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I’m barely halfway into the sukuna fic everyone’s talking about. Why would MY CLOSEST FRIENDDD date my ex of TWO YEARS JUST THREE MONTHS AFTER OUR BREAKUP. anyways ilysm 🩵
no because when i really take a step back to look at it, the whole cast actually spawned from the pits of hell… it’s only funny bc it’s not me (except it’s not funny and it IS me)… anyways ily2 baby xxxx
that sukuna fic was nightmare fuel
GUYS I’M SORRY I WON’T DO IT AGAIN i was just plotting so good i had to… (shall i start writing my apology now or later?)
that fic actually pissed me off to the max cause whattt
no because tbh put me in this universe and all three of them are getting blown up and eradicated from planet earth 😮💨 (i know i wrote it guys i’m sorry)
aita for hooking up with my best friend’s boyfriend.ᐟsukuna, if he was my boyfriend first?
cw: mdni. explicit sexual content. infidelity, angst, light fingering.
obviously, you didn’t mean for it to happen.
she was your closest friend. yeah, you thought it was a little weird that she started dating your ex boyfriend of two years only three months after you and him had broken up. but they’d been together for two months now, and you’d all sort of just… gotten used to it.
maybe too used to it. because sometimes, being around each other felt like nothing had changed.
like when you were at dinner with your friend group. your best friend had been ordering him a drink while he was out on a call—one you knew he’d hate. so you corrected her, without even thinking about it.
the waitress’s face softened. “thats a girlfriend that loves her man,” she’d said before she went to ring up the order.
or that same night, when one of your friends made a joke that you knew sukuna would find ridiculous. you and him caught eyes across the table, and you could hardly bite back your smile.
or the time just the three of you were out together. you’d stopped to fix your hair in the reflection of a store window, and he came up behind you. his presence—warm, safe, slightly daunting—was so strikingly familiar that you almost leaned into it.
he locked eyes with you in the reflection. reached up to tug at the stray hairs at your nape that you’d missed out of your ponytail. when he carried on down the sidewalk, you noticed your best friend a few paces ahead. watching the two of you, face expressionless.
but there was nothing to watch. you and sukuna had agreed to be amicable. you just so happened to also be in the same friend group.
there was nothing more to it.
you knock on her door now, ready to pick her up and head to brunch with the girls. you go to lift your knuckles to the wood again when it swings inward. and then your ex boyfriend is staring back at you.
his light coral hair is damp, falling limp and waved over his forehead. you wish your eyes didn’t track the tattoos lining his shoulders and biceps, or the ones on his chest and stomach, still trailing water. you especially wish they didn’t drop to the towel slung low on his waist.
when you finally remember yourself, you find his crimson eyes studying you.
“she’s not here,” he says as an introduction. blunt as always.
you tilt your head. “d’yknow when she’ll be back.”
he simply shrugs a shoulder.
you sigh. press your lips into a line as you rock back on your heels. and then you nod.
“‘kay, well… nice chat. bye, ryo.”
you’re about two steps up the pathway when he calls out behind you,
“you can wait for her here.”
which is how you end up sitting at the island in your best friend’s kitchen, whilst your ex boyfriend navigates the space like he lives here in a skimpy ass towel that leaves hardly anything to the imagination.
you fold your arms and lean on the counter.
“can you put some clothes on?” you huff after a long, drawn out silence. “this is inappropriate. you have a guest.”
sukuna looks over his shoulder, and you watch the muscles in his back ripple with the movement. he studies you for a second, but looks mildly amused in his own way when he says,
“nothing you haven’t seen before, pet.”
you scrunch your nose at the nickname—one he’d always purposely use to piss you off. safe to say, it still hits it’s mark.
“i doubt your girlfriend would approve,” you scoff.
you watch his eyes flick between yours before he decides to turn his attention back to the sandwich he’s making. you think the conversation is done, but he suddenly drops the knife on the plate. it clatters noisily. he doesn’t seem to notice as he turns to you fully.
unfortunately, you can see the print of his dick pressing against the towel. your eyes snap back up to his.
sukuna folds his arms across his broad chest. “do you have a problem with my relationship, y/n?”
you frown, a deep crease between your brows at the question.
“are you serious?” you ask, incredulous.
when ryomen simply looks at you, appearing to be completely and utterly serious, you choke out a strange sort of laugh. press the back of your hand to your mouth in an attempt to contain it.
“do i have a problem with the relationship you’re currently in with my best friend?” you feel your blood pressure rising, even while you smile. “did you seriously just ask me that?”
he walks around the island so that he’s standing a few feet away from where you’re sat. the air of his soap and shampoo washes over you—his scent hasn’t changed, and it makes your head spin.
“i won’t repeat myself, woman,” he says. challenging. or maybe… testing?
“you think now is the appropriate time for you to ask me if i have a problem with it?” you feel your chest heave with every second that your adrenaline spikes. “two months into your relationship?”
your infuriating ex tuts. “so you do have an issue with it.”
“no, ryo,” you say, feigning confusion. “why on earth would i have an issue with you fucking my best friend of four years?”
you see the muscle in his jaw tick. “i don’t care for sarcasm, y/n.”
“oh, you’re right. i’m sorry.” you hold your hand to your heart as you slip down off the barstool, take a step forward. you have to crane your neck to hold his eyes when you say, “maybe i should have considered your feelings.”
sukuna’s lips twitch upwards. you knew it to be a telltale sign that you were pissing him off. you just couldn’t fathom what he had to be pissed off about.
“you seem to have forgotten that you are the one that ended our relationship, y/n,” he tells you, voice dangerously low.
you open your mouth to argue, but he’s right. you broke things off because you wanted to focus on your career. and when ryomen sukuna was in your life, the only thing you could focus on was him.
“right,” he says, seemingly having read your mind. “so i’m unsure why you are currently standing in front of me and wasting my time.”
the sharp crack that rings around the kitchen as your palm connects with his face echoes in your ears, even seconds after the matter. you stare at him, stunned. for a moment, he’s equally as.
and then he reaches out to grip your face in one bear-like hand. his fingers dig into your cheeks, just bordering painfully.
“ryo—”
he ignores you, tilting your face up to look at his while you brace your hands on his thick forearm.
“always did have such a terrible temper,” he hums, shaking his head while his eyes trace every inch of your face. his thumb swipes over your lower lip, voice low when he says, “there was only one way i could get you to shut up. wasn’t there?”
“kuna, what’re y—”
he pushes his thumb into your mouth, presses it so far back on your tongue that your eyes prick with tears. he looks like he can’t even hear you, eyes glazed over, muscled chest rising and falling heavily.
he walks you back into the island until it’s digging into your back. until his front is pressed against yours, and his bulge is poking your stomach. his lips are parted. they twitch up, eyes somehow burning brighter. wilder.
“ryo…” you sigh. his eyes are on your lips when you open them to say more, to say god knows what, but you’re cut short.
your ex boyfriend pushes his tongue into your mouth. moves one hand to grip the underneath of your jaw, the other to pull your waist harder against him. your palm presses into his chest with the intention of shoving him away, but when it weakly slides down the expanse of his stomach, he hums into your mouth.
“ohmigod,” you breathe when he trails his lips along the soft spot beneath your ear. “ryo, we need to stop.”
“is that what you want?” he murmurs, lips brushing your earlobe. “y’want me to stop?”
his hand slides down to grip your ass and you moan into his neck. shake your head. you feel him grin against your skin before he lifts you up onto the counter, begins unbuttoning your shorts with deft fingers. he dips his hand into your panties, breath warm against your mouth.
“you don’t understand how much i’ve missed this pussy, y/n,” he says as he slides a finger inside of you.
you whine, brows slackening, nails digging into his ink covered shoulders. “ffuuck, kuna,” you sigh, hips rolling forward.
he kisses you, long and deep, groaning into your mouth. pulls away with a wet smack! of your lips. when he presses a second finger in and curls them both upwards, you grip the short hair at the back of his head, lips falling open in a silent ‘o’.
