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mommypieck · 3 months

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⌗︙・choso learning about boobs ⸜⸜・

choso does understand the concept of boobs. he understands that humans have some reproductive organs and that he should be attracted to that. and yuuji already showed him some porn so he can say he liked that. but boobs just don't have sense to him.

"you wanna go further?" you moan into his mouth. choso has his hands all around your body, rubbing at your hips and thighs. you're almost in his lap and as much as you want to hump him, you know he doesn't understand it.

"yeah, we can try." he says, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. you smile against his lips, sneaking your tongue into his mouth. you push your shirt lower so that he can get a good view of your cleavage.

"kiss me there." you tell him. choso looks at you with an unsure look but does as told. he kisses the mouth of your breast, licking and sucking at the skin. you give him access to more skin by popping your nipple out. other boys would be on their knees by now but choso is just confused. that's until his tongue teases your nipple and he takes it in his mouth. he gives it a few testing sucks because his eyes close and he gets into it.

"choso, honey. that's not-" you don't get to finish even he bites on your breast. soon, he shifts to the other boob and he gives it the same treatment. he's almost laying in your lap, just lapping and sucking at your nipples. he finally pulls your tits out of his mouth, breathing hard and his eyes wide.

"what's that?" he asks and you're not sure what it's about.

"you nursed on me like a little baby. although i have no milk." you giggle as you wipe his drool from your boobs.

"YOU CAN PRODUCE MILK?"

you decided not to tell him how you can produce milk yet.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #choso kamo x you #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x y/n

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lxnarphase · 3 months

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ah-ah, barbie, you're so fine! ๋࣭ ⭑

special treatment : thighs edition

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : kamo choso + itadori yuuji + higuruma hiromi + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, facesitting, somnophilia, dirty talk, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, desperation, oral fixation, squirting, creampie, choso being whiny, yuuji being a little shit, yuuji is 21yrs & a college student, hiromi being pussydrunk, sukuna being whipped

✧ k. choso : poor choso, ever since the first time he's gotten a taste of what's between your thighs, he's begging you every day just to eat your cunt. but today? today must be a bad day, because choso is desperate. his already between your thighs, whimpering and whining as he mouths at you through your underwear, tears in his eyes as he begs you to give him a little taste. once you do, his eyes are rolling back just from the first lick.

"you taste so good, fuck, so good, thank you, thank you, mmph, so delicious, i can't get enough." "can you cum again? i know it's been 4 times already, but please? please, please, pleaase, pretty thing, i need itttt..." "oh my goddd, you're cumming? yes, yes, cum on my tongue, pretty please, i'll fuck you so good after, just keep cumming, don't hold back." "stop-stop running away, i know your pretty pussy is all sensitive b-but i just, i can't stop...but you know you can say the safeword and i'll stop, right? ...what? you-you like being overstimulated...? fuck, fuck, okay, let me make you squirt on my tongue then i'll fuck you good, okay?"

✧ i. yuuji : yuuji's always been a smug little shit whenever it came to teasing you. what starts off with him tickling you and blowing raspberries into your stomach turns nto hot kisses against your stomach that let down to the waistband of your underwear as he pushes your shirt up higher on your body. he can't help but grin up at you when he notices the wet spot on your panties from his little kisses.

"d'awww, bunny, y'so cute! look at how wet you are. is that 'cus of me? ehehe, i know, i know, teasing is mean, but i can't help it...you're just so adorable." "y'know i can practically feel your heartbeat whenever i kiss it? mhm, i can feel that, pretty girl. don't cover your face, baby, you're so cute!" "your thighs are so soft. i could stay between here forever, fuck goin' to classes or missions, i'd rather just eat you out until you pass out." "open up these legs a little more, let me get my fingers in there...thereeee we go, such a pretty lil' bun, aren't you?" "you're so messy! did i do this to you? yeah? aww, my pretty girl likes meee! i felt how you squeezed on my fingers! so cute!

✧ h. hiromi : ever since you made a comment about his nose, saying 'doja is right about big noses' in passing to him, hiromi has been curious. curious enough to the point where he looks it up, seeing the video of said woman. so, you wanted to sit on his face and grind on his nose, hm? you've never sat on his face before but he was sure to change that.

"i don't care if you think i'll die, i want you to sit on my face. i'm giving you the chance to either have control of your pace or let me do what i want with you. so, what's your decision?" "see? it's not that bad, angel, you forget your husband isn't some weakling...now c'mon on, get yourself right over my mouth, let me taste you." "god, you're so beautiful like this. i need you on my face more often, you're dripping all over my mouth...such a good girl for me." "heh...i knew you said my nose was perfect for sitting on but i didn't realize it would get you this riled up. go ahead, sweet thing, you can keep grinding that clit on it...just like that, just let me make you feel good." "good lord, i never wanna leave between your thighs. so fucking sweet, shit, angel, you've got me wrapped around that pretty finger. c'mon, let me devour you all night, i'll let you get up when i'm done."

✧ r. sukuna : getting sukuna to lay on his back without him instantly taking control of the situation was easier than you thought. hell, even crawling up higher so that you were hovering over his face was too. but little did you know, sukuna was intrigued, liking the side of you where you would just take control of him, knowing that only you had the right to do that...especially if it meant he got to eat you until you soaked his face.

"you know i should kill you for thinking you can just sit on my face like i'm some kind of personal chair. i am the king of curses, not a piece of furniture...what? ...hm. i guess you do look...good over me like this." "...huh? sorry, i wasn't listening. when are you going to sit on my face? you keep blabbering, but i can see the way that sticky cunt is dripping for me. are you gonna just let it go to waste?" "oh. shit. you've been holdin' out on me, haven't you, diamond? shit, i can see all of you from down here...nah, keep grinding on my face, little one, use me for your pleasure...let me see you cum on my mouth." "such a fucking slut. my mouth is coated in your cum, but you still wanna keep going? my tongue that good for you?" "no, no, i'm not letting you back down until you beg, diamond. tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue...hm. good enough."

#choso smut #itadori smut #higuruma smut #sukuna smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso x reader #choso x you #itadori x you #itadori x reader #higuruma x you #higuruma x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #kamo choso smut #itadori yuji smut #higuruma hiromi smut #ryomen sukuna smut #𖤐 ── lxnarworks.

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pixiesndberries · 4 months

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

━ REQUESTED BY : none

━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : heya pookies I know it's been a while 🙏🏻 but here I am creating another series to pay off the days I wasn't posting so much —⁠ forgive me my pookies 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 we have holiday break so I'm going to grind a lot 😝

NANAMI KENTO, as your husband !

• Nanami is the perfect standard for male wife, argue with the wall —⁠ this man knows how to cook, clean his home, does his own laundry, and mostly basic life skills that most men barely know which is pretty much a big turn on.

Nanami who always supports your decision as long as it doesn't have any bad effects in your life, he respects you a lot to whatever you do in your life —⁠ he thinks that just because you are married it doesn't mean he have full possession on you, though sometimes when you asked for his opinions about your decisions in such situations he isn't shy of what he thinks.

Nanami the type of husband who will always do small and big things for you even though you can do it yourself —⁠ carrying groceries for you, helping you in the kitchen, sending you to your work, helps you clean the house, and goes to the mall with you.

; he surprisingly took the shopping bags form your hands gently "your hands will get numb, this is pretty heavy." he says with his usual tone as he looks at you softly, you can't help but to smile in his small little gestures and gosh it's making her heart melt.

"thank you, kento." you say as you gave him a big smile and pressed a kiss on his cheeks making him grin.

Nanami who is being a worrywart when you don't reply quickly when you're out with your friends late night —⁠

; kento | sent a message.

10:24 pm

kento : just got home love ❤️

kento : what time are you going home?

11:04 pm

kento : love, tell me when you're going home I'll pick you up ❤️

kento : is everything going alright?

kento : kind of worried, hope you respond soon 😅

11:07 pm

kento : please reach out to me when you can so I can pick you up ☺️

kento : I'm worried 😢

you : love I'm fine sorry, we we're drinking just a tiny bit 😭

you : you can pick me up now 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

Nanami the type of husband to use cringe emojis but you appreciate it anyways, he barely use his phone or try to use emojis —⁠ headcanon : he learned using emojis from yuji or gojo 🙏🏻 you find it silly and cute anyways.

Nanami who's phone is always filled with your photos and some sceneries with you in it —⁠ he doesn't like taking photos of himself that much though, he loves taking photos of you and look through it when he's not busy or when he misses you and he's at work.

Nanami when he learned how to use Instagram and he can't stop posting you —⁠ Gojo probably tried influencing him to use social media once and he was like no??? not until one time you took a photo of him during one of your dates and you asked him, "hey can I post this?" and of course he said yes and after that you kept posting him at some times which led him to the idea of posting you as well since he thinks you deserve it too.

; nanami.kento1990

tagged : @y/n.igcom | ❤️

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gojosatoru | he knows how to use Instagram 😦 ???

gojosatoru | WHO TAUGHT YOU ⁉️

itaaa.yuji | first post !!

nobaraaaa | parents 🙏🏻

Nanami who is nervous to talk about the future he wants with you — not totally nervous it's more like when you talked about kids you wanted soon with him he will always be like, "sure I also thought about that." with his usual tone but deep inside talking about it was his hyper fixation and he can't stop thinking about it.

Nanami who never in his life forget about giving you flowers in small or big occasions —⁠

; "happy mother's day." he says softly with a grin in his face as he hands you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, "kento, I'm not a mother yet." you laugh as you take the bouquet from him, admiring the flowers for a second. He never fails to make you feel happy, "maybe soon?" he chuckles then makes his way to give you a hug. "sure." you laughed and happily hugged him back tightly, exchanging I love you.

Nanami who never left by your side especially when you are not okay, he will leave his work for a day or even weeks if you really need him by your side —⁠ he will never get tired of comforting you; if you need a shoulder to cry on? He's there. He can stay all day in bed with you to make you feel better —⁠ take you out in a vacation if that's what you really need or probably do every house chores just to make you rest.

─ REBLOGS, LIKES, AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED FEEL FREE TO REQUEST!

#nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #nanami angst #nanami fluff #nanami kento fluff #jujutsu nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento angst #nanami kento smut #jujutsu kaisen smau #jjk smau #gojo x reader #choso x reader #geto x reader #jjk men #toji fushiguro #aoi todo

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Hi! I really like your writing for JJK! I was wondering if you could do, JJK men with a s/O with a heavy breeding kink? Thank you!

Why are you inside my head right now? Or do we have the same horny thoughts?

Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Choso x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, rough sex, pregnancy mention, cum marking, cumdrunk!Reader

A/N: My thoughts are almost always horny so chance is that we'll agree on something at some given moment.

Yuuji is happy that you want his cum so much but no matter what he always has a pack of condoms with him. You can never be too safe you know. And when you're riding his cock as much as you are, saying how you want him to breed you, how much you love his cum inside yo, him having a condom on is the only thing that can prevent pregnancy because he does not have the strength to pull out.

Sukuna has a breeding kink too, even more than you. You think he's gonna stop when he's knocked you up once? No, you've already shown how much you want it, he finishes inside you and you don't even let him pull out, you're holding on because you know for a fact that he has more cum to give, another baby to make with you. You can't wait to be impregnanted by the King of curses again.

Megumi is only really rough and messy with you when you your breeding kink comes out to play. He knows you'll do anything to be covered with his cum when you're in that state. You'll suck him off just to have it on your face, you'll let his cock slip out just to have it on your ass and back, you'll press against him and mumble as best as you still can about how warm it feels to be bathed in his seed.

Gojo wants at least a few kids with you. He's overjoyed when you start talking about it during sex and is a little disappointed when he finds out it was just a kink thing. Not to worry he will still unload as many cumshots into your womb as you want but one day he hopes that it won't be just dirty talk and that he will get to see mini versions of the two of you running around.

Nanami starts out wearing a condom but once he hears about how much you want to feel his cum in your pussy he decides to take it off. There are other ways to prevent a pregnancy if you're not just horny talking to him. If you really do want to be pregnant then there are a few other things he needs to prepare first so the breeding he gives you tonight won't be the one that actually impregnates you.

Geto is into it too, very much into it and encourages your breeding kink whenever and however he can. He talks very casually about how beautiful you'd look like if you were pregnant, how he would still bury his cock in you no matter what and fuck you until you couldn't stand. If it became too much for your pussy then he would fuck your throat until you couldn't speak. There is always a hole for him to breed.

Toji already has you folded in a mating press by the time you start begging for his seed inside of you, for him to breed you because you're currently at most fertile time of the month and his seed will surely take. Say no more. He will give you as many creampies as you want, it will be his pleasure, and yours too it seems. When he's done and carries you to bed you'll leave a white trail of cum behind you.

Choso likes the idea of being a dad some day but not yet. So whenever you ask him to breed you he hesitates, he pulls out and shoos his load on your body instead. It makes you sad to see his seed go to waste like that so you ask him to finger just a bit of it inside of you, after that you can take a pill right away, you just want to feel a little bit of it inside of you. Lucky you he loves you so much.

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lowkeyremi · 2 months

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"DADDY I THREW UP"

How they react when their little ones throw up ! (we all know gojo is gonna be overreacting) ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami

content: TW: vomit, no curse!au fluff, established relationship (marriage), children, families. (divider by kim jiho) same kids from jjk men as dads

Gojo Satoru

Satoru's on daddy duty for the next week and a half while you're gone, and so far he's actually doing quite well. Currently, he's making dinner from a simple recipe in the recipe book you've been making throughout the last few years.

Two year old Kenji waddles into the kitchen and tugs on Satoru's sweatpants. His head whips around to look down at his little mini-me.

"Hey Kenji, what's up little guy?" He puts his attention back on the wok with noodles in it to make sure he doesn't burn dinner. As he's stirring the food around with chopsticks Kenji starts to form a sentence, "Um.. throw up."

Satoru freezes. "W-what?" He knows exactly what Kenji said but he's scared to turn around. Kenji whines a little bit, "Throw up. Kenji throw up." Usually Satoru would find his toddler's 3rd person speaking cute but right now he feels himself breaking out into a cold sweat.

"Oh... um.. It's okay? Where is it?" Kenji's little feet waddle away from the kitchen expecting his daddy to follow after him. Satoru turns the heat down to low so the food won't burn, and follows his little boy to the 'crime scene'.

Kenji sticks his thumb in his little mouth and points to the throw up on the carpet.

"O-oh god, I think I'm gonna-" He gags and runs into the bathroom. Nothing comes from his mouth so he shudders. He needs to calm down, it's just a little throw up from his own kin, he'll be alright. The faucet runs and he splashes some water on his face.

"I can do this. I can do this. I can-" He hears the telltale sign of someone throwing up. Kenji is definitely sick. The throw up is followed by loud crying. Satoru's dad instincts kick in and he runs back over to where his little boy is.

"Hey, hey, hey, little guy. It's gonna be okay. Let's get you a bath, then I'll call mommy, okay?" Kenji nods. It breaks Satoru's heart hearing those little sniffles that leave his baby boy.

Geto Suguru

"PAPAAAAA!!!! Hana threw up!!!" Suguru looks at you and you stare right back.

"Don't look at me, I cleaned Hana's vomit yesterday while you were working late." He fights the urge to roll his eyes at you, because you're being childish in his mind.

Suguru makes his way to the kitchen so he can get the carpet cleaning spray out of the cabinet. "Fucking hell." He mumbles without realizing his six year old daughter was near by.

She gasps dramatically before yelling, "OOOOOO PAPA SAID A BAD WORD!!!" He screws his eyes shut, agitation was slowly seeping in.

"I'll put a dollar in the jar, but please stop screaming, Kana. Your sister doesn't feel good and the screaming is hurting Papa's head." He has retrieved the spray and a damp rag to clean up the soiled spot on the carpet.

"Sorry Papa." Kana's voice is lowered drastically. Being a curious little thing she follows her father to go check up on her little twin sister.

"You alright, princess?" Suguru sits close to her little pink bed and poor little Hana shakes her head 'no'.

"I don't feel good, Papa." She whines quietly. Suguru can tell by the way her eyes water, the sweat beads grow on her forehead and the way she frowns deeply that she definitely is sick.

"Why don't you go brush your teeth for me, princess? Then Papa will get you some medicine." Suguru understands his daughter very well. He'd always get sick while eating curses, sometimes they were so bad he would vomit all over the place. LOLLL no curse au so he aint gotta suffer.

