
After this long, you’d think he wouldn’t fluster you so much, but his words have you bristling, face burning at his comment. His fingers draw back to your clit and repeat his earlier motions, though he gives you more pressure this time. Building you up so carefully, as if brick by brick.
Your legs shake under you, starting to struggle to hold yourself firmly with how good it feels. So quick to get you close, it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is for him to make you cum. Chest stuttering as you struggle to draw in a steady breath, soft moans interrupting the motion.
“G– Satoru, I’m so close,” Your lower lip shakes with your words.
His eyes glint, excitement in his expression. “Good. Cum.”
Your insides pull tight, stomach doing flips as he insistently rubs over your clit, not changing a single thing about how he’s touching you. Head lolling on your shoulders as your fingers dig into his shoulders harder, legs shaking so much more as you struggle to keep hold of him. Mostly being supported now by his free hand on your hip. Orgasm washing over you, eyes unseeing for a moment as your hearing goes dull.
Cunt contracting around nothing, pitiful whines falling from you at the disappointment, it always feels so much better to cum around him. He doesn’t grace you with much of a come down, ripping your panties off before tugging down his pants just enough to pull his cock out of them. He’s so hurried, you’re surprised he was so patient when he’d been daydreaming about fucking you the whole day. Your skirt is bunched around your waist as he lifts you up, guiding you to lock your legs behind him.
He sounds so ruined already, “I don’t think I can be patient, sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
One of your hands leaves his shoulder and slips into his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. “That’s okay.”
“I’m in love with you,” he moans, his tip dragging through your folds.
Your cum leaving you so slick, dripping down your thighs and onto his dick as he runs it between your pussy lips. He doesn’t think he can physically handle anymore teasing, choosing instead to angle himself at your entrance. Giving you one final glance to make sure you’re okay before stretching you open, his cock splitting you damn near in half as he spears you with it.
Satoru almost folds into you at the initial feel of your snug cunt sucking him in, guttural groan leaving him. He’s trying so hard to go slow, to not give you too much at once but it’s really hard when you have such a greedy pussy. His dick twitches pathetically inside you, so sensitive from how hard and desperate he’s been.
With borderline hearts in his eyes, he huffs, “Think I– fuck– I’m in love with your cunt, sweetie.”
You bite your lip as you look down, watching the way he’s sliding into you, pussy budging around his big cock.
“I– hah– love you, too, ‘Toru.” It’s meant to be facetious, but it loses its meaning when you’re moaning so pitifully for him.
The nickname you use has him stuffing you to the brim all at once, his dick sitting deep inside you. He almost purrs with how snugly you squeeze him, all wet and tight and so so perfect. If he had even a little bit less self-control he’d have cum in you just from being balls deep. Feeling so sensitive to every reaction he pulls from you, abs pulling at how you flutter around him, the cause of it being you looking down at how deep he’s in you.
Just to tease you, he pulls out so slowly, both of you watching how shiny his cock is. Coated in your previous orgasm, he shudders about it, jerking as he pulls out.
“Now the fun part,” he winks at you before shoving himself back in quickly, the force he uses nearly knocking the breath from you.
Grateful for his hands on your thighs because you don’t have faith in your ability to cling to him. His pace is relentless, desperation that reflects his patient waiting for this moment. Fucking you so perfectly, to the point you can’t speak. Only thing leaving you are moans and his name, all slurred and barely comprehensible.
It’s obscenely messy how he fucks into you, your thighs wet, his dick slick, exactly how he wanted it. The sloppy sounds of him fucking your sweet little pussy making his brain buzz, high coming on so quick that he can’t help but feel a little disappointed, wanting to stuff you full forever. Not ready to part from you.
His thumb reaches for your sensitive clit, your body flinching at it, too much too soon but he needs you to cum again, he needs to feel it around him this time. Easily pulling a second orgasm from you like this, your whole body trembling in his arms, eyes rolling as you coat his dick with your cum.