“your body remembers me well, treasure,” he says, voice a low growl while he strokes the soft spot that makes you see stars behind your eyelids.
you grind against his hand, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, panting in his ear. he presses his thumb to your clit, and you whimper loudly at the heat that spreads through your abdomen.
“i marked this cunt real good.” his voice is full of wicked amusement. “didn’t i, brat?”
you open your mouth, an insult on your tongue, but your parted lips fall to the curve of sukuna’s shoulder as he strokes your g-spot, lewd, wet noises filling the kitchen with every rough thrust of his digits.
you sound and feel pathetic, a whimpering mess just from having his fingers inside of you. having his body crowding you, his scent filling your lungs. your nails claw at his skin, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
when you look up, he’s watching your every move, like he’s committing this to memory. you thread your fingers into his hair, pull him down so that his lips ghost over yours. so that the only air you’re breathing in is his. he plants the most tender kiss on your lips, and yet it sends your body to flames.
“ryo,” you pant, eyes squeezed shut. “i’m gonna—”
your whole body tenses, forehead dropping down onto his while your body is overcome with pleasure.
“that’s it, baby,” sukuna murmurs, devilish eyes watching the way you come apart in front of him. “cum on my fingers, just like old times.”
you do cum, hard, pussy pulsing around his fingers as your hips mindlessly roll forward, as his fingers continue to fuck your hole until your orgasm ebbs, and your body falls limp against his.
for a moment the only sound you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears.
then ryomen steps back. your gaze moves from the painfully prominent erection beneath the towel, to his chest heaving just as much as yours. he pushes salmon coloured hair back out of his face. opens his mouth to say something.
which is when you hear the key push into the front door.
“mmm. good thing i held back, i suppose,” your ex boyfriend says, casual as ever, before cleaning off his fingers with his tongue. the sight makes your pussy throb.
“would’ve been hard to explain how your bodily fluids had spilled all over the kitchen floor.”
your eyes widen. he just gives you a look that you can’t decipher before turning on his heels and heading down the hall towards the bedroom.
you’ve barely buttoned up your shorts with shaky fingers when the door swings open, and your best friend walks in with an iced coffee in hand.
her brows raise momentarily when she first spots you sitting on her kitchen island with your legs crossed. then she smiles.
“hey, y/n!” she says, walking over to you. she drops a bakery bag down on the counter. “i hope you weren’t waiting long. pilates ran over today.”
you shake your head and wonder if it looks casual. “no, not long at all. ryo just let me in.”
her eye twitches, and you bite the inside of your lip at the slip up. sukuna didn’t go by his first name—you were the only one that called him ryo. the only one he let call him ryo, when the two of you were together.
your friend knew this.
“uhuh,” she says, eyes moving to the sandwich half-made on the counter behind you. “where is kuna?” she asks.
“he went to shower,” you tell her. “said he was running late for…something.”
right on cue, he appears in the kitchen, drying his hair with a towel. “you should learn to keep your time better, babe,” he says.
your nose scrunches up at hearing ryomen sukuna call somebody ‘babe’, but you straighten it out quickly.
watch as your friend leans in, wrapping her arm around her boyfriend’s waist. watch your ex boyfriend bend down to her height. he catches your eye over her shoulder when she tilts her head up for a kiss.
he passes her mouth to briefly press his lips to her cheek. then he slings the towel around his neck and rounds the counter, back to his forgotten sandwich.
you swallow. turn back to your friend to find her watching you, watching him. she holds your eyes for a second too long before she looks away.
“okay babe, i’ll be back at a reasonable time. promise,” she says, too brightly.
sukuna doesn’t even turn around. you watch the muscles of his back work when he says, “have fun.”
you don’t look at him again when you jump down off the counter and follow your friend to the front door.
you pull it shut behind you, suck in a breath of fresh air like it’s your first in minutes, and wonder what the fuck just happened.
original content by @ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: mmff missed my babies too much had to come back early from hiatus (48 hours). i’m trying to dabble outside of my comfort zone and lock in on characterisation. also new theme? what do we think chat? let’s ask the audience…
— (also the answer to the aita is obviously yes, although all three of them are pretty morally corrupt) (also aita = ‘am i the asshole?’ for any pretty angels that don’t know)
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mdni. your bf.ᐟtoji loves when you get mad… because you always take it out on his cock.
cw: explicit sexual content. 18+. bf.ᐟtoji x gf.ᐟreader. smut w/ (minimal) plot. oral (m/receiving), dih riding, creampie :P (recreate?)
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“i mean, is he serious?” you scoffed, sinking to your knees in front if your boyfriend.
toji had paused his show as soon as you walked in and slammed the door behind you. when you dropped your book bag down harder than necessary, he knew his fate was sealed.
it made his cock twitch in his pants, and his lips tilt up in a smirk.
a few moments later he watched as your slender fingers yanked at the buttons of his jeans while you continued your rant.
“resit? he wants me to resit the final?”
you shook your head, face twisted in pure disgust as you tugged down his calvins and freed his semi-hard cock.
“it was my favourite module!” you paused to spit in your hand, and toji groaned as you wrapped it around the base of his cock, began to pump it roughly, grip tight.
you glanced up at him as you said, “i did every single reading for it weeks in advance.”
toji nodded quietly, lips parted as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his shaft. his hips bucked up instinctively, but he settled down when you looked up at him through your lashes—a warning.
you swirled your tongue around his crown and his hand shot up to grip the hair at the base of your skull. when you pulled his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop!, he sighed.
“oh my god, i can’t believe this,” you said, overwrought. you stroked toji’s cock, thumb moving up to smear the liquid leaking from his cockhead. “‘ji, can you believe it?”
toji shook his head, dark hair falling over his forehead. “nah, princess, i can’t believe it. tell me more.”
you didn’t give him the chance to hear more, because you dropped your head again, swallowing his cock until he was hitting the back of your throat.
toji groaned low in his chest as you shifted your head from side to side, attempting to nudge him in further, to breach the barrier. his grip on your hair tightened, hips jerking upwards—you gagged noisily, saliva dribbling down his length when you pulled off with a gasp.
when you looked up at him with bleary eyes and a line of spit connecting your lips to his tip, he felt his balls tighten.
“he wouldn’t even tell me why,” you said, grip tightening around his shaft as you caressed his cock. you leant down, sucked his balls into your mouth, and toji’s jaw dropped.
“fffuck, baby.” he tugged your head back. “c’mere ‘nd sit on this cock.”
you nodded, brows still furrowed as you stood up, pushed your leggings down and stepped out of them. you kneeled on the couch with a leg on either side of his lap and gripped his shoulders tightly as he slid his cock through your folds, lined himself up with your opening.
“do you evenngh—do… you think that’s allowed, ‘ji?” you asked as you sunk down onto his aching cock, as he felt your walls suck him in. “surely there’s ahhh…” your head dropped. “a code of conduct against this?”
“definitely,” toji nodded, eyes flickering over your face, watching the way your features began to melt with every bounce on his dick. “y’should go to your head of department.”
you opened your mouth, but your words were lost to a moan when toji thrusted his hips up to meet yours midway. for a moment, you seemed to forget about your trouble, instead leaning forward to tongue kiss your boyfriend, sloppy and wet.
you pulled back, shook your head again as it lolled backwards. “i’m not resitting, toji,” you sighed, voice jolting with your up-and-down movement.
he gripped your ass, guided you down onto him again, and again. “i know you aren’t, baby.”
he could feel that you were close in the way your hips slowed from their bound to a lazy roll. you leant back, hands on his knees, and he reached forward, mesmerised as always, to stroke his hands down your sides, across the span of your stomach, then up to palm your breasts.
“‘ji i’m gonna cum,” you breathed.
he nodded, watched your face slacken with pleasure as you ground yourself on his length, as you leant forward to grasp his face in both hands so that you could look into his eyes. he knew you were there when your stomach began to tense. when your pussy clenched around him in a vice grip.
your jaw dropped on a silent moan, breath ghosting over his lips as you pressed your forehead against his. toji lifted your ass so that he could continue to rut up into you until he was cumming too with a low, drawn out moan that vibrated through the both of your bodies.
until he was filling you up with his seed while your cunt milked it out of him. even then some, until it was spilling out onto his lap and smearing your thighs.
you both stilled for a brief, blissful moment, chests heaving in tandem. and then you stood up off his still-hard cock.
he watched as you slipped your legs back into your pants with his cum still leaking between your thighs. watched you as you briefly fixed your hair and swiped your fingers at the smudged mascara beneath your eyes.