She nods hopping from her bed to go brush her teeth in the bathroom. Suguru gets to work cleaning up the carpet.

Kamo Choso

Ryuji's school had called you because your boy threw up in school, which he was very embarrassed about because elementary schoolers always know how to make a big deal out of something small. Many children were crowding your son where he threw up some gasped in horror others laughed. Luckily the teachers were able to get the students under control once more.

They sent him to the nurse and she dialed you, "I'm so sorry, baby. Mom's out of town, give the phone back to the nurse so I can give her dad's number, okay?" He utters a quiet response before handing the phone over.

You chat with the nurse for a little bit giving her the information she needed then you told your son goodbye and hung up.

The nurse is quick to dial Choso and he picks up after the fourth ring. "Good morning, Sir. I'm calling because your son Ryuji Kamo threw up and he isn't feeling too good. We called Mom but she said she won't be able to come pick him up. Do you think you could check him out or do you have another trusted family member who could pick him up?" She's got a pen and notepad ready to write down another number if Choso couldn't make it.

"Oh dear, yeah I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Is his stuff packed already or..." He trails phone pressed to his ear, he hadn't been doing anything too important since he'd already finished up his meeting.

"No Sir, we'll send him right up to pack up. He'll be waiting for you in the main office."

"Alright, thank you." Choso's starting to worry, does he need to take Ryuji to the doctor? Should he stop at the grocery store and get soup? Should he make soup? Do you have kids cold/flu medicine at home? Your husband can't remember the last time Ryuji had vomited and he's pretty sure you'd taken care of it anyway.

"Hey Siri, how do I take care of my sick son?" She responds with 'here's what I found' he quickly scans over an article and the main idea is comfort him, make him something light, make sure he's hydrated, and gets plenty of rest. He could do that. Choso's not the best at emotions but he'll do what he can for his boy.

Eventually the two make it home, and Choso is quick to act. "Change into your pjs and I'll get you some medicine. How do you feel?" He needs a basic idea of what he's dealing with.

"My stomach reallyyyyyyy hurts." He whines holding his abdomen area tightly.

"Like you need to go to the bathroom kind of hurt?" Choso thinks it might be a stomach bug because his so shakes his head 'no'.

"Nuh uh, feels like someone is stabbing me in the stomach." His brows knit and a frown covers his face. it hurts to see his son suffering.

"Alright, I've got you kiddo. I'll take care of you." He promises to his growing boy.

"Thanks dad."

Fushiguro Toji

"Dad come look! I threw up! It's so cool!" Four year old Yui says, which is odd, no normal little kid is happy after throwing up so Toji is suspicious.

"Tell your brother to clean it up." Yui crosses her little arms and pouts.

"I already told Megumi and Nami!! They told me to go tell you!!!" He doesn't want to clean it up. He already has his work cutting out for him changing his newborn's diapers, cleaning up vomit was not on his list of to dos.

He would have told her to go ask you to clean it up but it's sunday and you usually go out for brunch with your friends. So, unless he somehow coaxed his stubborn son, Megumi, he'd have to do it himself.

When he finally reaches the bathroom, he groans in annoyance at how she just barely missed the toilet had she run a little faster she would have made it. To make matters worse it looks like she tried to clean it up herself and just spread it all everywhere.

"Oh, Sprinkles threw up too! Cuz he ate some of mine."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" A deep unsettling groan rips from his throat. Yui finds the whole ordeal funny, she's giggling and cooing at her father.

Bonus: A few days later you're walking past Yui's room and you hear her yell, "Are you fucking kidding me?!"

You instantly stop, "Excuse you little girl, who did you hear say that?"

"Dad said it when he had to clean up my throw up!!" She smiles brightly at you. She's so innocent she doesn't fully understand the weight of what she's said.

"That's a bad word sweet girl. Don't say that anymore, got it?"

You're given a little nod to indicate she understands.

"TOJI WHERE ARE YOU?!" He's about to get an earful from you.

Nanami Kento:

"Hey guys, I came as soon as I could." You exhale deeply as you set your keys on the rack and slip off your shoes. Kento had picked up your son because the school called saying he'd thrown up.

Kento appears from the hallway with a finger on his lip telling you to "shh".

You lower your voice to a whisper, "Is Hiro alright?" Kento walks up to you and gives you a comforting hug which you really needed.

"Yeah he's resting right now. He threw up in the car. Twice. I was going to go clean it up right now. Emmie should be waking up from her nap soon, though." You're so grateful to have a husband you can rely on in a time of need.

When Hiro's school had called you, you were in the middle of a very important meeting so you couldn't leave. Nanami had left work early to go pick up your son.

His smile is so intoxicating. You pull him by his collar and make his lips meet yours. He immediately reciprocates by bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks and kiss you back.

"Thank you, baby." His eyes are so beautiful and if you didn't have to go make sure to be there for your baby girl you would have continued to stare at them.

"Of course my love. Parenting is a two person thing for a reason."

"I bet by next week we'll be sick too." You say chuckling dryly.

"Most likely, yeah." He says shaking his head. He begrudgingly walks out to his car to clean up the vomit in the backseat.

#jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #dad!au #jjk!dads #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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yuwuta · 19 days

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CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF (I MEAN I COULD, BUT WHY WOULD I WANT TO?) — JJK BOYS + TOO HOT

featuring. gojo, okkotsu, choso, itadori, fushiguro

content, warnings. playing too hot with the jjk boys—(too hot is a party game in which two people kiss while keeping their hands to themselves; the first person to touch their partner loses), making out, tongue sucking, uhhh slight predator/prey in yuuta’s oops, they’re a bunch of losers to be honest, there’s a word for the thing yuuji does but i don't know it lolol

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SATORU GOJO Satoru is prideful, but you also know that he is nothing if not handsy, borderline clingy on his worst days. The concept of personal space is foreign to him, he’s rarely not touching you when you’re in his proximity, and when you aren’t, he closes that gap—so you’re confident that he’ll lose this game.

And he does. It takes ninety-two seconds for Satoru to put his hands on you; his palms cupping your cheeks, forcing your jaw open for him to lick at your tongue. You yelp in surprise, try to take in your victory, taunt that you’ve won, but Satoru’s playing an entirely different game now. “I know, I lost,” he pushes his thumbs at the corners of your mouth, parting your lips and staring at your open mouth. Briefly, his eyes flicker to yours, drinks in your pliant expression, the soft touch of your fingers around his wrists, the feel of your body sinking below him, and he smiles, “But I want something else right now. Indulge me?”

You tap at his right wrist and he moves his thumbs away from your lips, stroking against the soft skin of your cheeks instead so you can speak, “You lost, you’re not supposed to make demands.”

“Take pity on a rookie like me, won’t you?” Satoru hums, tilting his head to kiss your cheek, then closer, just below your bottom lip, “Please, sweets?”

“Depends on what you want,” you pout, but your words are strained against Satoru’s kisses. He grins, guiding a thumb back to your lips, this time pressing past the barrier of your lips until they’re wrapped around his digit, smile turning cheshire when he feels you sucking, “I have a different game we can play instead.”

YUUTA OKKOTSU “Ah, ah—” you pull away from Yuuta, much to his dismay, pulling the hem of your shirt from his grasp, “That counts as touching. You’re not supposed to touch, Yuuta.”

He’s looking at you intensely, gaze bordering on predatory, slow blinking with blown-out pupils. He nods shallowly, moving his hand from where it was to your side, palm pressing into the couch next to your thigh; it lets him that much closer to you, the tip of his nose grazing yours, you can feel his laborious breaths tickle your lips. Yuuta tilts his head ever so slightly and pauses, blinks, waits—for you to make a sound, for you to tell him no again, for you to run.

You don’t. He shifts his weight and positions his other hand to rest at your side, caging you between his arms, slotting you underneath his gaze. You curl underneath him, backing up until you’re pressed against the arm of the couch, until Yuuta’s crawled to slot his knee between your legs. You crane your neck away, but you’re still within his reach, and now you’ve presented the perfect canvas for him. He dips his head into your collarbone, leaves a deceptively soft kiss there before nosing up the expanse of your exposed skin and sinking his teeth into your neck.

Yuuta feels you tense underneath him, body going rigid in a moment of surprise, and then slacking with an exhaled moan, like a bitten bunny. Reflexively, your hands find purchase in his hair, and Yuuta nips over the tender skin, and smiles, “Caught you.”

CHOSO KAMO “You’re nervous,” you conclude, pulling away from the shallow kiss Choso gave you.

Beside you, he’s flushed, a hand coming up to reach at the back of his neck as he replies, “I don’t know why,” he exhales, “It’s just... weird to not touch you. I have to think about not touching you, and that means I have to think, which tends to make me, you know... nervous.”

You giggle, leaning in closer to him, careful not to touch; careful to keep your hips raised above his, even as you straddle him, keep your arms and hands at your sides even though the instinct is to wrap them around Choso’s neck. He doesn’t pull back, even though he should; you like that he doesn’t. “You don’t like to think about me?”

“No—no! Not like that,” he’s too loud for the proximity, sighing in embarrassment shortly after; you’re too close, way too close, and he’s not supposed to touch, but he wants to—Choso doesn’t like this feeling of restraint, of constriction; it’s too close to when he had a hopeless crush on you, to when he was pining and praying you’d spare him the time of day. Isn’t the point of dating that he gets to have you? To touch you, to hold you—to not hold back?

“Because I like to think about you,” you admit, leaning in even closer, pressing a kiss to the base of Choso’s neck—and he whines, “I think about you a lot, Choso.”

The sound of his name from your lips is sweet torture, as is the way you trail your kisses up his neck, up his jaw, behind his ear. Choso’s certain he’s going to rip a hole in his jeans with how taut he’s pulling them between his fists. This isn’t fair—nothing about this is fair. “I don’t want to play anymore,” Choso whines, eyes screwing shut when you suck a hickey onto his collar.

“But we’ve only just started,” you giggle against his skin, “And nobody’s won yet.”

Choso bites his lips, his knuckles are sore, his resolve is weak, and you smell good, you feel good—and he can’t do this. Pathetic, maybe, but he doesn’t care; he didn’t make you yours to try and stay away from you. So, Choso gives in, unwinds his fists, places one hand on your waist, and the other against your back, pulling you flush against him, and burying his face in your neck.

“There, I lose,” he grumbles, not caring for your laughter reverberating against his chest, “Now I can touch you as much as I want.”

YUUJI ITADORI “Th—this isn’t fair,” you tremble, attempting to move away from his kisses, but you’re caged in between Yuuji and the wall. There’s nowhere for you to run, nothing for you to grab purchase onto but Yuuji—nothing to do but lose.

“I didn’t hear any rules against this,” he feigns innocence, suckling at your skin, “Think it’s fair game.”

You close your eyes, trying to focus on something, anything else, but it’s hard when all you can see, all you can feel is Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji. Kissing up your neck, at your cheek, then your lips, and you find yourself sighing into his touch, balling your hands into fists to avoid the temptation of cupping his face.

Yuuji moans when he feels your tongue against his, kisses you back fervently, swirling his tongue across yours and into the cavity of your mouth. He inhales all your breaths, makes it impossible for you to do anything but succumb to his kiss, to swallow his moans, to take everything he gives you. You didn’t expect Yuuji to have this much resolve—you’d anticipated a short, cute round of a silly party game, but you should have known better; Yuuji has never lost a challenge before, and you were naive, at best, to think otherwise.

Predictably, it’s you that lets go first, whining when Yuuji sucks on your tongue, hands trembling and reaching to hold him, to cling to him as some kind of recourse, unable to squirm or move anywhere else. That doesn’t stop him—Yuuji only sucks harder, only forces more moans out of you until you’re digging your nails into his shoulders and bending your knees, weak.

Then he pulls back, leaving you breathless, tilting his head up to kiss your forehead and flashing you a grin that’s equal parts boyish and wicked with intent, “I win.”

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO It’s the kind of thing he usually turns down; cliché, fruitless, and unnecessarily time-consuming; but it’s you, so he makes the exception. You’re too eager, positioning yourself to sit on your hands, your legs folded under your knees, peering up at him from where he’s sat slack against the couch, and he thinks you look awful cute on your knees for him.

“Okay, ready?” you smile, “Three, two—” but Megumi already knows his plan, already has his lips on yours before you can say “one,” drinking in your surprised yelp and greedily licking against your tongue when you part your lips to kiss him back. He turns his body towards you slightly, taking advantage of his height and position to bully you into chasing him upwards, to push his tongue into your mouth with ease.

He indulges in the back and forth for a while, sighs into your kisses, groans when you nip at him. It’s when you pull away, that Megumi decides he’s played along long enough; when he can see your chest swell with heaving breaths, see your hands in your lap, neck craned and spit-slick lips that drive him to reach for you. He’s less than gentle, hands finding purchase on your hips, and forcefully pulling you into his lap, ignoring your yelping, choosing to turn them into moans when he sinks his teeth into your neck. Megumi licks, and bites, and bites, and bites, until he’s certain he’s left a mark, until he feels your hands tugging at his hair and giving him permission to splay his palms against your back and buck you forward.

“I lose,” he hums, soothing over raw bitten skin with open-mouthed kisses, “So, how do you wanna punish me?”

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gojoux · 8 months

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

He would immediately notice your broken swimsuit bra strap. He'd raise an eyebrow and smirk, thinking you've done it on purpose. He leans in with a teasing smile, “Oh~ it seems your bra is broken.” He says casually as he shamelessly eyeing your chest from behind his glasses. “Don't worry, your amazing boyfriend got your back.” He'd caress the area on your back where the strap is located, then down to your waist, and he'd just enjoy the view of your back as he bite his lower lip and fix the problem later.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

He looks at you a bit surprised but quickly moves in front of you to cover your front view from everyone's eyesight. “That is unfortunate.” He'd chuckle at the situation and hold your upper arm, rubbing your skin with his thumb to comfort you, and you'd notice that he's eyeing you from up and down. Geto would take off his shirt and put it on to you, “Here, use my shirt while we buy a new one.” He'll rub your back where the strap used to be from under the shirt.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Sukuna looks at you stunned for a second. He's enjoying the sight of your body, and the broken bra strap is just another point for his own desires. You'd also notice something different with him. He's looking at your bra strap break with lust and satisfication. He would smirk at you, “That was my doing. I like how a piece of fabric makes you so flustered.” He'd lean in, nibble your neck and caress the skin of your chest before whispering, “It just turned me on.” No wonder he was staring at you up and down.

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

He's attentive and he'd stand up from his seat before grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, “Let me help you with your bra right now so you can fix your little ‘careless issue’.” He'd place one hand behind your back and one hand on your waist to hold you close. “Don't worry, we can go shopping for you later so that we can pick out a better swimsuit bra for you.” Despite his usual collected self, he has to admit that you look cute in a broken bikini bra like this.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

Choso would look at you in surprise first before he notices how he's currently looking at your chest, then his eyes would look all over the place as if there's something that catches his attention. He would quickly look away and clear his throat as he scrambled to take off his jacket and place it on your shoulder, holding it in place. “You can't use that anymore... Do you want me to untie it for you and buy a new one?” He knows that a broken bra would be inappropriate to show off, but he secretly likes what he's seeing anyway.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

As he notices your broken swim bra strap, he'll take a few moments to appreciate and observe your figure. This man would smirk at you with an amused expression while he thinks of different scenarios in his head. He'd chuckle and say, “You know, you shouldn't try to break your bra to grab someone's attention. You already have mine anyway.” He'd then smile slyly, “Do you want me to buy you a new swim bra or will you keep the swim top off?” He'd enjoy looking at you trying to hold onto your top, “I like the latter better though.”