Big dopey smile on his face as you finish around him, continuing to play with your clit just to watch you jolt in his hold, finding it adorable. Eventually pulling back when you pout at him, all dazed and bordering on overstimulation.
“Sorry, sweetie.” His head falls back for a moment, almost whining. “Y–you just look so– hah– fuck– cute shaking while I fuck you.”
“Cum please,” you murmur, voice weak, “’Toru, I want it.”
“Ohh you’ll get it– hnn—” His voice cutting off with his orgasm.
Stuffing himself inside you, hot and deep as he pumps you full of his cum, hips grinding into yours to ride out his pleasure. Cumming so much that he’s leaking from your hole, down his cock and onto his pants and then the floor. He’s made a proper mess, just like he wanted.
Fucked out, he grins at you. “Round two in the bedroom?”
He’s insatiable…
꒰ ❤︎ 𝓚amo 𝓒hoso
Cooking with Choso is a pleasant evening activity, prepping dinner together as you chat about your days. Something you’re happily doing, recounting your activities today and paying no mind to your boyfriends distracted chopping. Not noticing how he’s checking you out in your new skirt, one you hadn’t yet worn around him, he knows because if you had he’d have gone fucking wild ages ago.
“New skirt?” He cuts you off.
“Hmm?” You’re confused for a moment, “Oh, yeah, I got it the other day. Do you like it?” You step away from the bench and spin for him, showing it off.
A light blush dusts his cheeks at how you show it off for him. “Yeah… you look really pretty.”
It’s your turn to feel flustered at his compliment, going back to what you were doing before you spun for him.
A little after you’ve prepped everything, he’s hanging off you, leaving kisses to your neck. His breath against your skin sending a shudder down your spine. Turning to face him, you indulge in making out with him, his tongue licking into your mouth, humming as he does. His hands wander slightly, growing provocative in how he’s touching you. Small moan pulling from you at how he’s groping at you, at how insistently he’s kissing you.
Suddenly he’s dropping to his knees, his eyes glassy as he begs, “Lemme put my mouth on you, please.” Hands already pushing your skirt up, face pressing between your legs.
“I– okay, Cho, take what you need,” you offer in a comforting voice, not expecting his need.
Nose to your panties, he inhales your scent, purring with it. Pleased with how wet for him you already are, pressing his tongue to your cunt through your panties. The material soaking with his saliva and moulding to your pussy lips, his tongue beginning to lick at you. Spreading your folds with it, your pleasure muted as he lightly licks over your clit.
The dull pleasure making you feel insane, wanting so badly for him to remove your underwear, wanting his hot tongue against your sensitive skin. Something he seems unwilling to give you yet, you’re not sure if he’s teasing himself or you more by doing this. Your hands brace against the bench top behind you, needing stability, already knowing he’s going to have you a mess in a few moments.
Your panties are coated, wet and sticking to your cunt with his drool and your slick. Face hot as you watch him suck at the material of them, his eyes already so dazed and unfocused, drunk on your pussy and he’s not even had the chance to put his mouth directly on it. When you put this skirt on today you had no idea you would be torturing your poor boyfriend with it, never having seen him this depraved and horny.
Dark spot seeping into his pants where his tip rests, so turned on he’s leaking into them, precum coating his clothes in a desperate display. Heart leaping in your chest at the realisation that you’ve done this to him.
“So beautiful, always so beautiful, so cute in your skirt…” His praises are murmured and slurred as he continues to lap at your cunt through your panties.
“Cho~” you whine at him, “Please take them off.”
He barely even pulls his mouth from you, just enough to rip the soaked article from your person before his tongue is lapping at your slit directly. Loud and obscene whine leaving him, pitchy moan leaving you too. The feeling of having his tongue on your skin dizzying after he’d played with you for so long. Almost intense how he eats at you, legs trembling as your arms fight to keep you up.