“thanks, babe,” you told him, pulling your book bag back up onto your shoulder. “i’m gonna go talk to the head of department. see you at dinner.”
toji didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were pulling the front door shut behind you.
he blew out a breath, tucked his cock back into his pants and turned back to the tv. unpaused his show.
toji would kill anyone that hurt you. but man, did he love when people pissed you off.
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@ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: MY DREAM i mean, my dream 💦 had to go back to my debut roots and write dadaman rq to make sure i can still freakmaxx. i’ve been feeling so yucky about my writing as of late, so if i disappear (very) momentarily it’s because i’m (metaphorically) ripping everything i’ve written to shreds, and i’ll be back when i reach peak freakstate again 😔
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mdni. top tip: do not catch feelings for your fuck buddy, plug.ᐟchoso, if you want to keep your sanity.
cw: 18+. explicit sexual content. drugs mention. plug.ᐟchoso x popular fem.ᐟreader. smut w/plot. semi-public, car sex, fingering, squirt alert (i need him sb).
song: all mine—brent faiyaz
(part one ♪ ༘⋆ part two ♪ ༘⋆ part three)
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you slump down in the passenger seat and fold your arms over your chest. feel the asshole that’s driving glance over at you.
“y’sulking, baby?” he says, voice low.
you scoff, turn your whole body in the direction of the window when you say, “no.”
he huffs out a short breath through his nose that might be a laugh. you aren’t sure what annoys you more right now—the sound of his dumb sexy voice, or the fact that he actually leaves you alone after that.
brent faiyaz hums through the speakers. you’d been at a party off-campus, and you hadn’t seen choso since the last time the two of you hung out. the time he told you he would never date you. it pisses you off all over again just thinking about it.
you turn in your seat to look at him, slouched back, one hand on the wheel. his jaw works like he’s chewing—an occasional habit of his that you noticed in the early stages of your… friendship.
“i didn’t need a ride,” you tell him. “not from you.”
he glances at you, dark eyebrows pulling down. “yeah? but you love riding.”
you thump him in the chest, and he side-eyes you, lips twitching upwards in a maybe smile.
the thing that pissed you off the most was that you didn’t dislike him at all. if anything, it was the exact opposite.
you couldn’t pin what it was about the man.
always stalking around with unruly jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders, heavily pierced ears and permanent hooded, red eyes. all it took was those eyes meeting yours for a split second, and you folded like laundry.
maybe it was the way he was always slumped in his seat, like he can’t even put in the effort to sit up straight. the way he sits with his legs spread wide, arms crossed over his chest. the way you could always see a spliff tucked behind his ear, even now in the dim light, peeking out of his dark locks.
the way that he walks is the most bodacious things about him. he walks like it’s heavy. like he’s absolutely slung. even thinking about it makes your pussy throb.
you were pretty, outgoing, and some might even use the term popular.
you personally wouldn’t, of course, because you don’t self proclaim that title—you just happened to be well-loved. even now as a college senior, with the reactions you got when you walked into a party, strangers might have thought you were someone famous.
you weren’t even being unrealistic in thinking you could have any guy you wanted.
and yet the only one you did maybe, sorta want, was the campus plug that wanted nothing to do with you.
“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head and turning back to the dashboard. “i don’t get why you won’t leave me alone.”
he presses his knuckles to his mouth, so his words come out muffled. “don’t wanna leave you alone.”
“right.” you smile, sarcastically. “you just wanna hook up with me whenever you please.”
he chuckles. “for real? so when you call me in the middle of the night to come eat it—”
“don’t change the subject, choso,” you snap.
choso presses his lips together. they twitch upwards. “yes ma’am.”
you roll your eyes, turn to look out of the windscreen as he signals left. you frown when he pulls over on the side of the road. shifts the gear into neutral, clicks the hand-break and kills the engine.
you turn to look at him. “what are you doing?”
he unclips your seatbelt, and then his own. beckons you with a tilt of his head.
“c’mere,” he says, voice like silk.
you raise your brows. “you serious?”
he just watches you with heavy-lidded eyes. you want to ignore him. you truly do. but everything about him just turns you on.
which is why you find yourself folding under zero pressure and climbing over the centre console into his lap. you sit back against the driver door. choso wraps an arm around your waist, strokes the other down your leg. you watch his slender fingers and try to pretend he’s having no affect on you, even while your chest begins to rise and fall heavily.
“y’always have suuch an attitude, y/n,” he murmurs, almost like the words are an escaped thought.
you look up at him, and he leans forward, brushes his lips against yours.
“y’miss me?” he asks, breath mingling with yours. “s’that it?”
he lifts his hand up to your chin, grips it gently in his hand. the coolness of his rings press into your skin when he pecks your lips, feather light. you try to tilt your chin for more, and he smirks.
“you need me to fuck it out of you, huh, pretty girl.” his eyes trace every inch of your face. “don’t you?”
your eyebrows draw downwards. you nod, instinctively. unconsciously.
he nods too. says, “i’ll take care of you, baby. let’s get these shorts off, yeah?”
“someone could walk past…” you whisper.
but you realise you don’t care, not really.
choso unbuttons your shorts with deft fingers. you lift your hips so that he can help you pull them down, and off, along with your underwear.
when he strokes his hand up your inner thigh your head falls back against the window, eyelids fluttering.
“so needy,” he tuts, fingers gliding along the crease where thigh meets pelvis. “wha’dyou want? my fingers?”
“ughhh, i don’t care, choso,” you whine.
he hums. moves his hand from your hip to your throat, index finger tilting your head by the curve of your jaw.
when choso kisses you, it’s dizzying. the metal balls of his piercing against your tongue. the way he bites down on your lower lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
he lifts his hand between your mouthes. pushes two fingers past your lips and presses them down on your tongue. he pulls them out, and sucks them into his own mouth, before he dips them between your legs.
your lips part when he swirls his fingers over your clit, so perfectly slow. he kisses your temple, then your mouth.
“no one’d believe the campus star girl likes to spread her legs for me,” he says absentmindedly, fingers still working your nerves. “that she gets so wet every time i touch her.”
you buck your hips, chasing the building sensation. “more, cho,” you moan. turn your head to kiss him. “pl—ease.”
he hums into your mouth, tongue swirling with yours as he finally pushes his slender fingers into your opening. your breath stutters. you’re so wet that they slip in with no resistance, and you gasp.
choso groans, nuzzles his face into your hair. the heel of his palm presses against your clit. he doesn’t pump his fingers in and out—instead he curls them upwards. they stroke somewhere inside of you that makes your stomach tense.
he’s the only one who’s ever been able to make you feel like this. he always makes sure you feel this good.
it’s more than good—it’s so overwhelming that you feel like you could cry. maybe that was the reason you always gave in and went back.
choso always fucks you so good.
“cho, wh— what i-is that?” you stutter, breathily.
he grazes his teeth along your jaw. “w’s what, baby?”
his fingers curl again and you whimper loudly. it feels like he’s stroking your clit from the inside, and the pleasure builds so quickly that you almost want to push him away.
“h—ughhh fuck,” you choke out, head lolling onto his shoulder. you suck in deep breaths that smell like cologne and weed. “how are you—what are you touching?”
“s’your g-spot, y/n,” he tells you softly, curls his fingers again and says, “right… here.”
your hips roll to meet his hand. “s’sooo good, cho,” you whimper. “it’s…. fu— ohmigod please don’t s-stop.”
he doesn’t, just continues his steady rhythm, massaging the spongy spot behind your pubic bone.
“no one else ever hit this spot for you before?” he asks quietly over the lewd sound he’s creating between your legs. “that’s a damn shame.”