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

Megumi notices immediately and is left shocked for a moment, his cheeks are flushed. His heart starts beating a lot faster as he looks at the broken strap. Then, he looks at you and notices how embarrassed you are about it. “Oh, is your bra broken? Here, I'll untie it for you so you can change quickly.” Megumi would hold your shoulder and help take off the broken strap, and he does it slowly since he's distracted by the sigh of your bare back with a gulp and acts like nothing happened once he's done.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“What's wrong?” He turned his head when he heard a snap coming from you. There's a faint blush on his cheeks and his eyes wander down, then he realizes that you can see him looking and the corner of his lips curl into a smile. “Uh, what do you think? Do you just want to continue swimming or go buy a new one right now?” Itadori has never experienced someone with a broken bra before, and he wants to see more. He doesn't seem to mind you swimming shirtless with him, but he knows that he got to buy a new one fast and sprints out of the water towards the nearby shop.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

Yuta stops for a moment to look at you. His smile fades and his eyes open widely. “Huh? Your swimsuit bra broke?” He would immediately start blushing from face to neck as he looks at you, and then down at your half-covered chest. “Let's go buy a new swimsuit together," he'd take off his shirt and put it on you, “Or would you rather wait here while I buy it for you?” He'd smile assuringly at you. But he'd come back from the store without the new swimsuit because he doesn't know your size. Don't worry, he gets it for you anyway.

Just some random thoughts 😭✌️ 7292th repost 💀

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sailortongue · 3 months

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someone help me name this fic

pairing: choso kamo x reader

summary: a simple movie night with your best friend turns into something more when his older brother joins your weekly ritual

wc: 3.3k

warnings: smut, nsfw, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, yuji is asleep in the same room briefly

an: why is smut so hard to write. feel like i put in so much effort just for it to not even be good

an 2: also the "title" is not a joke. this fic has been sitting in the docs for a few days and i'm still stumped. so if anyone has suggestions the floor is all yours

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Movie night was definitely your favorite night of the week. It always involved plenty of snacks, jokes, laughter, and was just generally a great time with your best friend. There was never a boring moment as long as Yuji was around. So no matter what, you could always expect to have fun.

What you didn't expect, though, was Yuji’s older brother, Choso, joining your weekly ritual. You liked him well enough, for what little you knew about him. For as long as you've been friends with Yuji you don't think Choso has ever said more than three words to you at one time. Not that that stopped you from harboring a small crush on the older male. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Crushing on your best friend’s brother. How cliche could you get?

But fuck Choso was pretty. Like, unfairly pretty. Especially now, when he was fresh out of the shower, his hair down from its usual space buns. You also noticed that he had removed the copious amount of earrings he usually had in his ears, giving him a softer look than you were accustomed too. You watched him run his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. You bet his hands would feel so good on your-

“Y/N!”

You snapped back to reality to see Yuji looking at you expectantly. “What?” you asked dumbly, heat spreading across your cheeks, embarrassed that you had accidentally ignored your friend in favor of thirsting over his brother. Get a grip you thought to yourself.

But Yuji only chuckled. “Rough week?” he asked.

You groaned as you dramatically flopped backward to lay on the couch, which was answer enough for Yuji. Always the optimist, he said, “Maybe next week will be better. You got this.”

“No, I don’t. This degree is eating me alive. I have not one, not two, but three exams next week!” you exclaimed, holding up three fingers for emphasis.

“You’ll be fine. You did well on your last exams and you’ll do well on these too. So like I was saying, I wanted to know if you had a particular movie in mind.”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, not really. How about we let Choso pick since it’s his first time watching with us?”

Both you and Yuji looked over at Choso, whose eyes widened at finding himself the center of attention. He hummed, trying to think if there was anything that piqued his interest before settling on a movie he’d been meaning to watch but never got around to.

“Perfect! Hey, Yn, can you pop some popcorn while I set it up?” asked Yuji.

You hummed your agreement and stood from your place on the couch, padding your way over to the kitchen. You dug in the pantry for the popcorn, finally finding the box shoved way in the back. You grabbed two of the pouches and placed one in the microwave. While that was popping, you decided to go ahead and get a large bowl for the snack.

Naturally, it was on the top shelf, which left you on your tiptoes and stretching your arm as high as you could all in vain. As if summoned by your plight, Choso walked into the kitchen to see your struggle.

“Hey, Choso, could you-”

Before you could even finish asking, he placed himself right behind you, his body flush to yours as he placed a hand on your hip for stability and reached up with the other arm to grab the bowl. He handed it to you with a simple “here” before walking back into the living room.

You couldn't believe that just happened. Your heart was going a mile a minute and you briefly considered splashing cold water on your face to cool it down. Luckily for you, Choso remained in the living room with Yuji, allowing you to have a small meltdown in peace.

When you returned to the living room with popcorn in hand, you found that Yuji had made himself comfortable in the recliner, which left you with no choice but to share the couch with Choso. There was ample room on the couch for the two of you, but just being in the same room after his stunt in the kitchen felt too close, much less on the same couch.

You did your best to avoid looking at Choso, knowing your face would erupt with heat the moment you made eye contact. You placed the popcorn on the coffee table and took your seat on the opposite end of the sofa as Choso.

“Everybody ready?” asked Yuji excitedly, eager to watch a movie with two of his favorite people. When both you and his brother gave the affirmative, he started the movie. But for all of his excitement to watch it, you guess the exhaustion that comes with the end of a school week caught up to him, and he was asleep before he even made it halfway into the movie.

This left you to watch the rest of the movie alone with his brother, the man who had flustered you so terribly a mere hour ago and the one you thought about late at night. You silently cursed Yuji’s name for leaving you in this situation, even more so when the characters on screen ended up in a bedroom. You could feel Choso’s gaze on you, and when you glanced over at him, you were right, he was looking right at you.

You furrowed your brows into a questioning gaze, silently asking him what. He shook his head and returned his attention to the screen. You followed suit, but the graphic imagery was getting to you. You shifted in your seat, feeling the stirrings of arousal that first began with Choso pressing himself against your backside. You couldn't but imagine that the couple on screen was you and Choso: how it would feel to kiss him, be held by him, be fucked by him.

Why is this scene so long? You thought to yourself, rubbing your thighs together as discreetly as you could. But not as discreetly as you should have, apparently.

“Are you cold?” asked Choso. Now, Choso knew damn well you weren’t cold, but he wanted to see how far he could push you, how desperate he could make you.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you insisted.

He frowned at your response and scooted over next to you anyway, extending his blanket to cover you. You weren't so naive to think that this is a normal and friendly interaction. Especially not when Choso’s large hand slid over your thigh and rested just below the hem of your shorts. You stiffened in your seat, and a warmth began to spread through your lower belly. “Choso,” you started, but the words caught in your throat as soon as he glanced down at you.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His hand continued from behind your ear and migrated to cup your face, pulling you closer to him. You glanced at his lips, heart practically pounding out of your chest. Before your lips could connect, he paused. “Is this okay with you?” he whispered breathily. He’d never forgive himself if he was making you uncomfortable with his advances.

Rather than answer, you mirrored his actions, cupping his face and pulling him closer, finally pressing your lips against his soft ones. He inhaled roughly, but melted against you as he returned the kiss. He licked the seam of your lips, urging you to let him in.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for Choso. His hands moved to grip your hips and pull you into his lap. Now straddling him, you could feel how hard he was beneath you. You gasped into his mouth, and as soon as you did you regretted it. Choso pulled away from you, his dark eyes boring into yours. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. You wouldn't want Yuji to wake up and see us, would you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide and pleading for him to keep going. He mockingly pouted at you, but it morphed into a patronizing grin, a wicked idea forming in his mind. He leaned in and licked a stripe from the base of your neck all the way to just below your ear. You shivered in his grasp, and he chuckled, the deep sound reverberating through his chest. He blew on the wet stripe, pleased at the way your body reacted so deliciously to the stimulation, your hands balling the fabric of his shirt into fists. But you stayed quiet. He hummed. “Good girl. Let’s go somewhere you can be a little louder. What d’ya say? I want to hear all those pretty sounds.”

You nodded fervently, not trusting your voice at the moment for fear that you’d disturb Yuji. Choso tutted at you, and nipped at your earlobe. The sudden sharp pain caused you to wince, but it was quickly forgotten as Choso placed feather-light kisses along your jawline before returning where he started, his soft voice tickling the shell of your ear. “Come on, baby, use your words. I need to hear you say it. Need to hear you say you want me to fuck you.”

You were about to assert that yes, you wanted this, wanted him, but you hesitated, wondering what Yuji would think if he ever found out.

He could see the indecision in your eyes, that you were unsure if you truly wanted to continue this or not. He pulled away from you, terrified that he had overstepped and you were just too scared to stop him. “If you don’t want this-”

“No!” you cut him off. “I do. I really want this. I’m just worried about what Yuji will think when or if he finds out and mmH-” Choso smashed his lips against yours, effectively silencing every racing thought as all you could focus on was the way his tongue intertwined with yours and how good his hands felt as they smoothed up and down your waist.

He reluctantly pulled away before he completely lost himself to bliss. “God, you're just too perfect.” His eyes scanned up and down your heaving body, which was tense with anticipation. All it took was the soft “please” falling from your kiss-swollen lips to have Choso groaning, all of his restraint crumbling within him. Your hips gyrating over his was just the nail in his coffin. He slid his hands from where they rested on your hips down your thighs, smoothly lifting you up with him as he stood from the couch. From over his shoulder you could see your best friend still sleeping peacefully in the recliner, none the wiser that the relationship between his best friend and older brother was about to be forever changed.

A pang of guilt went through you, but was smothered by the overwhelming lust and attraction you had been harboring for Choso since the first moment you saw him. What Yuji didn’t know wouldn't kill him, right?

You lost sight of Yuji as Choso entered his room, using his foot to softly close the door behind him. He approached the bed and placed you atop it gently, reverently even. Seeing his face hovering above yours, having him between your legs, it felt unreal. You never even entertained the thought that your fantasies would become a reality, but now they were and it was so much better than you could have ever dreamed.

In the privacy of his room and without worrying that his brother would wake any second, Choso became bolder. He was seemingly unable to decide where to place his hands now that he finally had you under him. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and guided his hands to your chest, prompting him to cup your breasts. He got the message loud and clear, giving them each a soft squeeze. He trailed his hands down to the hem of your shirt and slid his hands under the material, pulling it above your head and tossing it to the floor of his bedroom. He returned his hands to your covered breasts, kneading them through your bra before he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it down.

He let out a shaky breath, entranced by the vision you made beneath him, the very picture of beauty and femininity. You watched him as he drank in the sight, resisting the urge to pull him where you wanted him. Unable to resist any longer himself, Choso lowered his face to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and tweaking the other between two fingers. You gasped as he suckled at the tender flesh, and your hand flew to the back of head, winding your fingers in his dark hair. He released your nipple with a pop, and tilted his head up to see you already looking at him. “Don’t stop,” you whined, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your body.

“Don’t worry, I'm not stopping til we both feel good.” As he said that, he switched sides and continued his ministrations, dragging his free hand down to the hem of your shorts. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” You lifted your hips to aid in his efforts, and they soon joined your shirt on the floor.

Choso placed his hands on the outside of your thighs, using the thumb of one hand to toy with your clit through your panties. You moaned at his touch, his name slipping from your lips. The sweet sound of your voice was music to Choso’s ears, and he was determined to hear as much of it as possible. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing every gasp and moan, his lithe fingers bringing you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible. All too soon, he removed his hand, but you quickly realized he was true to his word and far from done as he slid his hand beneath your panties.

He chuckled against your lips, “You're so wet and I've barely done anything.”

You turned your face to the side, using one hand to cover the blush spreading across your features. As endearing as your bashfulness was, Choso wanted you to be as comfortable with him as possible. He took your wrist in his hand and pulled it from your face, instead placing it atop the painfully throbbing bulge in his pants. “You don’t need to be shy with me. I want you just as bad, if not more. Wanted you since the moment Yuji first brought you home.”

“Really?” you asked, wondering if both of you had been ignoring your feelings for each other all this time.

He nodded. “Really. Still remember the first time I saw you. You were wearing that cute little skirt with the laces in the back, and all I could think about was what it would be like to fuck you in it. You’ll have to wear it for me next time, hm?”

Next time.

“Only if you put in your piercings.”

He laughed at that. “Whatever you want, princess.”

You were both there gazing at each other like fools, the distance slowly but surely closing between you. The kiss was searing, and you were abruptly reminded of the need you felt as Choso made quick work of your bra and panties, leaving you bare beneath him, despite the fact that he was fully clothed. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks that Yuji would surely see tomorrow morning, and dragged two of his fingers through your folds, gathering slick with his fingers before pushing in. You moaned at the intrusion, your walls clamping down tightly on his fingers. You could feel Choso grin against your throat as he curled his fingers into you, pulling them in and out slowly. Your gasps and moans increased in both tempo and volume until he removed his fingers altogether.

Your protests died in your throat as you saw Choso prop himself on his knees as he removed his shirt, revealing the toned body you had no idea he was hiding beneath his usually baggy tees. He removed his sweats and boxers next, his stiff cock slapping against his stomach. He resumed his position between your legs and stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

He pushed in slowly and you would have screamed from the pleasure of him stretching you out if it wasn't for the hand that swiftly covered your mouth. “I know, baby, I know, but you can’t be too loud.”

He continued to push into you, and every time you thought you had taken all of him there was more. Just when you were sure you couldn't possibly take any more, you felt his balls press firmly against your ass. You were so full, more than you ever had been in your life.

Choso sighed as he filled you completely, the velvety softness of your walls sucking him in greedily. “Oh God you feel too good,” he whispered, the words strangled as he struggled to keep himself still, giving you time to adjust to his size. He watched the way your chest heaved up and down with every labored breath, the way your eyes were glazing over in ecstasy, and the way your sweet cunt fluttered around his cock.

He couldn't take it anymore when you thrust your own hips upwards, the involuntary movement all it took to snap Choso’s composure. He pulled out almost completely, before sinking back in a single thrust. The way your cunt swallowed him so eagerly had him on cloud nine. How had he gone for so long without knowing the bliss that was being inside you.

His cock continued to drill in and out of you, his grunts of pleasure mixing with your moans. The delicious sounds you made spurred him on, and he quickened his movements. He no longer cared if Yuji heard. Let him. Let him know how good Choso made you feel. You were his best friend, but as of now you were also Choso’s girl.

You felt yourself going stupid with the pleasure of having him inside you, his name the only word you were capable of saying. He knew you were close, and he wanted more than anything to feel you clench around him as he brought you to the height of pleasure. He brought his hand down to rub circles against your clit, doing his damndest to make this the best you’ve ever had. “C’mon, baby, cum for me. You can do it. Cum around my cock, show me how good I make you feel.”

Those words were all it took to have you falling over the edge, pussy clenching tightly around Choso, whose own orgasm was triggered by yours. He moaned loudly, feeling too good to worry about volume. He continued to thrust into you as you each rode out your highs, his cum leaking out around him with every push into your used hole.

As soon as the waves of pleasure died out, pulled out and collapsed on top of you. Your pants mixed together as he lay with his head on your chest. You brought your hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he hummed at your soft touch.

You continued to do so until he propped himself up on his elbows, his face mere inches from yours. “Would you go on a date with me?” he asked nervously.

A broad smile spread across your face, ecstatic that he wanted more from you than just sex. “I’d love to.”

A smile of his own mirrored yours as he surged forward to capture your lips with his own, the happiness exuding from him almost palpable. When he broke the kiss, he rolled off of you and onto his side, pulling you into his chest as he did so. With Choso’s arms wrapped securely around you, you both drifted off in the comfort of each other’s presence, unaware that it was the exact position a younger brother incapable of knocking would find you in in the morning.

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animehideout · 4 months

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like what would jjk men would do when you’re in your period (like how he would help you and what would he do to cheer you up)

JJK Men When You're On Your Period

a/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope this comforts you <33 . Remember to stay warm and hydrated, also I realized that dates ( the fruit ) really helps with period pain 💗

Warnings: Fluff 🌸 but Smut only in Sukuna's part.

Characters: Satoru – Yuuji – Megumi – Choso – Toji – Nanami – Sukuna. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Gojo Satoru: Runs you a warm bath.

He would sense that something is wrong the moment he stepped into your shared apartment after his mission.

You're not all goofy and cute while greeting him.

You didn't kiss him or jump on him like you usually do, but rather you're glaring at him.

He would be so confused trying to remember if he did something wrong to upset you but nah he's the best partner.

“Babygirl are you okay? did I do something wrong?”

“My tummy hurts” you would whine your glaring expression quickly turned into a pout.

Without saying anything he would rush to the bathroom, gather your favorite bath bombs and oils knowing that they might ease your discomfort.

Would approach you gently and carries you bridal style

“Come on babes, I think a warm bath will help, hm!”