Soft growls tumble from his lips as he continuously laps at your sloppy cunt, shoving his face deeper between your legs, tongue pushing into your hole. Stretching around the muscle, walls fluttering snugly around him, his head buzzing with the feeling. His nose knocking into your clit as he vigorously makes out with your pussy.
Not able to help himself, he rubs over his pants, hand giving him minimal relief. Watching him rut into his hand as he drinks down your slick has a feral need clawing at your insides, wanting so badly to sit on him.
“I– I wanna ride– ohh fuck!—”
He shakes his head no at you, not willing to part from you yet, the action making you cry out. Tummy flipping at the pleasure he just gave you from it, fingers gripping the counter so hard it almost hurts. What does you in though, is Choso pulling his dick from his pants, needing the relief of being released from its confines.
Tip so pink and weeping pre, so hard it looks painful. You could help if he’d let you but with how one hand has you pinned to the counter and how his mouth is happily slurping you down you don’t think he’s going to stop now. His free hand grabs his cock, it twitches pitifully, so worked up. He barely focuses on stroking himself, mostly squeezing to offer some kind of pleasure.
The whole thing is overwhelming, your orgasm rocking through you suddenly and unexpectedly. You nearly fold with it, fighting to keep yourself upright. Mind so hazy as you cum into his mouth, vaguely registering his whimpers as he revels in your orgasm coating his tongue. He continues to lick you into overstimulation, body jerking as he doesn’t stop. Not stopping until your hand tugs at his hair and pulls him away.
He’s such a mess, lips and chin covered in your cum and slick, his eyes beyond pussy drunk. His dick absurdly hard and leaking obscenely. Getting to your knees you push him back onto the floor and straddle his lap, hovering right over his dick. Taking a few breaths before lowering yourself to sink down on him. His hands grip at your hips, almost shaking with his need.
The stretch is a lot, his cock fucking you open lewdly, if you weren’t one orgasm deep and so unbelievably turned on you doubt you’d be able to pull this off. When you take him to the hilt, Choso makes a sound like he’s been gut punched, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“So perfect, feel so perfect, taste so perfect…” again mumbling nonsensical praise to you, his words blending together at the feel of your snug cunt so hot around him.
You return his praise, knowing he wants to hear it, “Did s–so good– hah–, Cho, m– make me feel so good.”
He asks, “Yeah?”
You nod back at him, “Yeah.”
After a moment of adjusting to him, you begin bouncing on his dick. Ending each bounce with a grind into his pelvis, the movements have butterflies in your tummy, the stimulation against your clit making your head ring. Below you, Choso looks drunk. Eyes lost as he gazes at you, to your cunt swallowing down his whole cock and back to you. Not quite able to make up his mind on what he wants to watch most.
When your pace starts faltering, he’s gripping you tight and planting his feet on the ground. His harsh and fast thrusts up into you have you falling forward into him, taking the proximity as chance to kiss him deeply. Your tongue in his mouth licking up against his, swallowing down his moans and whines. One particularly harsh thrust has you parting from him with a shocked moan, instead tucking your head into his shoulder to whine and drool onto him. Brain going stupid as he fucks you so well.
Again, you’re cumming so suddenly, three perfect thrusts and his tip hitting so deep inside you and you’re finishing on him. Cunt convulsing around him as you coat his dick this time, the squelching sound of him fucking you through it almost embarrassing. He’s cumming at the same time as you, seed spilled deep inside you only to be pulled out with how furiously he fucks you both through it.
A mix of your shared mess coating the other, the display depraved and lewd and no doubt a bitch to clean up but so worth it for how fucking good you feel right now. Spine tingling and head fuzzy as you press soft kisses into his neck. His breathing heavy from under you, matching your own. His hands move from your hips to your back, running up and down in a comforting manner.
“So…” You begin, “I’m gonna make a note to wear this skirt more often.”
He smiles but his dick jumps inside you. “Please.”
α.η. THIS IS A REPOST .. a repost from my old account @/lovelivision, if you feel like you've read it before, maybe you have !
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