“w—ait, cho,” you sigh. “feels like i’m gonna… feels…”
“shhh,” he says. “i know, baby. let it happen.”
“cho—”
your jaw drops as your back arches, and your pussy begin to gush all over choso’s hand, drenching his lap in warm fluid. you cum so hard that it makes you sob into his neck, gripping at his forearm as he continues to fuck you through the blinding pleasure.
he groans softly into your ear as your orgasm begins to ebb, leans down to kiss you deep. you reach up to grip on the hair at the base of his neck, to hold his mouth to yours when his fingers finally slide out of your hole, gently teasing your clit again.
your body is limp in his arms by the time he’s finished with you. you can feel the soaked denim of his jeans beneath your ass.
“i made a mess in your fancy car,” you whisper.
he brushes his mouth against your temple. “don’t worry, pretty girl.”
you look up at him under the dim streetlight, and think about the last conversation you had. the one where you’d hinted at being together a little more… publicly, and he’d shut you down without a second thought.
you wonder if he’s thinking about it too. after a moment, you say,
“i don’t get it, cho.”
he knows what you’re talking about without you having to say anything more. you wonder if it’s because he’s definitely been thinking about it too.
choso studies your face. “me and you, y/n,” he says, “are like oil ‘n water. not meant to be together.”
you squint at his vague metaphorical explanation, huffing out an incredulous laugh. “what does that even mean, choso?”
he doesn’t answer. just shakes his head as his eyes flick between yours. he has the decency to look a little bit apologetic.
“let me get you home, baby.”
you part your lips around lost words, and then press them together. wonder if he sees the hurt in your eyes. you nod once.
he waits until you’ve pulled your clothes back on. reaches across your chest to pull your seatbelt over and clip it in, before pulling away from the random side walk on a street downtown.
you drive home in silence, and you’re glad he doesn’t try to make conversation again, because the last thing you want to hear is his stupid voice.
he pulls up outside your apartment complex without a word. you hear the door unlock with a click! and don’t waste any time in pushing it open.
you’re halfway out the door when you turn to look at him over your shoulder.
“hey, cho?”
he’s already watching you, waiting.
“lose my number, ‘kay?”
you get out of his mustang and slam the door shut behind you, and don’t turn back again on your way to your front door.
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@ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: for my wife @tatispm i hope you like it baby 🥺 guys idk i’m not ovulating rn so i feel like this is more tame than my other pieces. lmk in the chat. still #needthat though (inspired by this req).
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mdni. your boy best friend.ᐟgojo pops your cherry…
cw: explicit sexual content. boy best friend.ᐟ gojo x fem virgin.ᐟ reader. smut w/ plot. dry humping, fingering, oral (f/receiving). gojo gets lost in the sauce.
song: lowkey—rochelle jordan
(part one ‹𝟹 part two)
ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃
your heart is in your throat as you glance over at your best friend. he’s slouched in your desk chair, drumming his fingers on the arm rest with one hand, pinching his eyes with the other.
“let me get this straight,” he says. lets out a heavy breath from his nostrils. when he looks up, the usual cerulean blue of his irises is impossibly brighter. kinda like they’re… glowing.
“you want me to take your virginity?”
you twiddle your thumbs almost comically. glance up at your chandelier, before meeting his eye again.
“well… yeah.”
gojo drops his head into his hands, knee bouncing while he groans, sounding almost pained. he murmurs something beneath his breath that sounds vaguely like “gonna fucking kill me,” before he sits back in his seat.
“y/n,” he says evenly, although his knee is still jolting his body. “i don’t think you understand what you’re asking me.”
you instantly narrow your eyes at his tone. the way he’s talking to you like an innocent little girl, rather than the grown woman that you are. you stand up from your bed and walk over him. watch the way he catalogues your legs in your tiny lounge shorts. your tits in your tank top. you stop in front of him, close enough that your knees brush against his sweats.
it takes him a second to drag his eyes away from your hard nipples, and up to yours.
“i’m asking you to fuck me, toru.” you tilt your head. “do i have to make it any clearer than that?”
he groans, a pathetic little noise that gets caught in his throat. presses his knuckles to his lips. “y/n, don’t.”
“c’mon man,” you whine. “i don’t want some random asshole to have the satisfaction of saying he ‘cracked ms. untouchable’ or some revolting shit like that.”
you notice his jaw clench—you’ve hit a nerve. you can tell you only need to push a little more.
so you climb onto his lap, straddle his thighs and drape your arms over his shoulders.
“you wouldn’t do that to me, would you, toru?” your faces are inches apart, which is why this time, you see the way his eyes flash close up. “you’d take care of me.”
his hands fall to your ass almost instinctively, gripping the soft flesh. his throat works as he swallows, and you feel him growing hard between your legs. you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning in early victory.
“y’know, i always wanted it to be you,” you murmur as you lean in closer, purposefully shifting your hips so that your cunt grinds against him. “‘ve always imagined what you’d feel like inside me.”
his head lolls back against the headrest, white hair falling over his eyes, perfectly white teeth pulling his plump lower lip between them. you shift your hips again, feeling the way his erection twitches between your legs.
“fuck,” he whispers, looking between your eyes like he’s searching for an answer. for even a spec of hesitation.
“you deserve someone gentle for your first time, doll,” he tells you softly, even as he begins to subconsciously guide your hips on his own, rocking them against him and building that liquid fire in your pelvis. “y’deserve someone better than me.”
your brows draw down in mock confusion. “who else’s cock could possibly be better than the greatest’s?”
you witness the moment his last thread of control snaps, feel his hand at the back of your head, and then his lips pressed against yours.
he was right. he isn’t gentle. he kisses you like you’re oxygen, like he needs you to live. his tongue licks into your mouth greedily as he presses you impossibly close, hips bucking up against your pussy. you moan into his mouth, tug at the short white hair at the base of his neck while he slides his hand up one leg of your shorts to grip your ass.
“tell me to stop, y/n,” he says desperately, lips kissing along your jaw, down the length of your throat. “you need to stop me before i take it too far.”
in response, you pull back. cross your arms at the base of your shirt. when you fold it over your head, leaving your bare chest on display for him, you think gojo might pass out. his gaze flicks from your chest, to your eyes, before he leans in like a man possessed and sucks your nipple into his mouth.
you whimper, head falling back as you thread your fingers through his white strands, holding him against you. he hums noisily, pulls off with a wet pop! before giving attention to your other breast.
“holy fuck, baby,” he mumbles between sloppy licks that make you arch your chest into his mouth. “y’ve been holding out on me all these years, huh?”
you smile, but your features melt into an frown of utter pleasure when gojo pulls your shorts to the side so that your bare cunt drags along the fabric of his pants, dampening it in seconds. his fingers stroke dangerously close to your needy hole—then you feel the tip of his finger, dragging up from your opening to your clit, smearing the arousal over your bud.
he breaks away from your chest, looks up so that he can watch the way your face twists when he sinks the tip of his index finger, only up to the first knuckle, into your tight hole. you gasp, hips stuttering and jerking up against your will at the foreign feeling. he plants a soft kiss between your breasts, and you relax, lower yourself back down so that his finger slides further in, until it’s disappeared up to the second knuckle.
he doesn’t say anything, just watches you closely, waiting for you to adjust to your first time being filled.
“toru,” you say quietly, leaning down to brush your lips against his.
he pecks them before he responds, “yeah, baby?”
your cheeks heat ever so slightly. “not enough. i-i wanna feel your cock inside me. please.”
his eyes roll back in his head as he closes them, and drops his forehead to your chest. curses beneath his breath. when he slips his finger out of you, you feel strangely empty. he grips your ass with both hands again, stands up, and walks you over to the bed.
you lock your legs around his waist, keep them there even as he lies you down on the bed gently. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face down to yours.
you feel him kick off his slippers—the pair of house shoes you keep in your dorm for him—while his tongue explores your mouth. watch him when he breaks the kiss to yank his shirt over his head. feel his bulge nudge your clit with every drag of his hips.