He would adjust the water temperature for you, not too cold not too hot.

Would undress you, and help you to slowly get into the bathtub.

A playlist of your favorite songs is a must to take your mind off of your pain while you hum along with the tunes.

Gojo would light up some candles for a soothing ambiance.

He'd bring a bowl of fruits, and feed you while you're relaxing in the water.

Gives your shoulders light squeezes while rubbing them with scented body oil.

After that bath, he had already prepared a towel to wrap you with.

Covered in your towel he would carry you to your shared bedroom like a princess, where he dries your body and helps you dress up into more comfy pajamas.

He's always touchy so he can't take his hands off of you but if you don't want to be touched then he would respect your space.

“You're not alone in this, I'm right here baby. If there's anything specific you need, just let me know, kay? Your loving man will take care of you”

Yuuji Itadori: Builds you a pillow fort.

The sight of you curled up on your bed while holding your lower abdomen, broke his heart into pieces.

He can't bear seeing you in pain, he wants to protect you from every thing so that's why he'd do literally everything that may cheer you up.

He would bring you a box that he was hiding, full of your favorite snacks and necessary meds.

“I got you a little something, I've prepared this 2 weeks ago, in case your period starts”

“You prepared this for me?.. you're the best boyfriend ever”.

“Wait here for me I'll be right back! don't leave the bed..if you want you can start munching on your snacks”.

Yuuji would rush to the living room, arranging a cozy pillow fort with soft warm blankets and cushions.

He would hold you and carry you in his arms to the living room, while you hold your snack box.

“Surprise sweet cupcake! what about we spend the rest of the day in our little pillow fort?”

He would gently place you and pull up the blanket to cover both of you.

His presence created a warm and inviting space within the fort.

“Here let me fluff up these pillows for you”.

He would let you pick up your comfort show and watch it while snuggling together.

Would stare at you in a loving way while you eat your chocolate and chips.

Checks up on you every now and then to make sure you're feeling less pain.

Kisses your hands a lot and runs his thumb on your knuckles.

“How are you feeling my little pookie? Need anything else?”.

Megumi Fushiguro: Cuddles you to sleep.

You'd find a difficulty finding a comfortable position to sleep, nothing helps with your period pain like being in Megumi's embrace.

He's an understanding man, he would give you some private time to sleep alone in your bedroom while he sleeps on the couch.

But the moment you call for him because you need comfort he would literally run to you.

Approaches you with a comforting smile, sensing that now you need to be buried in his chest.

“Let me cuddle you and drift back to sleep together, you want that, love?”.

He'd bring extra pillows to ensure you're surrounded by softness even though his body is enough for you.

He'd lay next to you, while holding you gently, an arm under your head as a pillow and the other wrapped around you pulling you closer to him.

“Close your eyes love, I'm right here”.

He'd tenderly give you a backrub, easing the tension in your muscles.

He'd let you toss and turn and shift positions to make sure you have the most restful sleep.

His arms will always find a way to cuddle you close.

He'd play with your hair, while whispering sweet comforting words.

Forehead and top of the head kisses are obligatory.

“We'll take it easy tonight, no stress no worries, just relaxation and warmth–oh you're asleep? sweet dreams my love I love you”

Choso Kamo: Makes you food and tea.

Wouldn't allow you leave your bed he'll bring everything you need or crave right into your hands.

The moment you told him that your period started he'd go straight to the kitchen and prepares your comfort food.

He wouldn't let you take any period pills on an empty stomach.

He'd pick some fresh vegetables and some protein to make a nourishing soup, something that wouldn't give you a stomachache.

He would cook with care and love, making sure it tastes good.

“I'm making your favorite soup and brewing some tea for you my princess, it will be ready soon..stay cuddled on the bed”.

Once it's ready he'll bring it to you with careful balance making sure everything is in place.

The scent of the chamoline drink wafts through air creating a cozy atmosphere in your room.

He's so attentive, he'll adjust the pillows behind your back for a comfier sitting position.

He'll place the cup on your nightstand while he holds the bowl of soup in his hand, ready to feed you.

The soup is too hot? he'll blow on it. Needs more salt? he'll ran to the kitch to add some salt. You need a piece of bread? he'll instantly bring it to you.

“Eat slowly and enjoy the flavours my princess”.

After eating he'll make sure you take your pills and then drink your tea to help you warm up and digest.

Tucks you back to sleep, while he watches over you.

“I hope this brings you a bit of comfort my princess, I'm here to make you feel better, I just wish I can take your pain away”

Toji Fushiguro: Give you a massage.

I mean look at his big hands, they do magic.

He can't just watch while you're in pain.

He'd set the mood with dim lighting, and calming background instrumentals, creating a tranquil environnement.

He'd prepare your bed, spreading a big towel over it.

“Come here babe, lay and on the bed and get comfy. I'll give you a nice massage”

He'd take off your shirt so he can use the massage oils on your body.

He'd crawl on top of you while you lay on your stomach.

His large hands would begin with gentle touches, softly rubbing the warm oil on your back.

“Let me know if the pressure is too much or too little”

His hands would reach the areas where you may feel the discomfort, like your lower back.

His palms going up and down your back, caressing the soft skin and pressing on some specific spots to ease the tighteness.

Would squeeze your shoulders and the back of your neck softly.

His hands moving and working perfectly, applying magic to take your pain away.

Would regularly check if you're enjoying the massage he's giving you

“Does that feel good baby?”

Would keep the conversation going to take your mind off of your period, his voice soothing you.

He would turn you around to lay on your back, so he can massage your stomach and lower abdomen.

His hands circling around your waist, going down smoothly, the tension melting away with each stroke.

He would kiss your tummy repeatedly to make you giggle from the ticklish feeling.

“There you go doll, take your time to get up while I'll bring you some comfy clothes”.

Nanami Kento : Buys you everything you need.

He already knows you started your period, since he keeps track of your menstrual cycle.

He would get off work early to be next to you at home.

He would stop by the pharmacy to buy your favorite brand of pads and tampons and some pain killers.

He would also stop by your favorite restaurant and buys you food.

Buys you a bouquet of flowers to cheer you up.

He would arrive home, holding a lot of bags full of everything you need.

“Here you go honey, I've got you a few things that might help. Period pain sucks”

“H-how did you know my period started?”

“These flowers are for you, you deserve something beautiful like you”

He's fully aware of your mood swings, and how emotional you can get so he always makes sure to make you feel loved and cared for you.

Would help you put on some fluffy socks, so your feet won't get cold.

Would sit next to you on the couch and turn on the TV.

You'd place your head on his broad shoulder while you munch on your food.

His fingers massage your scalp and play with your hair strands.

Would encourage you a lot, drowning you in sweet and comforting words.

“I know this is tough but you're so strong love, this pain will fade away... Just say the word, and I'll bring the world to you, you're my ultimate priority”

Ryomen Sukuna: Makes you orgasm.

Instead of pain in your stomach he would make you feel butterflies.

Orgasming helps with period pain, and who's more qualified than Sukuna to help you release?

He would be surprised on how bratty you were acting towards him, literally yelling at him for the slightest things.

He breathed too loud? you'd tell him to shut up.

He chewed food too loud? you'd glare at him.

He's got enough of you screaming at his face, he's surprisingly patient with you.

“Alright, listen here little brat ..this website states that orgasming can ease the pain and regulate the hormones.. get on the bed let's me stop this mood swing of yours”

He'd be okay with making love to you while you're bleeding.

What matters is making you feel okay and brings back the soft and sweeter side of you not the grumpy one that he's already dealing with.

He'd know exactly how to make you feel good and relaxed at the same time.

Drowns you with flirty and praising words.

“You're so good baby, you know that? come on let me help you release and relief your pain”

“I must admit it, you're strong.. Periods must be a pain in the ass but you're dealing with it perfectly”.

He'd make you feel much better, both pleasured and relieved from he pain.

He'd help you clean up and then give you the aftercare you deserve.

“Finally, I've got my sweet baby back, you've been acting like a brat for the whole morning. See how patient I am with you instead of slicing you in half”

He'd flirt with you, and use cheesy pick up lines to make you laugh.

Would snuggles next to you till both of you fall asleep with you on top of him.

Sukuna tends to be more romantic when you're on you're period.

Despite his harsh and intimidating nature, he's a softball when he's around you.

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saerotonins · 5 months

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virgin!choso who hasn't touched and felt a touch of a woman, being asked to make you feel good by rubbing your clit.

virgin!choso is quite confused but still ecstatic that he can help you feel so good.

virgin!choso who is enthusiastic that you're willing to help him out because he genuinely doesn't know what to do.

virgin!choso whose nervousness went through the roof when you took your panties off and oh god his jaw dropped, he can't believe he's going to see and touch some real pussy (aside from what he sees through porn).

virgin!choso whose hands are shaking when you guide it to your clit, making you immediately gasp because his hands are so warm.

virgin!choso who's been focusing on keeping the right pace and pressure on your clit through his thumb because he's so nervous and he just wants his girl to feel good!

virgin!choso whose dick got so hard just from hearing you moan out of pressure and grind your pussy towards his palms because fuck making him learn, you just want him to take you.

virgin!choso who is shocked when you press your lips against his, making him remove his hand from your pussy.

"b-babe, i wasn't done yet!" he had stuttered.

"fuck that, i need you inside of me now, baby, we can finish it next time," you said as you straddled him and immediately took off the clothing on his body. and there you see his hard-on, standing proud, just for you.

"i would make you feel good with my mouth but i'm really horny right now so i just need you to fuck me, that okay?" with such a sweet voice like that, how could he deny you?

with lack of words, he just nods his head, star-struck because he is so so lucky to have you.

virgin!choso who almost cums on the spot the moment you put his fat tip into your pussy but surprisingly managed not to do so, albeit it took all of his will to stop it.

virgin!choso whose hands immediately goes up to your hips because he just wants to touch you. his head thrown back against the headboard due to the intense pleasure you're giving him.

virgin!choso who can't bring himself to feel ashamed because you were supposed to be teaching him how to make you feel good, not the other way around. but he couldn't care less, not when his pretty girlfriend is riding him so damn good while looking like a goddess.

he also tries not to close his eyes just so he can see your tits bounce against his face.

dear god, what did i ever do to deserve such blessings?

virgin!choso who ended up getting fucked so good, shaky breaths leaving his lips as you let him cum inside of you the same time that you did.

virgin!choso getting an apologetic post-nut clarity, "i'm sorry i let you do all the work, i promise to make it up to you."

you shake your head as your caress his broad chest, his soft dick still inside of you, "mhm, don't worry about it, i can just also teach you how to eat me out good and then we can be even."

god fuck, choso had never felt so lucky to have his girlfriend to tutor him good like this.

note: i think i got carried away, my bad.

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blkkizzat · 6 months

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ღ 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (part 1)

18+ONLY MDNI

kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV/SA mentions (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, LOTS of teasing/foreplay, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 9.9 of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: I had no idea so many people would be this hyped for Part 2. No really, I'm shocked! But It gets real here peoples! Lots of smut and dark shit below so please read the content warnings! I don't want no crying in the mentions and DMs cause y'all should know how out of pocket I am by now and I took it there lmfao.

If you riding with me still Thank You for putting up with my OCD bullshit and for all the support, comments and reblogs on Part 1! y'all real asf & ilysm

Enjoy!

Previously:

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.”

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag.

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off.

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

☠

Sigh.

For the first time ever in your life you are miserable at a party.

To say you had been excited leading up to today would have been an understatement. The initiation party after rush was one of the biggest events in the greek system and you had led the charge this year in planning the party.

Nevertheless, any cheerful enthusiasm you held had been trampled on by the disaster that had taken place earlier in the day with Choso.

If getting out of going wouldn’t be more trouble than it was worth you would have faked being sick. It’s not like you hadn’t already stressed yourself into a headache.

Yet here you were suffering through, completely sober. Not even being able to bring yourself to drink away your problems.

How could you even pretend to enjoy yourself when your forced smile cracked as soon as the mental image of Choso’s icy expression looped through your mind?

Your chest got a little tighter each time you remembered and it frazzled your nerves.

Just about everyone and everything annoyed you right now.

Even the party: Hunter vs Hunted, one of your favorites, was soured.

Typically the theme entailed girls dressed up as various exotic animals or woodland creatures and the boys dressed as safari game hunters or woodsmen. But this time around, no thanks to singular frat boy hivemind, they all got the bright idea to collectively cosplay as Ghostface.

Taking a new meaning on Hunter.

They couldn’t carry knives on campus of course so they all carried around metal bats which they probably stole from the baseball team.

Sure, let’s all dress up as the masked serial killer while he is still on the loose.

You rolled your eyes.

The pilfered bats were a hazard waiting to happen too. You could only be thankful that the party was at Dean’s frat and not your own sorority so him and the rest of those idiots could fuck their own shit up once they inevitably got way too hammered and started swinging them around.

You mostly just wished they hadn’t changed the plan without telling you.

Then at least you could have dressed up in line with the horror theme and wouldn’t have had to wear this sexy Bambi costume which although skimpy, the fur parts made it way too hot to be wearing in a crowded party indoors.

On edge and not being able to leave, you did the next best thing and sequestered yourself in the kitchen pantry.

It was spacious and a lot cooler than the rest of the house.

You made yourself look busy in there by restocking snacks and making sure there was an ample supply of red cups ready to go around for the keg.

When someone did notice you tucked away, you gave the best fake smile you could muster and made-up an excuse not to join in on whatever drinking game they were playing promising you would ‘catch up in a minute.’

Fortunately for you, most of your friends and sorority sisters were a bit too faded by this point to notice you missing and never joining in.

Maybe a bit longer and you could slip out unnoticed?

That was your plan at least until you felt Dean throw an arm over you from behind.

“There you are babe!”

Urgh.

The overwhelming ick and nausea you felt from him touching you rivaled your worst hangover.

You immediately shrug him off.

“Come on babe don’t be like that. Get a freshman to take over. We're gonna play rage cage.”

You threw Dean a wary look.

You try to tell him you aren’t in the mood but of course your selfish dickhead of a boyfriend ignores you.

Dean then proceeds to pull your arm and lead you out of the pantry through the kitchen.

On a different day you probably would have just given in, easier to go along with the flow than cause an issue. Today however was different and the last thing in the world you wanted to do was play fucking rage cage with a bunch of horny frat boys who were just trying to get girls drunk enough to fuck.

“Goddamnit, Dean I said no!”

Your tolerance had boiled past its limits.

You forcibly snatch your hand back, knocking some empty bottles over on the counter in the process which come crashing down to the floor shattering into pieces.

Your words and movements dripped with so much aggression you surprised yourself, Dean and the people around you who had turned to see what the commotion was.

”No? No? You’re really telling me no Y/N? After you’ve been acting like a fuckin’ bitch all day since I crashed your make out session with that freak.”

Immediately self-conscious, your eyes darted around the crowd of people that had now turned their full attention toward you.

You hated confrontation and never wanted to be that couple fighting at a party.

Ducking down quickly, you begin to pick up the shattered pieces of bottled glass on the floor.

The pounding of your headache against your temples grew feverishly and the harsh fluorescent kitchen lights started to make you feel faint, you hoped Dean would just let this go if you backed down.

“Look, we’ll talk about that later, ok? Just please don’t be an asshole Dean, I really don’t feel good right now.”

You pleaded with him, quietly trying to quell the situation.

But true to his infamous asshole nature, Dean wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He wanted to humiliate you as he felt you humiliated him in front of his friends earlier with that nobody loser.

”Now, I’m the asshole?” Dean questioned to his frat brothers smugly.

“Hey, maybe I am for having a girlfriend like Y/N, who would slut herself out for a grade in front of the entire quad!”

Dean had all but yelled that last part out. Your drunken clown of a boyfriend didn’t care if he caused a scene at your expense.

Now you had the full attention of everyone in the kitchen.

You took a shaky breath as you stood up and felt the crunch of broken glass beneath your heels.

An unfamiliar sensation of rage rises within you.

It really wasn’t in your nature to be angry even when you were upset, you mostly just cried but now you were pissed to say the least.

He has some fucking nerve.

Especially when you knew no one starting on the football team studied at all and were all automatically passed through whatever easy bullshit major they signed up for.

“Dean–”

You start yet pause for a moment, trying to keep your cool.

“–you know how hard I study.”