“ughhmigod, y/n, i can’t believe—” he chokes, hips rutting into yours, the both of you breathless. “tell me you want this, baby”
“i told you—”
“tell me again.”
he sucks the soft spot at the base of your jaw and you moan, “holy fuck, i want it, toru. hurry u—”
he makes a sound you’ve never heard from him before, close to a growl as he stands up. roughly shoves down his sweats and boxers in one go. his cock springs free, thick and fully erect. it slaps against the dusting of white hair trailing his lower stomach, and you bite back a whimper.
your best friend is standing in front of you. fully. naked.
the look in his eye can only be described as wild as he reaches for the waist of your shorts, slides them down your legs.
you aren’t wearing any panties.
satoru looks up to the ceiling, scrubs a hand down his face, before his bright eyes meet yours.
“spread ‘em, doll,” he says, voice dangerously low.
you didn’t make it this far to back out now. so, you do. it’s the first time you’ve spread your legs for an audience. you watch, heart thumping in your chest as satoru just stares, and stares, and stares at your bare cunt. you fight the urge to snap your legs shut.
he looks like he’s in a trance when he finally climbs back onto the bed. easily repositions your body like you weigh nothing. he shifts until he’s lying flat on his stomach, and you sit up on your elbows to watch him lower his head to the space between your thighs.
“toru…” you breathe.
but whatever you were gonna say gets caught in your throat when he sucks your clit into his mouth. you moan, loudly, embarrassingly, as your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back. you buck your hips and he eases off the pressure, instead flattens his tongue, shakes his head from side to side, like he’s motorboating your pussy.
you collapse onto your back, body arching, hips writhing, pussy grinding against his face. he clutches the soft flesh where hip meets thigh with one hand—you feel the other poking at your opening again.
it slips in with no resistance this time.
“oh my fuck, satoru,” you whine. “i’m—ffuuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
he hums in acknowledgment, tongue flicking faster against your centre of pleasure, sloppy, wet, ravenous sounds as his saliva combines with the pool of wetness at your opening. he pushes a second finger in. curls them both upwards. electric heat shoots up your spine, and you see stars behind your eyelids.
your back arches off the bed as you orgasm harder than you ever thought possible, toru’s name on your lips like a prayer you can’t quite manage to spit out. you don’t breathe for at least five seconds as your best friend groans against your pussy, strokes your cervix with long, slender fingers.
when he doesn’t let up, even past the after waves of pleasure have run their course, you whimper, too sensitive. you push the heel of your foot into the muscle of his shoulder, shoving him away. tapping out.
toru looks up, hair disheveled, pussy-drunk, and eyes definitely glowing.
you wet your lips with your tongue, and watch him trace the movement.
“i s-see your years of—mmngh, of fucking around have paid off,” you pant.
he offers you his signature smirk. “yeah. and i’ve achieved the ultimate goal of making my best friend cum on my face.”
he bites your inner thigh, close to your spent pussy, and you lazily fold your legs shut.
“looks like babys tired,” he pouts. “let me get you in the shower, doll.”
your brows furrow. “you didn’t get to cum.”
toru’s smirk spreads into an infuriatingly handsome grin. he sits up, and you push yourself back up onto your elbows.
that’s how you get to see his semi-hard dick hung heavy between his toned legs, pointing like an arrow leading directly to the wet spot on your pink sheets. your eyes trail to the smear of cum painting his lower abdomen.
“don’t you worry your pretty little head,” he crawls forward, body hovering over yours while he plants a kiss on your forehead. “you go start up the shower while i change the sheets. i’ll come scrub you clean.”
“but—” you start.
“next time, princess,” he tells you. “you aren’t quite ready for the greatest’s cock yet.”
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@ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: wait chat i’m lowkey ferallll over this, that last line got me biting at the bars of my window (i know i wrote it but my mind has a mind of its own i am TELLING you) shii anyway how many times can i write us receiving sloppy head before i run out of descriptive words and positions (i’m manifesting that shit)
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▶︎ •ıı||ı|ıı| yut2achoya’s masterlist
series:
— fushiguro toji
sneaky link frat!toji (five part) [masterlist]
— gojo satoru
best friend!gojo takes your virginity
best friend!gojo takes your virginity (for real)
— kamo choso
that time you got rejected by plug!choso
plug!choso has never been addicted to anything. . . except you
standalone:
— fushiguro toji
bf!toji’s cock as a stress toy
roughhousing with boy bsf!toji
— gojo satoru
bf!gojo buying your period products (‘nd fucking up colossally)
— zenin naoya
can’t stop fucking your best friend’s brother!naoya
— sukuna ryomen
best friend’s bf!sukuna (he’s your ex)
picking up ex bf!sukuna from the bar
bf!kuna loves ruining your makeup
— kamo choso
choso running from his gf’s water park coochie
ᯓ.ᐟ all star dividers by: @pixopix (here)
mdni. your bf.ᐟtoji loves when you get mad… because you always take it out on his cock.
cw: explicit sexual content. 18+. bf.ᐟtoji x gf.ᐟreader. smut w/ (minimal) plot. oral (m/receiving), dih riding, creampie :P (recreate?)
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“i mean, is he serious?” you scoffed, sinking to your knees in front if your boyfriend.
toji had paused his show as soon as you walked in and slammed the door behind you. when you dropped your book bag down harder than necessary, he knew his fate was sealed.
it made his cock twitch in his pants, and his lips tilt up in a smirk.
a few moments later he watched as your slender fingers yanked at the buttons of his jeans while you continued your rant.
“resit? he wants me to resit the final?”
you shook your head, face twisted in pure disgust as you tugged down his calvins and freed his semi-hard cock.
“it was my favourite module!” you paused to spit in your hand, and toji groaned as you wrapped it around the base of his cock, began to pump it roughly, grip tight.
you glanced up at him as you said, “i did every single reading for it weeks in advance.”
toji nodded quietly, lips parted as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his shaft. his hips bucked up instinctively, but he settled down when you looked up at him through your lashes—a warning.
you swirled your tongue around his crown and his hand shot up to grip the hair at the base of your skull. when you pulled his cock out of your mouth with a wet pop!, he sighed.
“oh my god, i can’t believe this,” you said, overwrought. you stroked toji’s cock, thumb moving up to smear the liquid leaking from his cockhead. “‘ji, can you believe it?”
toji shook his head, dark hair falling over his forehead. “nah, princess, i can’t believe it. tell me more.”
you didn’t give him the chance to hear more, because you dropped your head again, swallowing his cock until he was hitting the back of your throat.
toji groaned low in his chest as you shifted your head from side to side, attempting to nudge him in further, to breach the barrier. his grip on your hair tightened, hips jerking upwards—you gagged noisily, saliva dribbling down his length when you pulled off with a gasp.
when you looked up at him with bleary eyes and a line of spit connecting your lips to his tip, he felt his balls tighten.
“he wouldn’t even tell me why,” you said, grip tightening around his shaft as you caressed his cock. you leant down, sucked his balls into your mouth, and toji’s jaw dropped.
“fffuck, baby.” he tugged your head back. “c’mere ‘nd sit on this cock.”
you nodded, brows still furrowed as you stood up, pushed your leggings down and stepped out of them. you kneeled on the couch with a leg on either side of his lap and gripped his shoulders tightly as he slid his cock through your folds, lined himself up with your opening.
“do you evenngh—do… you think that’s allowed, ‘ji?” you asked as you sunk down onto his aching cock, as he felt your walls suck him in. “surely there’s ahhh…” your head dropped. “a code of conduct against this?”
“definitely,” toji nodded, eyes flickering over your face, watching the way your features began to melt with every bounce on his dick. “y’should go to your head of department.”
you opened your mouth, but your words were lost to a moan when toji thrusted his hips up to meet yours midway. for a moment, you seemed to forget about your trouble, instead leaning forward to tongue kiss your boyfriend, sloppy and wet.
you pulled back, shook your head again as it lolled backwards. “i’m not resitting, toji,” you sighed, voice jolting with your up-and-down movement.
he gripped your ass, guided you down onto him again, and again. “i know you aren’t, baby.”
he could feel that you were close in the way your hips slowed from their bound to a lazy roll. you leant back, hands on his knees, and he reached forward, mesmerised as always, to stroke his hands down your sides, across the span of your stomach, then up to palm your breasts.
“‘ji i’m gonna cum,” you breathed.
he nodded, watched your face slacken with pleasure as you ground yourself on his length, as you leant forward to grasp his face in both hands so that you could look into his eyes. he knew you were there when your stomach began to tense. when your pussy clenched around him in a vice grip.
your jaw dropped on a silent moan, breath ghosting over his lips as you pressed your forehead against his. toji lifted your ass so that he could continue to rut up into you until he was cumming too with a low, drawn out moan that vibrated through the both of your bodies.
until he was filling you up with his seed while your cunt milked it out of him. even then some, until it was spilling out onto his lap and smearing your thighs.
you both stilled for a brief, blissful moment, chests heaving in tandem. and then you stood up off his still-hard cock.
he watched as you slipped your legs back into your pants with his cum still leaking between your thighs. watched you as you briefly fixed your hair and swiped your fingers at the smudged mascara beneath your eyes.
“thanks, babe,” you told him, pulling your book bag back up onto your shoulder. “i’m gonna go talk to the head of department. see you at dinner.”
toji didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were pulling the front door shut behind you.
he blew out a breath, tucked his cock back into his pants and turned back to the tv. unpaused his show.
toji would kill anyone that hurt you. but man, did he love when people pissed you off.
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@ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: MY DREAM i mean, my dream 💦 had to go back to my debut roots and write dadaman rq to make sure i can still freakmaxx. i’ve been feeling so yucky about my writing as of late, so if i disappear (very) momentarily it’s because i’m (metaphorically) ripping everything i’ve written to shreds, and i’ll be back when i reach peak freakstate again 😔
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mdni. top tip: do not catch feelings for your fuck buddy, plug.ᐟchoso, if you want to keep your sanity.
cw: 18+. explicit sexual content. drugs mention. plug.ᐟchoso x popular fem.ᐟreader. smut w/plot. semi-public, car sex, fingering, squirt alert (i need him sb).
song: all mine—brent faiyaz
(part one ♪ ༘⋆ part two ♪ ༘⋆ part three)
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you slump down in the passenger seat and fold your arms over your chest. feel the asshole that’s driving glance over at you.
“y’sulking, baby?” he says, voice low.
you scoff, turn your whole body in the direction of the window when you say, “no.”
he huffs out a short breath through his nose that might be a laugh. you aren’t sure what annoys you more right now—the sound of his dumb sexy voice, or the fact that he actually leaves you alone after that.
brent faiyaz hums through the speakers. you’d been at a party off-campus, and you hadn’t seen choso since the last time the two of you hung out. the time he told you he would never date you. it pisses you off all over again just thinking about it.
you turn in your seat to look at him, slouched back, one hand on the wheel. his jaw works like he’s chewing—an occasional habit of his that you noticed in the early stages of your… friendship.
“i didn’t need a ride,” you tell him. “not from you.”
he glances at you, dark eyebrows pulling down. “yeah? but you love riding.”
you thump him in the chest, and he side-eyes you, lips twitching upwards in a maybe smile.
the thing that pissed you off the most was that you didn’t dislike him at all. if anything, it was the exact opposite.
you couldn’t pin what it was about the man.
always stalking around with unruly jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders, heavily pierced ears and permanent hooded, red eyes. all it took was those eyes meeting yours for a split second, and you folded like laundry.
maybe it was the way he was always slumped in his seat, like he can’t even put in the effort to sit up straight. the way he sits with his legs spread wide, arms crossed over his chest. the way you could always see a spliff tucked behind his ear, even now in the dim light, peeking out of his dark locks.
the way that he walks is the most bodacious things about him. he walks like it’s heavy. like he’s absolutely slung. even thinking about it makes your pussy throb.
you were pretty, outgoing, and some might even use the term popular.
you personally wouldn’t, of course, because you don’t self proclaim that title—you just happened to be well-loved. even now as a college senior, with the reactions you got when you walked into a party, strangers might have thought you were someone famous.
you weren’t even being unrealistic in thinking you could have any guy you wanted.
and yet the only one you did maybe, sorta want, was the campus plug that wanted nothing to do with you.
“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head and turning back to the dashboard. “i don’t get why you won’t leave me alone.”
he presses his knuckles to his mouth, so his words come out muffled. “don’t wanna leave you alone.”
“right.” you smile, sarcastically. “you just wanna hook up with me whenever you please.”
he chuckles. “for real? so when you call me in the middle of the night to come eat it—”
“don’t change the subject, choso,” you snap.
choso presses his lips together. they twitch upwards. “yes ma’am.”
you roll your eyes, turn to look out of the windscreen as he signals left. you frown when he pulls over on the side of the road. shifts the gear into neutral, clicks the hand-break and kills the engine.
you turn to look at him. “what are you doing?”
he unclips your seatbelt, and then his own. beckons you with a tilt of his head.
“c’mere,” he says, voice like silk.
you raise your brows. “you serious?”
he just watches you with heavy-lidded eyes. you want to ignore him. you truly do. but everything about him just turns you on.
which is why you find yourself folding under zero pressure and climbing over the centre console into his lap. you sit back against the driver door. choso wraps an arm around your waist, strokes the other down your leg. you watch his slender fingers and try to pretend he’s having no affect on you, even while your chest begins to rise and fall heavily.
“y’always have suuch an attitude, y/n,” he murmurs, almost like the words are an escaped thought.
you look up at him, and he leans forward, brushes his lips against yours.
“y’miss me?” he asks, breath mingling with yours. “s’that it?”
he lifts his hand up to your chin, grips it gently in his hand. the coolness of his rings press into your skin when he pecks your lips, feather light. you try to tilt your chin for more, and he smirks.
“you need me to fuck it out of you, huh, pretty girl.” his eyes trace every inch of your face. “don’t you?”
your eyebrows draw downwards. you nod, instinctively. unconsciously.
he nods too. says, “i’ll take care of you, baby. let’s get these shorts off, yeah?”
“someone could walk past…” you whisper.
but you realise you don’t care, not really.
choso unbuttons your shorts with deft fingers. you lift your hips so that he can help you pull them down, and off, along with your underwear.
when he strokes his hand up your inner thigh your head falls back against the window, eyelids fluttering.
“so needy,” he tuts, fingers gliding along the crease where thigh meets pelvis. “wha’dyou want? my fingers?”
“ughhh, i don’t care, choso,” you whine.
he hums. moves his hand from your hip to your throat, index finger tilting your head by the curve of your jaw.
when choso kisses you, it’s dizzying. the metal balls of his piercing against your tongue. the way he bites down on your lower lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.
he lifts his hand between your mouthes. pushes two fingers past your lips and presses them down on your tongue. he pulls them out, and sucks them into his own mouth, before he dips them between your legs.
your lips part when he swirls his fingers over your clit, so perfectly slow. he kisses your temple, then your mouth.
“no one’d believe the campus star girl likes to spread her legs for me,” he says absentmindedly, fingers still working your nerves. “that she gets so wet every time i touch her.”
you buck your hips, chasing the building sensation. “more, cho,” you moan. turn your head to kiss him. “pl—ease.”
he hums into your mouth, tongue swirling with yours as he finally pushes his slender fingers into your opening. your breath stutters. you’re so wet that they slip in with no resistance, and you gasp.
choso groans, nuzzles his face into your hair. the heel of his palm presses against your clit. he doesn’t pump his fingers in and out—instead he curls them upwards. they stroke somewhere inside of you that makes your stomach tense.
he’s the only one who’s ever been able to make you feel like this. he always makes sure you feel this good.
it’s more than good—it’s so overwhelming that you feel like you could cry. maybe that was the reason you always gave in and went back.
choso always fucks you so good.
“cho, wh— what i-is that?” you stutter, breathily.
he grazes his teeth along your jaw. “w’s what, baby?”
his fingers curl again and you whimper loudly. it feels like he’s stroking your clit from the inside, and the pleasure builds so quickly that you almost want to push him away.