Twisting the proverbial knife in your back to wind you up further Dean continued.

“Yeah, Y/N That's what’s so pathetic about it. You get Bs. That pussy ain’t even good enough for an A. I would know.”

Collective gasps, snickers and whispers arose from around the kitchen. Word had spread of your fighting as more people gathered in the doorway.

Typically this is where you would have run off crying. However, you were exhausted mentally and emotionally. You had already cried for a good hour today while getting ready.

The only emotions you had readily available to tap into was the hidden well of resentment and ire you held for Dean.

“And how would you even know what good pussy is Dean? You can’t last longer than two pumps, is it not all the same for you?”

You snapped back.

Your fists had formed into a tight ball.

You are so enraged you can’t even feel the prick from the broken glass bottle still in your hand puncturing your skin.

How long has it been since you stood up for yourself?

You can’t remember the last time you even fought with anyone like this but it felt good seeing the smug look on his face fall as his friends around him jeered and laughed.

“I know how to settle this Y/N.”

Dean mused as he yanked one of your sorority sisters nearby toward you.

“How ‘bout we ask Aaliyah then, eh? She got more than 2 pumps last weekend after you left the party to go chase after Ghostface–”

Your head snaps to your AKA sister in question, Aaliyah, who looked like she saw a cursed spirit as all the color drained from her face. Her eyes shamefully hit the floor before they met your gaze.

She couldn’t even look at you which only further solidified Dean’s accusations.

So Dean himself confirmed he’d been cheating on you? Cool.

With your own Sorority sister, who you considered one of your besties since you both rushed together?

Even better.

Blood slowly trickled out of your hand to drip on the floor from how rigidly you held onto the glass but the small red puddle went unnoticed as your whole vision was already saturated with the color red when you looked at Dean who hadn’t even finished his disrespectful tirade.

“–Although on second thought, it was probably an excuse for you to go suck off that loser freak TA of yours right?”

More heckles erupted from the crowd around you and you don’t think you have ever hated someone so much in your life as you hated Dean right at this moment.

Sure you were upset with Aaliyah but your fury was purely focused on Dean.

He had some nerve to start so much shit earlier over an almost-kiss when he was fucking your good friend behind your back.

“And how fucking out of her mind was she then, huh Dean? Would she even remember? You pathetic piece of shit...”

You get directly in his face.

“...that limp dick of yours fumbles orgasms like you fumble passes. That’s why we lost the big game last week. And guess what? That's also why we’re now OVER!”

Dean’s bulky build towers over you but he might as well have been 3 feet tall to you as the razor edge of your words eviscerate him.

“So who’s the fucking loser now Dean?”

Everyone in the room was stunned into silence by the venom dripping from someone they had never even heard raise their voice before.

You don't notice anyone else's reactions though as suddenly you became hyperaware of the large fractured piece of bottled glass cutting into you.

Your eyes flickered back to Dean as your hand twitches.

For a fleeting moment you felt an inkling urge to drive the glass in your hand directly into Dean’s smug ass face.

Yet whatever dark fury burned in you was instantly snuffed out as you felt a flood of cold bitter beer splash down on you from Dean’s red solo cup.

”Why don’t you cool off for a bit dear,” Dean cooed at you, mocking you and your now ruined Bambi costume as he and the frat boys around you started to roar with laughter.

That was it.

You were done.

Dean had succeeded in humiliating you.

Any contention or further will to fight within you had dissipated the moment you were doused in beer.

The glass in your hand drops onto the ground as a dull ache radiates from your wound that continues to seep blood onto the floor.

“I hope you realize this is the last time an AKA will grace this sorry ass frat for a party. I’ll see to that. Enjoy the rest of your night fellas!”

The icy air of your words contrasted with the perfect pageant smile you gave them and it unsettled those around you especially as they all notice the blood gushing from your hand.

The crowd immediately parts as you leave. No one dares utter a word to you as you exit the party through the side kitchen door.

You can feel your phone go off as you get a flurry of group texts and missed facetimes. Most of your sisters weren’t even in the kitchen to witness the scene.

You respond to the group chat to tell them just to stay and enjoy the party and turn your phone on ‘do not disturb.’

You just wanted to be alone.

You’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

☠

Choso wore a twisted grin hidden under his Ghostface mask.

The hunter vs hunted party meant a perfect time for him to hunt.

Leaning against a building Choso was shrouded in the dark cover of shadows far removed from campus lights.

Old habits, he mused. There was really no need for him to hide at all tonight.

He could actually walk around openly as Ghostface now without causing alarm seeing as how most of those fraternity morons were dressed up like him tonight.

This made things even easier.

Choso scanned the area for his next prey.

Someone, anyone alone would do.

Choso had been itching to spill blood since he had the enticing inclination to slash your boyfriend’s throat earlier.

Currently he wanted nothing more than to see a violent geyser of blood spurt from his next victim. Having it be a shithead frat guy would only sweeten the kill so he had stalked close to frat row for his latest victim.

There.

Seeing movement in the distance, a lone figure, Choso cautiously advances trailing in the shadows towards them until they come into focus under the street lights.

He nearly does a double take when he recognizes it's you.

Shouldn’t Miss-Perfect-Social-Butterfly be having the time of her life right now with her cretins being crowned queen of the frats or something?

Choso thought bitterly.

That is, until he got a good look at you.

You were wet and shivering as you failed to sniff back the tears pouring down your face.

Despite his desire to stay angry with you, his jaw involuntarily clenches as he had never seen you this upset before.

Something had happened.

Choso confused look turns deadly as vision travels down to see you nursing the hand you cradled to your chest. He recognizes blood running down your forearm to stain your already soiled costume.

A territorial urge swelled within him, not knowing you had inflicted your own injury.

You were his prey.

It was unforgivable for someone else to spill what was his to enjoy.

Choso immediately concluded the cause of it was Dean.

Boyfriend or not he would gladly gut that motherfucker at the drop of a dime.

He hadn’t forgotten how roughly he had dragged you off earlier.

And more importantly how you had let that asswipe drag you off. That honestly had fired his temper more than anything.

A storm of conflicting feelings, Choso yearns to see more of your blood splattered on the ground as much as he secretly covets to have you writhing underneath him.

Should he approach you?

No. Not yet.

Although, he would never have a more perfect chance than now to kill you if he was ever actually going to go through with it.

Securing his knife on the inside of his robe, Choso silently propels himself after you.

Never falling too far behind, he vigilantly watches you from a distance as both your protector and predator.

☠

A warm shower was just what you needed but you were pissed you had to wash your hair 3 times to get the smell of Milwaukee's out, which proved insanely hard to do with one functioning hand.

You could have killed Dean.

No actually though, as you remembered the dark seething compulsion you felt.

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you earlier.

Pushing those thoughts to the side though you focused on the gash in your hand, it was pretty gnarly.

You were just thankful the first aid kid in your sorority house had enough gauze and tape until you could get to the campus nurse tomorrow.

You probably needed stitches as any sudden movements had the fragile skin of your palm bleeding again.

Returning to your room in a comfy pink cotton bra and thong you throw your towel over a chair.

You start to reach for your fluffy robe when you see Choso’s black track jacket on your desk. It still had the small coffee stains on it from earlier but you opted to slip into it anyway.

Truthfully, you lied to him.

You hadn’t just been carrying it around waiting to give it back to him.

You had worn it more times this past week than you would willingly admit to anyone.

You even took it on purpose instead of your actual jacket this morning not actually thinking you would run into Choso but when you had seen him, you knew you wanted him to see you in it.

With a sigh of frustration, you dove face first into the pillows of your bed as you curled into his jacket.

It was your only comfort at the moment.

Your mind wanders and you can’t help but think of how better a boyfriend Choso would have been to you.

Dean would never let you wear his jackets, no matter how cold you were. He said you were too air-headed and would ruin or lose it.

Not that he wasn’t right, you definitely were accident prone.

But that's why it had meant so much to you when Choso, not even your boyfriend, had given you his own without a second thought.

You only hoped he didn’t hate you now.

Not that you could blame him if he did.

Even you hated you a bit for even being with a jerk like Dean in the first place no matter how convenient you thought it had been for you.

How could you even face Choso in class next week?

Despite your heart crumpling when you thought of Choso’s cold intimidating gaze being cast upon you again, you admittedly had never seen a look that intense before from anyone.

It was also impossible to forget the ravenous look in his eyes when he was so close to kissing you.

He looked as if he would devour you whole.

God, everything about him was so sexy.

His strong jaw set firm, his eyes dark pools that sucked you in even from memory, his lean muscular body.

You wish you had realized how bad you had been crushing on him sooner. Before everything got so fucked up.

You fidgeted as an ache developed between your legs.

Turning your head to the side you used your bandaged hand to gently push his jacket collar into your face.

It still smelled like him despite how many times you’ve worn it this week and despite the faint smell of old coffee from earlier.

Squirming on your bed, you tried in vain to keep your legs from sliding against each other creating more friction as your body became increasingly hotter.

A shameless whine escaped your lips as you huffed his woody masculine scent in and out.

Your legs rubbed together more eagerly.

Shit, you were so horny.

Still laid flat on your belly you lifted your hips up for access as a manicured finger pressed into your clit toying with yourself from the outside of your pink cotton thong.

Choso was so meticulous, so knowledgeable in everything he did you were sure he knew how to make you cum.

You were desperate for him as you remembered what it felt like when he caught you from falling last week.

How good would his sculpted chest feel pressed into you now?

Would he look at you with the same want that flared across his features when he had gotten a glimpse of your panties you had intentionally put on display for him?

You didn’t miss how it matched the look he gave you when he nearly kissed.

“Choso…”

You moaned out loud.

You could feel the wet spot your teasing was earning you spread over your thong as your cunt continued to drool over your fantasies of him.

Craving more you lifted your ass up higher while your fingers fumbled to slide under the flimsy fabric.

“A-ahhh s-shit Cho– F-fuck!”

You panted as you sunk two fingers into your cunt. You worked to diligently pump them in and out of you as you pressing your palm down firmly over your swollen clit.

Your face buried itself deeper in his jacket as you gasped and your warm breath pushed back against you as you imagined it was his own tickling your neck.

All your senses screamed with want to be consumed by him and you pined for the feeling of his cock stretching your wet cunt instead of your slim fingers that weren’t cut out for the job.

“F-fuck C-Choso.. Mmm, let me cum.”

You practically sobbed when you glided a third finger into your pussy, two wasn’t enough to quell the craze that had overtaken you.

Ironically and unbeknownst to you, Choso (who had hidden himself in your closet during your shower), was mere moments away from losing his own goddamn mind.

Wholly entranced, he listened to you wantonly call for him like a sweet siren song and watched utterly fixated on the way you fiercely finger fucked your pussy like it was his own cock.

All the while in his jacket sniffing the sweaty soiled material like some filthy fucking pervert.

Fuck!

When he had followed you back to the sorority house he had finally resolved to kill you, but now he was at a standstill as there was no plausible way this was actually happening in front of him.

The obscene ASMR of your cunt sloshing rang in his ears and your legs quivered obscenely with you approaching your orgasm.

Your desperate thrusts caused his oversized jacket to ride up to your hips revealing the way your ass bare ass jiggled when you drove your hips down and pushed your digits up deeper into your core that waited greedily to suck them in.

You chanted out Choso’s name with urgency straining your voice as you climaxed. The bed creaked from you now humping the mattress while riding out your high.

Shit you were fucking sexy.

Thought you'd just been toying with him for fun all this time...

Until now.

Choso’s grip on his knife tightened as adrenaline surged through his body.

He could feel the blood pumping through his dick.

He wanted to fuck you.

Badly.

Give you what you’ve both been needing all this time.

Choso fully bricked, suppressed a hiss through clenched teeth as he palmed the bulge in his pants but remained otherwise still.

He can’t imagine a positive reaction if he burst out of your closet as Ghostface nor could he just take off his mask and pop out of your closet as your TA like he was some fucking creeper.

This was pure agony.

You never failed to find some way to unravel him.

Choso was so tense, his body coiled so tightly, he couldn't control his thigh involuntarily twitching and his knee recoiled against your closet door.

He cursed himself for the millionth time at the lack of control he had around you, he had never had to restrain himself so much around anyone else.

Ecstasy was etched on your features as you looked around puzzled from where the noise came from.

However, the even louder boom of the front door slamming shocked you out of your blissful daze and stole your attention away.

You sat up quickly and wondered if your sorority sisters were back already.

You glanced at the clock.

10:32 pm.

It was still much too early for them to leave.

But who else could it be?

You groaned and reluctantly hopped off the bed, zipping up Choso’s jacket fully to hide the slick between your legs and went out to greet them so you could avoid them coming into your room and return to your solitude as quickly as possible.

You were tired, frustrated and still horny as hell.

You only wanted make yourself cum hard enough you could fall asleep and end this miserable ass day.

☠

“Girls~! You really didn’t have to leave so early~!”

You call out to your sisters.

It was a little late for a show of solidarity if that's what they thought they were doing.

You rolled your eyes.

But it was eerily quiet as you received no response.

That’s odd.

Walking down the hall you froze once the view from the top floor opens into the foyer below and you see the front door wide open.

Not a single soul in sight or to be heard.

“Girls?”

Fight or flight senses kick into gear altering you to the possible dangers below.

You might be a bit of a ditz but you studied enough forensics and had seen enough scary movies to know how this shit usually ended.

You turn back to run to your room to call someone but stopped as you noticed your phone on the entryway table by the door.

Crap.

Steeling yourself you slowly inched your way towards the staircase, stopping at times to lean over the banister for any signs of someone.

“This isn’t funny girls! You know I’ve already had a really shitty night!”

But only the hollow sound of wind whipping through the door answered you as it swayed on its hinges.

This was an older house.

Maybe you didn’t close the door all the way in the beginning?

No one in your sorority house ever locked the doors, which now you considered probably wasn’t the greatest tradition to keep up while you were at home all alone and a serial killer was on the loose.

You crept down the stairs trying to silence any creaks as best you could.

“I swear on a stack of Vogues if this is a prank you all of you whores will all be on campus clean-up community service duty for the rest of the semester!”

Still nothing but silence as you reached the bottom of the staircase.

The lights were on in the entire house. From what you could tell the den and living room areas surrounding the foyer were empty.

You sighed. Maybe it was just the wind.

You close the door and this time make sure to lock it as you clutch your phone and turn to scamper back upstairs when you feel something grab at you from behind.

“Want to die Y/N?”

You let out a screech as you whip your around to see a figure you recognize as Ghostface reach for you as you stumble backwards into the den.

Tripping over your own feet, you fall back landing on your injured hand and knocking your head against the edge of a coffee table.

A roar of laughter erupts as you groan dazed from the floor.

“You really are a clumsy ditz, babe.”

Puzzled and near concussed, you blink through blurry vision to see Dean pull off the Ghostface mask as he crouches down to your level and leans on his metal bat tauntingly.

Pain blossoms sharply in the back of your head and you can feel the puncture wound on your hand open and saturate your bandage.

“The fuck are you doing here Dean?”

You glared up at him through your one good hand that covered your face as you struggle to get your bearings back.

You couldn’t catch a fucking break tonight.

“Still being a huge bitch even though I came all the way over here to say sorry, eh?”

Dean hummed, brow raised as he chuckled.

“I thought a little fright would put you in a good mood, Y/N.”

“Nice way of apologizing Dean. Insult me, scare me half to death and give me a concussion.”

You knew this man was not sorry at all.

Someone sober enough had probably informed Dean that you did have the power to essentially kill their fraternity’s social life, cucking his entire house for the foreseeable future. They likely sent him to make things right with you ASAP.

But even with all that on the line your tool of an ex was such a huge dick he couldn’t even do the bare minimum to give you a decent apology like an actual human being (not that you would have accepted it).

“I see I was right about one thing though.”

Dean got your attention as he pointed down at the moisture running down your legs.

You immediately pull Choso’s jacket down further to cover yourself.

You couldn’t give a fuck what he thought at this point. You’d confess to fucking the entire Forensics department if got him out of your face.

“Sure Dean, think what you want okay? Just fucking GET. OUT.”

You felt dizzy from the pressure thrumming in the back of your skull.

“Yeah and if I say no whore? Then what?”

Dean slid a clammy hand over your knee which sent another wave of nausea through you, your head spinning.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop his hand traveling lower before you suddenly noticed Dean’s body being ripped away from you entirely.