“h—ughhh fuck,” you choke out, head lolling onto his shoulder. you suck in deep breaths that smell like cologne and weed. “how are you—what are you touching?”
“s’your g-spot, y/n,” he tells you softly, curls his fingers again and says, “right… here.”
your hips roll to meet his hand. “s’sooo good, cho,” you whimper. “it’s…. fu— ohmigod please don’t s-stop.”
he doesn’t, just continues his steady rhythm, massaging the spongy spot behind your pubic bone.
“no one else ever hit this spot for you before?” he asks quietly over the lewd sound he’s creating between your legs. “that’s a damn shame.”
“w—ait, cho,” you sigh. “feels like i’m gonna… feels…”
“shhh,” he says. “i know, baby. let it happen.”
“cho—”
your jaw drops as your back arches, and your pussy begin to gush all over choso’s hand, drenching his lap in warm fluid. you cum so hard that it makes you sob into his neck, gripping at his forearm as he continues to fuck you through the blinding pleasure.
he groans softly into your ear as your orgasm begins to ebb, leans down to kiss you deep. you reach up to grip on the hair at the base of his neck, to hold his mouth to yours when his fingers finally slide out of your hole, gently teasing your clit again.
your body is limp in his arms by the time he’s finished with you. you can feel the soaked denim of his jeans beneath your ass.
“i made a mess in your fancy car,” you whisper.
he brushes his mouth against your temple. “don’t worry, pretty girl.”
you look up at him under the dim streetlight, and think about the last conversation you had. the one where you’d hinted at being together a little more… publicly, and he’d shut you down without a second thought.
you wonder if he’s thinking about it too. after a moment, you say,
“i don’t get it, cho.”
he knows what you’re talking about without you having to say anything more. you wonder if it’s because he’s definitely been thinking about it too.
choso studies your face. “me and you, y/n,” he says, “are like oil ‘n water. not meant to be together.”
you squint at his vague metaphorical explanation, huffing out an incredulous laugh. “what does that even mean, choso?”
he doesn’t answer. just shakes his head as his eyes flick between yours. he has the decency to look a little bit apologetic.
“let me get you home, baby.”
you part your lips around lost words, and then press them together. wonder if he sees the hurt in your eyes. you nod once.
he waits until you’ve pulled your clothes back on. reaches across your chest to pull your seatbelt over and clip it in, before pulling away from the random side walk on a street downtown.
you drive home in silence, and you’re glad he doesn’t try to make conversation again, because the last thing you want to hear is his stupid voice.
he pulls up outside your apartment complex without a word. you hear the door unlock with a click! and don’t waste any time in pushing it open.
you’re halfway out the door when you turn to look at him over your shoulder.
“hey, cho?”
he’s already watching you, waiting.
“lose my number, ‘kay?”
you get out of his mustang and slam the door shut behind you, and don’t turn back again on your way to your front door.
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@ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: for my wife @tatispm i hope you like it baby 🥺 guys idk i’m not ovulating rn so i feel like this is more tame than my other pieces. lmk in the chat. still #needthat though (inspired by this req).
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mdni. your boy best friend.ᐟgojo pops your cherry—for real this time…
cw: explicit sexual content. boy best friend.ᐟ gojo x fem virgin.ᐟ reader. smut w/ plot. oral (again), p in v, raw, tummy bulge, wtv it’s called when there’s a mirror, he’s actually lost in it (me next i’m begging).
song: friends—chase atlantic
(part one ‹𝟹 part two)
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things between you and gojo had been strangely normal—especially considering that a couple weeks ago he was eating your pussy like a man starved.
he didn’t mention it after that night.
so, neither did you.
he continued to come over and play games. text and ask if you wanted to get food together. sit next to you in every class you shared, seek you out in the library, invite you to his friend’s parties. talk to other women at those parties.
that last part pissed you off more than you cared to admit. but if he was gonna be mr. nonchalant after spilling all over your sheets just from eating you out, then you were going to be the president of nonchalant town.
even if behind closed doors, you couldn’t stop touching yourself to the mental image of his clothe-less body, pretending your fingers were his.
nobody else had to know about that.
you’re in the shower now, eyes closed, head dizzy with the memory of the way it felt as he guided your hips, creating the perfect friction. the way he looked absolutely ruined when you said you wanted him inside you.
it’s cerulean blue eyes that you see as you brace one hand against the cool tiles, while the other dips between your legs.
you pull your bottom lip between your teeth at the first circle of your fingers against your swollen clit, your breaths becoming heavier, your arousal diluted by the hot stream of the shower. you let it cascade over your head as you slip a finger inside yourself for the first time, jaw dropping.
it isn’t the same.
your eyes squeeze shut as you curl your finger, timidly, searching for that spot he found. his name tumbles from your lips the same way it did that night.
it. isn’t. enough.
“fuck,” you moan, words lost to your ears by the sound of the downpour. “what am i doing?”
“i’m wondering… the same thing.”
at first, you’re certain your ears are deceiving you. you’re so horny that you’ve gone prematurely senile, and now you’re conjuring up the voice of your best friend echoing around your bathroom whilst you fuck yourself with your fingers.
you look up and turn to your left. lift the hand from between your legs and push your soaked hair out of your face. use the other hand to clear the condensation from the glass divider.
“satoru,” you say, voice far too casual. “what are you doing in my bathroom?”
he steps forward, dazed. “i was waiting in your room, ‘nd, ah… i heard my name. thought you needed help.”
you watch as the blurred figure of your imagination takes another step forward. notice the way his hand reaches down to palm his cock while he watches the rise and fall of your tits with every ragged breath. it looks almost subconscious, like he isn’t even aware he’s doing it. his eyes are burning into yours, voice hoarse when he says,
“do you need help, y/n?”
“satoru, wh—” your pussy throbs, aching at the mere sight of him. something vaguely similar to a sob chokes out of you. “yes. help me, toru.”
he nods, entranced. drags his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair. pushes his shorts and underwear down and off. steps out of his slides, and rounds the divider.
you press your back against the tiled wall behind you, making room for the way his frame crowds the space, and you know this is real. you know it because your brain couldn’t conjure up a masterpiece such as this one. it couldn’t fabricate the way his cock hangs hard, heavy and leaking between his thick thighs, so much more than how you remembered it. or the way his abs ripple with every breath, just as laboured as yours.
couldn’t capture the way the spray of water dampens the greatest’s hair as he lowers himself to his knees in front of you.
the way he doesn’t look away as his hands move up to stroke your sides. one hand rests at your hips, while the other tracks the soft curve of your ass. it stops at the back of your thigh. lifts your leg and positions it until it’s draped over his broad shoulder.
you moan, and he hasn’t even touched you where you want him.
satoru watches you as he buries his face in your wet cunt. watches the way your mouth falls open on a silent ‘o’, the way your brows pull down, and your stomach sucks in on a breath.
he sucks, licks, kisses your pussy like it’s a meal he’s been craving for weeks. squeezes your ass while looking up at you through white lashes dripping with water.
you thread your fingers through his hair, hips jerking forward involuntarily as his tongue swirls around your clit. it’s a great effort, trying to keep your eyes open, to memorise your best friend’s face nuzzling your pussy for a second time.
“satoru,” you moan breathily, voice pitchier than usual.
he looks up at you as if his tongue isn’t dipping into your hole. as if he isn’t drinking up your arousal like it’s the elixir of life.
“i want you to fuck me,” you sigh, cunt grinding against his face. “please, i want it so bad. i need it.”
you thought you might die if he didn’t.
he pulls away from your pussy, nods his head silently, lips still parted. stands up to his full, towering height so that he can grip your face. shoves his tongue into your mouth while it’s still coated with your juices.
you’re panting by the time he pulls away to look at you with dark, hooded eyes, lips pink and swollen. you inch your face forward, desperate to taste him again, but he draws back, mouth tilting up into a smirk.
he flicks off the shower. reaches down to grip you beneath your ass, and lift you up. your clit drags along his abs as he steps around the glass divider, carrying you through the bathroom, into your bedroom, and leaving a trail of water in his wake.
satoru drops you down onto the bed, less gentle than the time before, and stands over you, imposing. keeps his blue eyes trained on yours like a predator stalking his prey as he walks over to your chest of drawers that he always dumps his belongings on.
you watch the muscles in his back ripple as he opens his wallet, pulls out a black foil wrapper.
“satoru,” you say quietly.
he turns.
you swallow. “are you clean?”
his eyes flick over your face as he nods.
“m’on birth control.” you shake your head. “don’t use it.”
his eyes flutter shut, head tipping back as he pushes a hand into his hair and grips it at the scalp. he nods at the sky. drops his wallet and the foil back on the wooden surface.
“y/n,” he says softly as he climbs between your legs. you drag your attention away from his shaft. “i really want this. i want it too badly.”
“so do i,” you tell him.
“i don’t know if…” he swallows, eyes on your stomach, hand stroking your calf. “if you’ll be able to handle it—”
“always so worried. look at me, gojo.”
slowly, he does.
you glide your hand down your damp body, stopping when your fingers meet your clit. he watches the way you press your fingers into the bud, and you watch him while you stroke yourself.
“i hughhm—h-haven’t been able to think about anything other than your cock in weeks,” you tell him. watch his dick jump at your confession. “when you left your sweater here the other week, i put it on, and i touched myself. came s-sooo hard, just because it smelled like you.”
his throat works, eyes jumping back up to yours.
“fuck me, toru. i won’t ask you again.”
he nods like a man under a spell, settling between your legs and gripping the base of his cock. his hand trembles, movements restrained as he lines it up with your heat, jaw clenching, eyes falling momentarily shut. he glides his tip between your folds and mixes your arousal with his. your hips buck up, shifting forwards.
satoru studies your face as he tilts his hips forward, and when the first inch pushes into your hole, you gasp. toru’s lips part, brows furrowing.
“fffuuuck, y’re s-so tight,” he whines, already panting. “are you—nngh, okay, baby? want me to keep going?”
you pull your lower lip between your teeth. nod.
he nods in return. grips your inner thigh with his free hand, unintentionally bruising, while he uses the other to guide his cock inside of you. the stretch is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. so achingly full as he slides against your walls, pushing into your wetness. you squeeze your eyes shut, breath caught in your throat.
“y/n…” he says quietly.
“more,” you moan. “don’t stop.”
he groans low in his throat, cages your head with his arms as he continues to sink into you. you look down, watch the way your pussy swallows him whole. and every moment you think he’s finished—that he couldn’t possibly have more to give— another inch glides in. you’re so full that it momentarily paralyses you.
“holy fuck, ‘s big,” you sigh as you shift your hips, testing, adjusting.
he isn’t listening, though. he’s looking down between your bodies. his fingers ghost over the bulge in your lower stomach.
“y/n,” his voice is just above a whisper. “i can see myself inside of you.”
it’s ridiculous that your best friend can have such an affect on you after years of friendship, because the sheer wonder in his voice makes you clench around him. it sends waves of pleasure pulsing from your pelvis.
it takes you saying his name twice for him to finally look up at you, irises swallowed by his pupils. he looks distraught, lips agape, chest heaving.
“toru, move,” you tell him.
“can’t,” he moans. “i’ll— mmngh, i’ll cum, y/n.”
a strangled sound leaves your lips before you pull his face down. he presses his forehead against yours, lips ghosting over your mouth, his breath filling your lungs. you buck your hips up, and the sound that leaves his throat is pathetic. he grips your hip to stop you, fingers digging into your skin.
“i can’t…” his voice breaks on the word. “baby ju—mmm, just give me a second.”
you nod, wrap your arms around his shoulders as he blankets your body with his, stroke the curves of his back as he buries his face into your neck, taking deep, ragged breath.
after a minute, or maybe two, you feel his hips rut up, experimentally. his hand slides down your waist to grip your ass, to hitch your leg up over his hip. he kisses your neck. grazes his teeth against yours throat as he begins to rock into you.
“i can feel you e-verywhere, toru,” you whimper, brows furrowing.
“oh my god, y/n,” he mumbles into your skin. “feel so good. y’re squeezing me so good.”
his pelvis strokes your clit, cock drags along your walls, tip nudging a spot so deep inside of you that you feel it in your stomach. he sits up, hovering his pretty face above yours.
“more. please,” you say.
he nods. pushes himself up with the arm that isn’t gripping your ass so that he can kneel between your legs again. he pulls out to the tip, then watches your face as he sinks back into you, bottoming out.
“fuck,” he murmurs, pressing his palm to your lower stomach as he fills you up again, and again. “look at how well you’re taking me, baby.”
he grips your chin in his hand, then. turns your head so that you can see your reflection in the mirror propped up on the other side of the room. you see yourself, hand between your thighs. you see satoru’s hips moving fluidly as his cock repeatedly disappears inside of you. you see his eyes on your face, watching you, even in the reflection.
the pleasure builds quickly, frighteningly so, and you grip his thick bicep. “toru, i’m gonna cuh-uum,” you tell him.
he just watches you, hips snapping into yours roughly, hands gripping your skin tight enough to bruise.
he dips his head down to kiss you deep, achingly soft. your vision turns as white as the hair on his head.
you moan, almost heart wrenchingly, into his mouth as you climax around his cock, wave, after wave, after wave of heat spreading from your pussy throughout your entire body.
satoru pounds into you, eyes tracing every detail of your reaction, even as his own face crumples in pleasure. even as his hips begin to stutter, and a long, deep groan spills from his lips.
you feel him emptying himself inside of you, stream after stream of warmth filling your hole until it’s spilling down the crevice of your ass and onto the already damp sheets beneath you.
even then he doesn’t stop, dropping his head back to the crook of your neck and making pathetic little noises while he continues to thrust into you, until he’s spilling into your hole again. stuffing you full, again.
“ohhhmigod.” his words come out muffled.
minutes later, he’s still inside of you. you physically feel his cock soften, and regain its blood while it’s still warming your hole. you stroke the back of his head, pussy numb, eyelids heavy.
“toru,” you mumble quietly.
he presses a kiss to the curve of your shoulder. “yeah, doll?”
“i made the greatest cum twice…” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut from pure exhaustion. “s’that give me the title of the greatest pussy?”
it’s so ridiculous that you feel his body shake with laughter on top of yours. don’t even have it in you to stop yourself from snorting as you cradle his head to your chest.
“yeah, baby,” he chuckles, lifting his head to plant a kiss on the side of your jaw. “i think you have the greatest pussy in all the world.”
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@ yut2achoya. do not copy, feed into ai, or repost on any other platform!
a/n: the way he locks in and goes nonverbal over that super soaker slip n slide coochie… genuinely bit a huge chunk out of my phone while writing ts. if i can’t join in, i’ll be fine with a cuck chair, thanks. also did you notice i tried to write in protection for once… didn’t end up accomplishing it, but it’s the thought that counts 😊 well done me.
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ur bio is so funny i luv u
٠࣪⭑ wait but what if i said i love you…
HIHI just found ur account and ohmydays thank you so much for the meal. i wanna ask if u have an ao3 account??
٠࣪⭑ oh you are so welcome i’m glad i could feed my baby—unfortunately i don’t have an ao3 account i’m a fan fic super noob, i only just moved on from wattpad 💔
Unfortunately I'm intrigued by your Naoya story. If only there was a part two or something idk😔
٠࣪⭑ if only there were someone to step up and write that part two 😮💨 (i’ll do it you do not have to ask me twice )
omg mean dom!TOJIIII can you imagine him catching shy!reader on the kitchen listening to songs like Ain’t Shit by Doja and mindlessly singing it? meanwhile she’s whipped for him, he’ll make her eat those words
٠࣪⭑ oh you cooked so spectacularly, i’ll one million percent add this to my list and write it for you baby, as soon as this uk heatwave stops frying me alive xx
— as for your megumi rec, i loveee the idea but i don’t write megumi (or yuji or yuta for that matter) i just feel too maternal towards them i can’t reach freakstate like i do with my older daddies Dx