The scene that followed occurred in a whirlwind as your head felt like it would explode trying to focus on anything.

Your eyes strain to keep up with the action only registering fractions of it through your blurred vision.

You see…blood?

Is it yours?

No. It’s flowing from Dean’s shoulder.

Another person?

…Ghostface?

Yes.

Your double vision struggled to pinpoint exactly what was happening as Dean and the masked Ghostface fought for dominance, somehow ending up back in the foyer.

Dean was barely able to keep the large hunting knife from sinking into his chest.

Was this even real?

Were you really about to witness a Ghostface crime scene in action?

Were you next?

You felt like you were witnessing it all play out through someone else’s body as your mind floated off and you felt more disconnected.

Your awareness faded in and out.

There was no doubt, you definitely had a small concussion.

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps up as you finally hear Dean shouting your name although it sounded like you were in a fishbowl.

He had somehow gotten leverage and evened the odds with the killer as they both now had a hold of the blade’s handle.

“Y/N! Pay attention you ditzy ass bimbo! Don’t just sit there looking stupid, get the fucking bat.”

You scanned the floor around you.

Sure enough, there was the scuffed metal bat shining back at you resting by your knees.

Your injured hand grazes it and you see a red trail of blood smearing across it as the cool smooth metal soothes your ruptured skin.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you daydreaming about?! Get your ass over here!”

You grip the bat’s handle, ignoring the pain to use it and the coffee table as leverage to push you up off the floor.

You sway on your feet as your blood pressure drastically drops from standing too quickly.

Your head feels light.

Your body feels light.

Surprisingly too, even the large heavy metal bat now feels light in your injured palm.

“Fucking finally, Y/N!”

Dean yelled as he saw you on your feet.

“It’s not like I’m trying to fight off a killer here or anything dumb bitch.”

Dumb bitch?

Oh yeah, he means you.

God, Dean was fucking annoying you just wished he would shut up sometimes.

You couldn’t even think straight.

What were you doing again?

Right, the bat. He told you to bring it to him.

You wanted to sit down again. You were so tired.

You couldn't rest though as Dean’s voice was ringing in your ears.

You just wanted him to shut up more than anything so you willed yourself forward.

“Give Dean the bat, Give Dean the bat.”

You lowly repeated in a mantra like state.

Your vision was spotted with black dots swirling like the pain in your head.

GiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebat

You gripped the handle in both hands.

You were going to give Dean the bat.

“Y/N! Goddamn bitch move your lazy fuckin–”

C-R-A-C-K!

The slick sound ricochets throughout the entryway and reverberates in your ears.

C-R-A-C-K!

You feel warm droplets of moisture spray on you.

C-R-A-C-K!

The bat and Dean’s motionless body both simultaneously hit the floor with a thud.

You closed your eyes.

You felt… relief?

Like you could breathe again as the hazy veil that had shrouded your thoughts lifted and the throbbing in your head slowly receded.

You weren’t sure how to describe what you were feeling but it was some mix between euphoria, exhilaration and… freedom?

Well, you were finally free of Dean for good now.

You couldn’t help but be amused by that thought as you wiggle your toes in the warm red liquid that pooled around them.

A child-like giggle resounds from you.

Was this post nut kill clarity?

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror you noticed blood and chunks of brain matter strewn all over Choso’s jacket.

You wouldn’t be able to go without washing it now.

You frowned at the thought of his scent being washed away as well as you unzipped it, checking to see if the stains seeped through the lining too.

You had made such a mess.

Quick movements out of the corner of your eyes reminded you of the fact you were not alone.

The actual Ghostface killer stood mere feet away from you, his intentions clear as he visibly heaved and extended his knife out to the side approaching you.

You sighed exhausted.

“I’m not going to be able to blame this one on you, am I?”

Ghostface shook his head, confirming what you already knew.

☠

Choso felt his own adrenaline reach a frenzied peak.

He approached you with the animalistic stature of a predator who was sizing up another.

You were a killer now, no longer simply his prey.

Proving as much as eyes showed no remorse for the life you had taken.

Yet given what he had walked in on just minutes ago and how distraught you were leaving the party, there was nothing for to mourn anyway.

The only emotion your shown was concern for the on coming threat of him as you backed up to keep from his advances.

Heh, that could just as easily be him right now bleeding out on the floor.

He mused as he side stepped Dean’s body to stalk closer towards you.

Choso smirked, he was only disappointed he wasn’t the one to kill him.

Although he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked creating your own work of art.

A bit abstract and not as precise as his own methods.

Nevertheless, Choso continues to be amazed by how his cute and clumsy little undergrad just showed him a darkness he had only previously recognized in himself.

Choso watches you back away until your ankles hit the bottom of the staircase.

Your feet and hands were slick with blood and you couldn’t find your footing on the steps nor support yourself on the railing so you were forced to scooch up the stairs.

Yet given your injury even that proved difficult for you.

What would he do with you now?

“W-We’re even right? You saved me, I saved you.”

You tried to bargain as you saw him crawl up the staircase after you.

Ghostface cocked his head to the side considering your words as he reached you and stopped your escape with a strong gloved hand digging into the flesh of your hip.

Ghostface suspended himself over you covering your frame entirely and his metallic blade glared in the light as if it would pierce into you at the slightest whim.

Were you going to die like this?

Despite the danger you couldn’t help but be a bit turned on.

Especially as Ghostface’s touch reminded you so much of–

“Did you get off on killing your boyfriend Y/N?”

Ghosface taunted, speaking for the first time.

“...or were you already this fucking wet from fantasizing about someone else, hm?”

Your eyes widened.

Your mind raced too fast to reach a succinct conclusion. But you were disappointed to hear a voice box distortion instead of the actual person's voice beneath the mask.

Your flurry of jumbled thoughts are paused when you feel the cool caresses of the flat metal side of his blade drag across the skin of your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Your chest heaved slowly with steady intensity as your breath shuddered.

“Are you turned on now Y/N?”

You look away from Ghostface as he taunts as you. You feel more self-conscious considering who you think is under the mask.

Just how fucked up was it you were turned on from murdering your boyfriend in cold blood to save a serial killer who might have been the guy you had just been masturbating to who was also the serial killer Ghostface and very likely about to kill you now?

Very.

Very fucked up was the answer.

You would have been ashamed if you could bring yourself to care.

Choso’s jerks your face back to him as the hand with the blade parts your legs.

The lust in your eyes and your drenched cunt were all the answers he needed.

“AHH!”

You cry out as you feel the smooth metal come down to slap your clothed pussy hard and slide against your lips.

You fight the urge to close your legs. You can’t or the sharpened edges of the knife would stab your thighs.

You bite your bottom lip to the point of drawing blood.

This does not go unnoticed by Choso as he brings his gloved hand to your lips to soothe the bite.

His soft leather covered thumb hooks past your lips to guide your mouth open, exploring your mouth as you openly moan.

“Tsk, Tsk, we can't have you breaking skin and wasting more of that pretty blood that belongs to me.”

You shiver at his words dripping in possessiveness and your mouth encloses around his thumb, sucking as your tongue still squirms under its pressure.

A strained hiss comes from Choso and his eyes roam down to admire the slime trail of sticky fluid your clothed cunt dripped his blade.

Before Choso can get a peak at your pussy your hands fly down to cover yourself.

Amused, Choso gently removes his hand from your mouth to palm your inner thigh as his thumb slick from your spit rubs circles into your flesh.

His coaxing has you spreading your legs wider as he brushes up against the hands covering your cunt.

“Show me Y/N.”

He breathed out.

You pouted and shook your head.

“Is my little slut a liar then? I recall you telling me you didn’t mind if I saw your panties.”

Your suspicions confirmed you gasped in realization but Choso could no longer control himself as his hunting knife returned to your body to trail up your stomach this time the pointy edge hovering over your soft skin.

Your stomach sucks in to create distance between the blade and your skin causing your chest to push up through your arms but it's exactly what Choso had wanted.

Whoosh

With a swift slash through the air his blade slices your bra in two and its straps fall back down your shoulders laying bare your breast and hardened nipples to the cool air.

Exposed, your hands instinctively move from you core to cover your tits.

You see Choso pull back from you to sit up fully.

No longer touching you as he opted to imprint into his memory the imagery of your wet puffed pussy glistening through the soaked and now nearly transparent thong which clung to your lower lips like second skin.

He shifted his mask as the voice box moved from over this mouth.

“Y/N” he sighed.

Hearing his actual voice had you whining with need again.

Choso couldn’t keep his hands off you for long as he grasped hold of your thong and slipped his fingers between the fabric covering your cunt.

Choso rubbed the sticky moisture on the thin fabric between his thumb and forefingers while his knuckles bullied into your clit, causing your toes to curl.

“Mmm C-Choso.”

Your hands went from simply covering your tits to messaging them, pulling on your nipples, as you couldn’t hold back the sounds from the pleasure you felt from him touching you.

Shit. He wanted to ruin you.

Choso’s knife returns to your throat applying soft pressure dangerously close to breaking skin.

“So tell me what you want then, Y/N?”

Choso knew you wanted him but he wanted you to say it.

He needed you to admit it to him outright before he could really believe it.

His knuckles had stopped teasing your clit and your body trembled as you bucked your hips into his hand and pouted.

“I want you to hurry up and decide if you’re going to fuck me or kill me before my sorority sisters get back Choso!”

Choso smirked under the mask.

Becoming a killer turned you into a bit of a brat.

But he knew how to handle you.

Heh, fair enough.

Driving the knife into the staircase behind your head he pulls you up, swapping positions and seating you on his thigh.

He pulls his soiled track jacket off of you and you shiver as the cold air hits your back.

“Mm, Fuck me Choso”

You sighed longingly, arms encircling his neck.

“Mm, Should I though?”

Choso questions out loud as you melt deeper into him from his hands roaming your body.

One settles on your hip under the band of your thong and the other peels you back by your hair so Choso can see your eyes blown out fully with lust.

“Or should I make you wait like I’ve been waiting ever since you first stumbled into class in that slutty green skirt?”

You cried out and our tongue lolled out of your mouth when he yanked your panties roughly by the front, pulling the material between your pussy lips.

Your clit was cradled in the steamy fabric and you clutched the front of his robes for stability as your eyes rolled back.

“Do you know how much you made me suffer thinking about that pretty pussy of yours? How many times I fisted my cock? How much blood I spilled to forget the way you looked in those slutty outfits?”

Choso's own desire was apparent in his raspy voice.

You shake your head and tears spill as he pulls the fabric tighter over your clit.

“I-I w-wanted you too” you sniffled out.

“Then prove it.” Choso breathed out huskily.

“I want that needy cunt of yours to beg me by fucking herself real nice on my thigh like she did on your mattress earlier.”

You could have combusted as he admitted he had in fact been watching you from your closet but you couldn’t help but obey his orders.

The frantic way your heart pounded in your chest couldn’t trump the unbearable arousal between your legs.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips on him.

“That’s it baby.”

Choso encouraged you as you heard a loud rip and realized he had cut away your thong when you felt him snatch the material right off of you.

Your plump pussy lips parted when pressed onto his thigh and you felt the rough material of his heavy robes directly chafing against your clit.

Surrendering to pleasure you circled your hips to grind down on him as Choso started bouncing you on his leg.

The impact of your weight forcing your clit down while his thigh pushed up into you shaking.

“S-shiiiit D-daddy!”

You cried out arching back.

Choso could have busted in his pants completely untouched when he heard you call him daddy.

You didn’t know how much you had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured fingers.

He would kill every single one of those bastard frat fucks on campus on a whim if you asked him to.

He would do anything for you.

Choso's muscular thigh flexing underneath your cunt felt amazing but your hole was screaming to be filled as it gaped around the phantom thought of his cock penetrating you.

“N-Need more. S’not enough Daddy”

You beg, whining into the mouth opening of his mask.

Your breath enters through the material as your hot tongue presses against the cloth barrier hungrily.

His own tongue responds in kind, entangling with yours through his mask and you moan deeper into the opening.

You feel so good yet are still frustrated that you were naked while you couldn’t even see a sliver of skin from him still in his full Ghostface attire.

You move to lift up his mask when he stops you, breaking the makeshift kiss.

“Now, now Y/N.”

Choso playfully chides.

“Can you think of nothing but my dick? You’ve forgotten so quickly this is still a crime scene?”

You panted as you looked over your shoulder and spot the gruesome remains of Dean’s lifeless body and half bashed in face. Blood stained the foyer rug and pieces of tissue splattered on curtains, walls and even the fake plants.

Right.

You still had no idea what you were going to do about that situation but Dean was already dead. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Honestly you felt as if you might die as well if you couldn’t get Choso’s dick inside of you soon.

Your hips never stopped grinding down on his thigh as you returned your attention to him.

You knew if Choso couldn’t even kiss you, he couldn’t fuck you either as those same rules applied to both potential sources of DNA.

“S’fine.” You pout.

“I-I had your jacket, y-your DNA could c-come from that.”

Your injured hand came to cup the slide of his masked face and your other rubbed the outline of cock over his jeans, feeling the precum soil through them despite the thickness of the fabric.

Blood from your hand smeared onto the pristine white Ghostface mask as you pulled your foreheads to touch.

“I’ll admit Dean was right, w-we w-were sleeping together...”

Choso chuckled.

“..and get me expelled for sleeping with a student on top of a motive to connect me to your victim?”

He gave your ass harsh smack.

Your cheeks clenched and your panting grew more ragged as you chased your high against him.

“Y/N you gotta think with that sexy little head of yours not that needy little cunt if you really want me to fuck you. I know you’re smart. This should be easy for you.”

You groaned.

Thinking was virtually impossible right now.

You wanted to give up and resort to begging again but Choso calling you smart (something your recently deceased ex never did) and now rubbing your thighs encouragingly, had made you so happy you wanted to make him more proud of you.

You reluctantly stopped your hips, ignoring the fiery ache shooting through in your cunt but you wanted to cum from his cock not his thigh.

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

Focus Y/N, you willed yourself.

Focusing became harder to do though when Choso became impatient and had nuzzled his masked face into your chest.

His mouth latched to your nipple through the black cloth, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth against your bud causing it to swell.

“Oh!” you smiled sweetly down at him and his abs tightened as he held you closer to him.

“We get rid of the body! Clean up and make sure there's no crime scene to be found!”

“That’s correct,” Choso praised you as if you answered a question in class correctly.

“Now, most importantly, how exactly will we get rid of the body, Y/N?”

“We…w-we..”

Your fingertips grazed your lips and you bit a nail as you pensively considered your options.

You looked like you were thinking so hard on this.

So fucking cute.

“Come on baby, tell me.”

Choso was the one begging you now while he lifted your hips just enough to pull up his robes and position you to straddle his dick straining against his jeans.

You were so close to the answer. He knew it would come to you and he wanted to be inside of you as soon as you got it.

You clasped your hands together and gave him one of your pageant winning smiles he grew to love.

“We make a kill room!”

“Smart girl” Choso said as he lifted his mask and his lips came crashing down on yours.

☠

“Shit-Shit-Shit!”

You cried as you lower yourself onto Choso’s cock.

You had begged and pleaded him for this but Choso was so much bigger and longer than you expected.

You never had a problem taking dick before but not only was Choso huge he had 3 rows of top and frenum ladder ball piercings on his long veiny cock that dragged against your gspot when you tried to force him inside you.

You still had about an inch to go and his fat cockhead was already pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck baby you really been keeping all this good pussy from me?”

Choso spread your cheeks to assist you down on his enlarged length but your walls vice gripped his cock preventing him from guiding you down further.

Choso grunted, he was going to cum fast if you didn’t ease up.

Pulling you back, he captured your lips again devouring them as he violently pushed his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, dominating you completely.

A tremor shot through your cunt as your hips jerked and your legs quivered.

“My slutty girl is so sensitive she came from just kissing?”

Choso teased knowingly pulling back to allow you air and lapping at the drool from the corners of your mouth.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

Without the hindrance of a mask Choso’s kisses felt like he was eating you alive and set your body ablaze.

Your orgasm came with enough intensity to loosen your walls allowing you to finally sink down to the base. However your legs were still vibrating and unable to support you riding him.

You fell forward into the crook of his neck.

“C-can’t D-daddy” you babbled into his neck drooling.

Choso wanted to tease you more. He wanted to goad and praise you enough so you would ride him in earnest until your perfect pretty face sobbed for him to fuck you but time was of the essence now.

You both probably had a good hour and a half left before the cops broke up the party and members of your sorority started heading back.

He needed to finish you quickly and he silently promised to take his time with you later.

Rising up, Choso positioned his arms under your thighs to keep you seated on his cock as he walked up the few steps to reach the landing in the middle of the staircase.

Placing your back carefully against the wall he glides his hands over your sweat and blood laden skin to lift your legs onto his shoulders. His grip settles onto the fat of your ass and he marvels at how his fingers sink into them.

Choso allows you time to get adjusted to the new position as he now held you in a standing mating press.

“Ready?”

You nod and Choso takes that as his greenlight to rigorously fuck you into the wall with such vigor you felt it quaking behind you.

There was no possible way you could have ever been ready for that though and your hands dive into his hair tugging at the roots under his man buns as if you intended to scalp him.

Your reactions fuel his cruel thrusts as Choso greedily drinks your guttural screams into his mouth.

They sound more heavenly than any he had heard before even from his own victims.

Slamming you down on his cock, Choso manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him.

His piercings and engorged veins continue to scrape the walls of your core with every stroke as you gush around him soaking his robes.

Choso wanted more of you.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough.

You felt so fucking good he could fuck you like this for hours and he cursed the dwindling time he had before he needed to remove himself from the warm comfort of your mushy cunt.

The hallway echoed with sounds of his hips sadistically ramming your body further into the wall as well as the sloshy vulgar noises his cock tore from your tight creamy cunt.

“S-so c-lose Cho–”

Were the only words you could croak out as your cries become lodged in your throat.

The pleasure you received being folded between Choso and the wall had you salivating like crazy. Drool was pooling in your mouth faster than it could dribble out down the sides.

You locked eyes with him.

The wild glint in them was so primordially feral you can’t believe you ever mistook the restraint he tried to maintain around you for shyness.

Frankly, there was nothing timid about him.

The cold confidence of a true killer radiated off of him and into your core as each of his thrusts felt like they were stabbing into your womb.

Your whines turned into horse croaks as you desperately gasped for air.

Like a killer he showed you no mercy as his long cock shifted your guts up and into your lungs.

Choso was quite literally murdering your cunt.

“Yeah Y/N? Is my girl gonna cum all pretty like on this dick?”

Too cockdrunk to reply, your pussy readily spoke up for you as your walls clenched and spasmed. White stars flood your vision as your body vibrates against him as you cum hard, gurgling his name.

Choso’s hips stuttered and his moans increased as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own.

He knew better than to cum inside you, he wasn’t wearing a condom and didn’t even know if you were on birth control.

But your cunt was like a drug to him so Choso resigned himself to cleaning you up after as he gave one last thrust, injecting you with his hot seed that scorched your insides and sent you spasming all over again.

It took a few minutes for Choso to catch his breath but he gently released your legs down to touch the floor as he pulled out of you.

You groaned immediately at the loss after being so full as you still tried to regain your own steady breaths.

Not missing a beat, Choso moved with reverence as if he was worshiping your form from the kisses he peppered down your chest and belly.

“Eyes on me baby,”

Choso ordered, glancing up at you.

You nodded your breath hitching once he reached below your belly button and he threw one of your legs over his shoulder again.

He shamelessly breathed in the scent of sex wafting off your pussy.

The musky mixture of his cum and your juices combined with sweat and blood entered his nostrils and sent his eyes rolling back into his skull.

You shuddered.

You wanted to feel his mouth on you more than anything but you knew you couldn’t both remain like this in the open hallway for much longer.

Seemingly forgetting all concerns of time, Choso’s thumbs lightly ghost over your battered pussy lips as he slowly peeled back the slippery folds.

His chest swoll with pride seeing how much of his cum you had taken inside of you.

Choso's tongue salaciously darted out to catch the drippings that seeped out of your messy little cunt.

Despite your concerns, you can’t resist bucking up towards his face as he brought your hips off the wall towards him.

“Be patient princess, let me enjoy this.”

Choso open handedly spanks your pussy, landing a direct hit on your clit which has you shaking as your squirt spritz onto his face.

His thick tongue rolls out of his mouth like a man starved licking his lips at the feast before him

“Goddamn, I already love her so much”

He cooed into your cunt while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Go out with me, yeah Y/N? I’ll treat her right. Just let me have a taste of her everyday.”

You almost came on his face again from the utter display of depravity he was showing you, not missing the fact he was so pussy drunk he was technically asking your cunt to be his girlfriend instead of you.

To be fair you were both way past the point where he needed to ask you out anyway as he was an accomplice to your homicide and soon-to-be cover up.

“Okay Choso, I’ll be your girlfriend,”

You grinned at him.

Choso thanked you by gently placing a kiss on your clit before nose-diving into your folds like a mad man between your legs.

Seeing how sensitive you are it wasn't long before he had you thrashing on his lips from the nasty way he heartily ate your cunt out.

The suckling, bubbling and squeaking sounds of him inhaling your pussy nearly had you at your peak again.

Yet you were snapped out of your pleasure when you heard the grandfather clock in the hall ring signaling it was midnight.

Fuck what if the party got broken up earlier than expected?

“W-we don’t have time for this Choso.” You plead anxiously as you pry his head out of from between your legs.

The sounds of the clock chiming and the sight of Dean’s body still laying in the entryway made you more nervous with every passing minute it remained there.

His eyes narrowed dangerously on you as he nuzzled his nose back into your cunt hooking it under your clitoral hood.

“Oh? My sweet girl gets one kill and thinks she knows better than me what we have time for?”

His expression dares you to pull him away again as he drags the flat of his tongue lazily over your clit.

“Please Choso…”

Choso relents as he feels you tense up more, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself unless you were.

“You trust me right Y/N?”

“Yes”

You breathe out as his fingers play with your puffed pussy lips.

“Do you have the key to the basement?”

You nod.

“And you know exactly where the supply closet is, baby?”

You nod again.

“Perfect. This won't take long at all then.”

Choso assures you as his confident words calm your worries.

“So now just relax princess and let me take care of you. This isn’t my first clean up job babe…”

You weren’t sure if Choso was talking about your cunt or the dead body, but you didn’t doubt he was experienced in both.

“Give me 15 minutes to see how many times I can make you squirt on my tongue. Then we can finally make that dexter kill room you like so much, yeah?”

You nodded once more and Choso wasted no time drowning his face back into your cunt.

You sighed contently.

He was already the best boyfriend you ever had.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: How was that? Did I do our emo kang justice? Lmk! (y'all better lmk cause y'all busted my balls for days over this lmfaoooo)

Also ding dong Dean is DEAD thank fuck. Whew I made that man as horrible as possible so you could kill him. Tbh, I would kill a nigga just for pouring Milwakees in my hair alone, that shit smells and tastes like cat piss lol.

Also here if y'all wanna see a cute lil pixivi I made of me bimbo!reader x Ghostface!Choso.

You know the original idea for this was actually based on a fic I was writing where Choso, Yuji and Sukuna (all brothers) all transfer to your university and bimbo!reader (no bf this time) clearly likes Choso but his oblivious emo ass has no idea and keeps being a dick to you cause he thinks you are just making fun of him. LOL! I may in the future still end up writing a version for that since this ended up going in a completely different direction with Ghostface thrown into the mix.

Y'all this fic was way too fuckin long. I know theres likely errors/redundancies still so I will comb through it later and I may edit/reword somethings too but general content will stay the same. Tbh, what took so long is the last scene cause I decided I cannot write a smut fic with Choso where that man isn't acting completely deranged and unhinged over the taste of pussy. He's munch, he can't help it.

Reblog for Ghostface!Choso to be your personal munch, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

Next up on Kizzatober, Werewolf!Toji from Thrilling Ghouls! (PWP)

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luvv4choso · 2 months

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loud!choso drabble

warnings: smut, cum, praise

a/n sum quick 😛

divider creds:@animatedglittergraphics-n-more

everyone knew choso to be a quiet guy. never really spoke unless spoken too, always had the same blank expression on his face. it was like he despised socializing and in general talking. everyone but you.

in your eyes choso was loud. and not in a normal way. his whimpers, his moans, oh he is so vocal about how good you make him feel. and he wasn't ashamed of it either.

"f-fuck Y/N if you keep squeezing me like that I might just come right now-"

he groans as he rams back into your needy cunt. your walls make loud squelching noises as he pounds in and out of you, his moans and your moans harmonizing together. you grunt "shh baby we don't want the neighbors to hear" choso smirks and whispers in your ear "you don't want them to know how good you make me feel?" he chuckles, as his pace quickens, along with his whimpers "let them hear how good you make me feel" he groans with a shaky voice. his words make your face turn a cherry red, and your pussy wetter. "mm- choso baby more..." you cry, your high approaching soon. his thrusts get sloppier, his whimpers getting louder and shakier. the sound of skin slapping echos throughout the room accompanying both of y'all's moans. "p-princess cmon... cum with me..." he groans, rubbing on your clit, your eyes filling with tears of pleasure. your high takes over you, you let out a mewl. choso, still chasing his orgasms, mewls, "please- please- please" as he rams into you one last time. strings of semen shoot throughout your walls.

"one more time baby? c'mon I don't think our neighbors heard us yet"

#jjk x reader #smut #choso x reader #choso kamo #jjk smut #jjk choso #choso smut

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remi-desires · 25 days

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃

pairing: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, and toji x fem!reader (separate) summary: what they do when they're in the mood for sex/or how they get into the mood ! content: very suggestive for geto and gojo's part, allusions to sex, use of pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, honey), established relationships (marriage implied for a few), geto likes to tease what's new? wc: 2k

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

When your husband is horny, it's quite obvious to anyone who's around him. Which is why you try not to do anything that will turn him on while you are in the presence of others, but this is Satoru Gojo who thinks even the most mundane tasks you do are sexy.

That is how you ended up in this predicament; Satoru's eyes are hooded with lust and he's squeezing your thigh under the table with no shame at all. His gaze is burning a hole into the side of your face, too. While you try to pretend you don't notice him, he makes it almost impossible to do so.

The two of you are sitting close to the end of the table at a dinner party for your work because you had been promoted and your favorite co-worker who's like a sister to you insisted on throwing a party. The position you now maintain is not one which is easy to get; hard work and effort went into getting this new position.

"You might wanna do something about your man... he's giving the 'sex eyes' look.." Your co-worker, who happens to be sitting right next to you and can see Satoru gripping your thigh, says with a little smirk.

"I think it's the dress... he just bought it for me last week and it's doing things to him." Your co-worker giggles and returns to her previous conversation with some of the other people you're close to at work.

When you glance over at your husband, he quickly looks down and back up at you in an attempt to signal you toward something. Your eyes trail to his indication and you notice that he is painfully hard in his slacks.

"Satoru... are you serious?" Dread is hot in your stomach because you know when he's like this he tends to do risky things to gain relief.

"I can't help it when you look so good in that dress, baby. I shoulda got one in before we left the house... need you so bad." He whispers hotly into your ear.

Who are you to deny him when he needs you this bad?

You sigh heavily before whispering back to him, "Go to the bathroom I'll meet you there in ten minutes."

Without hesitation he bursts up from the table and excuses himself to the bathroom. Your co-worker gives you a look, she knows exactly where this is going. All you can do is shrug and grant her a small cheeky smile.

♡ 𝐒. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Suguru acts upon his need for you. He won't hide it because he's not ashamed of wanting his wife, sexually. You won't notice it at first because he starts out innocently enough with little caresses, but, oh, do you notice when he starts to grope your ass or kiss your sensitive spots.

"Come sit on my lap, Doll." He pats his thigh, waiting for you to do as he says. Like now, he usually doesn't ask for these things, he just tells you to do them because he knows you will.

"I don't think so mister. I just put the girls to sleep." You know where this is going. Whenever Suguru wants you to "sit on his lap" it usually ends up with you bouncing on his dick.

"They won't know if you keep your voice down." He tries to reason which ultimately fails, because who is he to talk?

"Me keep my voice down? Says the one who's always moaning in my ear and praising me. 'Yeah baby you're doing so good' or 'Shittttttt gonna make me cum''." You mock in a deeper octave, as to replicate his voice.

When he doesn't respond you assume he's given up. You do want to have sex with him, but now is not the time. Maybe if he came over there and helped you fold up these clothes you'd be done faster. The girls are asleep and you've got too much to do right now to even think about sex.

Suguru is able to catch you off guard this way though. He knows when you get in your head about things. So, he takes the opportunity to scoop you up into his arms and carry you all the way to the bedroom. When your back hits the soft mattress you know what's in store.

"Suguru what are you-" He cuts you off with a kiss. One that's agonizingly slow and leaves you wanting more. He starts to get touchy too, groping your curves which makes you squirm in excitement... just a little, though.

When he's sure he's got you turned on... he stops. Yes, you read correctly, he completely stops and starts to walk out of the bedroom.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He's got you right where he wants you: sexually frustrated.

"Back to the living room, since I guess you aren't really in the mood. Such a pity."

"Suguru Geto." Usually when you call out his full name he'll stop, maybe even stiffen up a little if it's really serious.

"Can't hear you!!" He sing-songs, hands deep in his pockets.

"You are literally so annoying!!!" A groan of frustration leaves your lips while his curl up into a smirk.

"Shhhh, you'll wake the girls up." You're in disbelief as you watch him walk out of the room. Don't worry though, he'll be back in a little while to get his pretty wife off.

♡ 𝐊. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Kento is a picture perfect husband in your opinion. Whenever he wants you and he knows it'll interfere with what you're doing, he'll take care of it himself so you don't have to go out of your way for him.

But oh, is it hard at times like this. He was extremely exhausted from his work load today and he thought you'd be working the night shift. So imagine his delight when he's met with you dancing to some sensual song with reckless abandon.

You're back his turned to him so he gets a beautiful view of your ass in the shorts that are way too short for you to wear out in public. Your husband usually has so much self control but even he can't resist the way you swing your hips to the lyrics. He sets his keys on the hook and starts removing his blazer and tie.

Kento is amused you haven't noticed his arrival but to be fair the music is up so loud he wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors a couple miles down could hear it.

Now that he's removed his jacket and tie he's a man on a mission. He knows he's bound to startle you when he places his hands on your hips but knowing how cheeky you are, you'll play into it.

You're so beautiful that you make him forget how to act. Before you'd first started dating him, he was set on pleasing you with his tongue. It got so bad to the point where he had a wet dream and ended up confessing to you. It lights a fire within your stomach, the way he goes feral for you.

Without much thought he plants his greedy hands onto your waist. He startles you slightly, causing you to yelp and jolt in place.

"Ken, baby, you scared me!" The only response you receive is a small hum. One that gives away his intentions.

Just as he predicted you start to tease him by grinding onto him. In order to keep him from acting stupid he bites his lip and tightens his grip on your waist.

"Someone's feeling needy, huh?" The answer to that question is pretty obvious yet you ask anyway.

"Don't do this sweetheart. You know how this ends." His voice is strained. Your poor husband is trying to keep the blood from rushing right to his dick.

"Maybe you should show me, Ken?" Your voice feigns innocence and you turn your head around to bat your lashes at him.

That was probably the last coherent sentence you had spoken for the night.

𝐂. 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Poor baby doesn't know what to do when he wants you. He feels like he's a bother to you when he wants to fuck. Even though you've told him time and time again you like having sex with him, because he's your boyfriend.

As of now you're away on business and Choso couldn't help calling you because he misses you. He'd watched several of the video clips you had sent him to get him through the week. He knows you'll be back tomorrow but he needs you.

You're so pretty that you make him feel things he hasn't felt probably... at all. Being half curse and all you were a lot of his firsts. The first and last person to make his heart beat irregularly.

After three rings you pick up the phone, Choso bites his lip so he doesn't throw everything at you all at once. "Hey Cho, sorry it took me so long to pick up. My phone was buried under a whole bunch of crap."

"It's okay." He replies softly. You wait a few seconds, giving him time to tell you why he called. When all you hear is silence from his side you push a little in order to get him talking, "Soooo what did you call me for?"

"I miss you..." He pauses, "I was watching those videos you sent but it wasn't enough. It's up again." He responds shyly.

You waste no time making a face time call to him. Which takes him by surprise, but he answers it regardless.

As he slides to accept the face time he's met with your pretty smirking face.

"Do you want me to help you get off?" Choso has never been able to understand your boldness towards sex.

"Um.. if it's not conflicting with your schedule or anything then-"

"Choso, Honey, I always make time for you." His cheeks flush a bright red at your forward statement. In response he nods.

"Are you hard right now? Let me see, baby." Choso's glad he can count on you.

𝐓. 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

He's quite bold when he wants you. He does not care who's around or who's looking. This man knows how to clear a room with his sexual tension.

Megumi has been a victim one too many times to Toji brooding over his want for you. He'll walk into the room to show you the latest achievement he's made on his nintendo game, only to see his dad sitting on the couch, man spreading while watching you wipe down the table in the dining room.

At this point the boy knows the signs and is able to leave the house before Toji makes a move on you.

Right now though, you're watching your two cousins while your uncle and aunt are out of town. (Much to Toji's dismay) The kids are too young to even realize that they're cock blocking him and as of now he's starting to get irritated.

As you're cooking up lunch for the two kids, Toji joins you in the kitchen. He wastes no time grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him.

"Toji, stop! The kids." You hiss.

"Fuck those kids. I want you. Now." Without much effort he lifts you over his shoulder and walks toward the bedroom. You look towards the kitchen at the abandoned sandwiches. In order to reach the bedroom you have to pass the living room and your little cousins see you over Toji's shoulder.

"EW LOOK!!! His hand is on her butt!!!!" The older one says in shock, the younger one finds the word 'butt' funny and starts to giggle.

Embarrassment courses through your veins, "Toji Fushiguro. They're leaving tomorrow, you can wait!!"

He completely ignores you, "Hey you two. My son, Megumi will be here in a few minutes. he's gonna take you guys to go get ice cream. Might wanna get your shoes on."

Toji's slick, he made the call in advance knowing no little kid could resist ice cream. He knew the only way he would get Megumi to agree was if he paid him... so he promised the boy a fifty dollar Nintendo e-shop gift card.

Your two little cousins scream in excitement while running to the door where their shoes are.

"Now I can enjoy some quality time with my wife." He mumbles to himself. You know better than anyone that Toji's idea of "quality time" is wayyyy different from any normal definition of the phrase.

divider: @/princessantisocial

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kamiversee · 2 months

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 14 || The Classroom Incident

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, ridiculously filthy smut, a tinge of fluff, & an annoying semi-cliffhanger.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.1k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——"MR. FUSHIGURO, T-THIS IS so embarrassing..." You whined with glossy eyes and a pout on your face. Obviously, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself like this.

Not that the man cared regardless, "I know, that's why I'm making you do it." Toji scoffs.

"I thought..." You swallow, "I thought you said you wanted me to, mh... t-to talk about myself?"

Your hips are moving at a very slow pace, dragging your panty-clad cunt over Toji's muscular thigh with nothing but shame and embarrassment coursing through your veins. Light pants are leaving your lips and the feeling of Toji's eyes all over your body makes you feel utterly jittery.

"I do," Toji hums, "So tell me why you were late."

You've got one hand in front of you and the other just barely holding onto the man's arm. "W-While I...?"

"Yep." He finishes.

You glance behind you for a second, looking back to the closed classroom door. "Sir, what if someone comes in-"

"Better hurry up then, no?" Your thighs squeeze around his and he chuckles at you. Toji lifts a hand to your chin again and turns your head toward him, "We don't have all day."

You grit your teeth slightly and continue the slow grinding against his thigh. "I was late because of... mmh... t-traffic, I told you this already." You lie.

He scoffs, "So traffic is the reason why yer' drippin' all over my leg right now?"

"I-"

His hand moves and two fingers are placed on your lower lip, "I'm not dumb. Either you tell me the truth or," His fingers slide into your mouth and he pushes down on your bottom row of teeth to part your lips. "I'll start makin' my own assumptions."

You cannot tell the man what you were doing that made you late. That's worse than what you're doing right now-- having to explain your whorish activities? Yeah, you're not doing it.

Instead, you sit there lightly riding his leg and providing yourself minimum satisfaction while staring at him with pleading eyes. When Toji realizes you have no plans on telling the truth, his two fingers slide into your mouth and press down onto your tongue.

He sighs, "Fine then, sit there quietly and hump me like a bitch in heat."

The throb that you feel in between your legs is enough to make you hum against his digits lodged into your mouth.

Toji shakes his head at you, "Y'know, for someone worried about someone walking in here, you're movin' pretty slow."

"Mmgh.." You hum quietly.

"C'mon," He moves his other hand and gives you a light tap on your ass, "Move faster."

The movement of your hips speeds up ever so slightly and you gradually allow your arousal to take over the embarrassment you feel. Your eyelids get even lower, your body movement grows more consistent and sensual, and you moan gently around Toji's thick fingers.

The man bites his lip, "That's it, good girl."

"M-Mmh..."

"Y'like that?" He asks rhetorically, "Hmph, didn't take you as someone who'd like praises this much."

You weakly nod your head. The man suddenly flexes his thigh and you moan desperately over his skin, the sensation of his muscles pushing up into your cunt as you drag yourself over him is almost overwhelming.

Toji's sitting there so confidently too. With you on one of his legs grinding slowly and one of his fingers lodged into your mouth, he's enjoying the sigh all too well.

He abruptly presses down on your tongue, "I wonder... y'like being degraded too?"

Your head nods in response, "Mhm."

He flashes a sexy smile at you, "Of course you do."

You move your hands and wrap them around his wrist, carefully pulling his fingers out of your mouth, "Sir..."

"Hm?" Toji hums. He's so entertained by every little thing you do.

"C-Can you..." You draw his hand down and gently place it over your chest, "Can you touch me, please?"

Toji nearly choked on the air he was breathing. "Touch you?" He repeated, baffled.

You merely drag his hand further down, causing his finger to get caught in the opening of your shirt. "Please Mr. Fushiguro," You whispered.

Your voice was whiney, eyes glossy, your back slightly arched so that your chest was more prominent toward the man, and you'd yet to stop the dry humping of your cunt over his thigh.

The man tiredly rolls his eyes at you, "Only under one condition." He tells you as his hand begins to move without your guidance. "You leave right after you cum and then, if you behave well enough," Toji suddenly leans toward you and whispers in your ear, "I'll fuck you nice and hard next week."

The man doesn't miss the way your pussy throbs over his leg. Your head nods in agreement and you're quick to whisper back, "O-Okay," You murmur.

Toji sits back, "Good, now put your hands behind your back and don't move em' til' I say so."

It's slow but you do as you're told and place your hands behind you and on his knee. "Like this?" You ask in a sweet tone.

"Mhm," He bites his lower lip, "Jus' like that."

All of your disheveled state is on full display to the man. From the undone buttons on your shirt that reveal your cleavage to the spread of your legs over his as you ride him slowly, Toji drinks in and savors the sight of you.

His hands move to hover over your thighs, the teasing lack of contact giving you goosebumps. "What a naughty student I have," Toji tuts, "Wantin' me to touch her..."

Those large veiny hands of his are finally placed onto your skin and you immediately sigh in relief. They then slide up along your body, his hands calloused and rough against your supple skin. Toji's grip goes beneath your skirt and he rests his hands on your hips.

His fingers press into your skin and you gasp when Toji suddenly jerks your body forward. The motion caused your cunt to rut over his muscles and the feeling was enough for you to feel slightly jaded.

"F-Fuck," You moan softly.

It was a pleasant drag of your beyond-soaked panties rubbing over your clit along with the man's toned thigh that made your mind stutter and your body overheat. Toji's narrowed eyes watch your expression closely, silently enjoying how into this you are.

Surprising you again, his thigh flexes for a second time and he grinds you back against the muscle.

Toji then leans to your ear again, "That feels good, huh?" You bite your lip and nod, to which he smirks, "You're so fuckin' wet right now, soakin' my pants like some desperate little whore."

"Hhngh..." You squeak out.

Toji's hands slide over to your ass, palming the flesh in his hand and squeezing you hard. "I wonder what you were up to before comin' here," He whispers, "Probably out there bein' a slut, right?"

"N-No sir," You whisper back breathlessly.

One of his hands returns to your hip and the other moves to your waist. You feel the man caress the side of your body before he slips a hand under your top.

Toji laughs at the way you're still so obviously lying to him. "Look at ya' now though..." He shakes his head slowly and you squirm as his hand goes under your bra and fondles your breast. "How long have you wanted this?" He questions.

Your lips part to reply, "H-Hah... I... mmh..."

He only makes it more difficult to speak when the hand on your hip shifts over. The sudden feeling of his thumb pressing into your clit as you roll your hips forward makes your body spasm and you fall into the man in shock.

Your head rests in the crook of his neck and your heavy breath is felt against his neck. "Oh fuck," You whine.

Toji's thumb rolls around the sensitive bud and your stomach churns, "That feel good?"

"Uhuh," You nod dumbly into his neck.

Your grinding grows a bit more needy and aggressive so that you can constantly feel his thumb on your clit. Each time you roll your hips forward, his thumb presses into you harder and the pleasure is so relieving.

"Think my cock would feel good too, don't you?" Toji questions, his lewd words driving heat straight to your gut.

You can't help but nod your head again, this time a little more desperately.

The professor scoffs, "That's what you really want, isn't it?"

"Hah... y-yeah, fuck..." You murmur honestly.

"Aw," He coos, "So that's why you're really here. You don't care about that silly project of yours, you just want some dick."

You're starting to feel lightheaded with how aroused you are by the situation. "I-I..." You try to speak but the only thing that comes out of your mouth coherently is a moan.

The hand on your breast gives you one last squeeze before it moves. "Too horny to speak now?" Toji teases.

"M-Mhm..."

He scoffs, "Poor girl. You wouldn't even be able to handle me."

"I would... mgh..." You argue.

"Think so?" Toji challenges and you nod in response.

The man then shocks you by shifting your entire body. You go from sitting on his thigh to his crotch, and the sudden contact of his large hard cock pressing up into your cunt makes your jaw drop.

Both of Toji's hands latch onto your waist and then slide down to your hips, pushing your body down into him as he lifts into you slightly.

"Think you can take it? Huh?" He questions. "Think that lil' hole of yours can even fit every inch of me?" Toji asks cockily.

You give him a lustful smile, "Mhm."

"Words," Toji corrects, "If you think you can handle me, use your words."

You ground yourself into the prominent bulge below you, feeling his hard dick rub up between your folds and dizzying yourself. "I c-can..." You claim, "I... fuck, I need you," You pant.

Precum leaks from the tip of Toji's cock as your words hit his ears and he simply smiles at you, "Need me? Need me to what? C'mon, don't be shy, tell me what you really want."

"I need you to... hah, mgh... fuck me," You say.

Everything was so vivid, the pressure of his cock pushing up against your pussy whilst you rolled your hips over him. It was nothing more than dry humping but you felt so good already, an embarrassing orgasm approaching.

"Yeah?" Toji mocks. He digs his fingers into your hips and holds you in place before he begins to thrust his hips up into you, furthering the friction. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Please." You beg.

Toji rolls his head back and groans, "Damnit."

He couldn't take it anymore. The man moves you off of him and you stumble to your feet, legs shaking slightly from how close you'd been to an orgasm. Your body stubbles back a bit and you use his desk to hold yourself up.

Toji stands from his seat and you watch him walk over to the classroom door and lock it. After which he stands there for a moment and shakes his head.

When he returns to you, you simply stare up at him with pleading eyes. Toji raises a hand to your neck and grabs a light but firm grasp of you.

He leans toward your face and sighs deeply, "I was gonna' make you wait til' next week but y'know what," His hand slides down and to your waist before he lifts you up onto his desk, "If you take my cock like a good girl today, I'll give ya' more next time."

It's almost disgraceful the way you parted your legs and began to lean back for the man, inviting him in. "I-I'm not as fragile as you think..." You tell him.

He pushes you further down so that your back is against the space on his desk, "We'll see about that." Toji scoffs, moving to press his bulge against you one more time.

After one last teasing press, Toji takes his hands and is quick to peel your ridiculously soaked panties off your body. You hear him scoff again as he glances at your soaked cunt beneath your skirt, having no plans of stripping you of anything else just yet.

Your thighs are then pushed upwards with Toji's large build in between your legs. Your legs are quickly pressed together and moved over the man's right shoulder before he wraps his bulky arm around them to keep them pressed to his chest.

You watch as his free hand moves to work his pants off, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling, and getting discarded to the side as you sit there catching your breath. You just barely catch a glimpse of the man's pants sliding down, his boxers following, and your breath freezes when he spreads your legs and the heavy feeling of his cock rests against your folds.

"S-Shit," You curse, your eyes go wide at the sight of what's in between your legs.

Toji's hands squeeze the underside of your thighs before pressing them up against your chest and folding your body in a way that makes you unable to have any control. His dick rubs between your wet folds, your slick wetting up his length and causing the man to let out a heavy breath.

You were so wet that you could hear the way your moisture spread all over his hard member, the sound extremely obscene and lewd. Neither of you had planned for things to go this way but neither of you was complaining, especially not as Toji finally started pushing himself into you.

Because of the soaked state of your sex, he should've slid right in but you were whining breathlessly as only the tip of his cock pushed into you. He was big, too big. Toji had that taunting smirk on his face the entire time he eased his cock into you, he could tell you were already struggling.

"Thought you could take it," He teases, "What happened?"

Your jaw falls as the tip of his cock nudges against your g-spot, you couldn't even say anything by that point and the man hadn't even started moving yet. Was he all the way in? No, but it damn sure felt like it.

"Ha-ah... ahh..." You moan softly, the sound being the only thing you could manage.

Toji slides his hips back and decides to punish you for your earlier claims of being able to handle him by quickly snapping his hips forward and thrusting every inch of his dick into you. The next moan that left those pretty lips of yours was louder than it should've been.

Something was felt in your core as you clenched around the man and his gaze drops down to where the two of you are connected, "No fuckin' way," Toji scoffs, "Fuckin' slut came all over me from one thrust?"

You move a hand over your mouth to conceal the whimper that leaves you in response. You'd been so worked up from before you came into the classroom and then the man had you riding on his thigh, of course you were going to cum as soon as he entered you.

"Mmmh... 'M s-sorry," You whisper stupidly, completely dazed by your arousal.

Toji chuckles and slides his hips back, "Don't be," His eyes are glued to the messy slick covering his cock, the sight making him twitch inside you, "Fuuuck, it's all messy now 'nd I didn't even do anything." He groans.

After that, the man stops toying with you. He's quick to shove every inch of himself right back into you, hearing the weak moans pour out of your mouth in response. Toji's pace is rough but slow at first, his gaze locked on the way your folds spread around his cock and how wet the sight is.

It was so lewd, such a naughty predicament-- a professor fucking one of his students over his desk. He practically had you in a mating press over the very area where he usually works.

"Oh fuck," The male groaned deeply.

The sound alone had your cunt fluttering around him, which was enough for him to give up on going slow. His weight presses into you as he leans over and your eyes meet his own just as he begins pistoning in and out of your sopping hole.

Even with your hand over your mouth, your moaning was still loud, "Hhnngh... a-aah... f-fuck, wait... mmgh..." You pleaded beneath your palm.

Toji scoffs at you with a smirk on his face, "Don't tell me to wait." He orders, "Fuckin' take it."

He started fucking into you with more vigor, squelching and skin-slapping sounds filling the room. If anyone were to press their ear to the classroom door, it would've been quite obvious what was going on but neither of you cared at that moment.

"You're... hah, ah, t-too b-big-, fuck." You stutter, words coming out broken in between his harsh thrusts.

His head tilts, "You wanted it though, mgh... Wanted' me to fuck you like this."

You couldn't do anything but continue to moan. Nothing could've prepared you for the way Toji started to pound down into you, groaning and grunting at the way your cunt clenched and squelched around his cock.

He suddenly shifts to the side a bit and starts fucking into at a different angle. You swear you're seeing stars by this point because the air was knocked right out of your lungs while Toji pounded every inch of himself into you. His tip was practically making out with your sweet spot, leaving you a moaning mess beneath him.

He drives you over the edge for a second time when he turns his head and suddenly kisses your leg, his soft lips pressing against your new lace stockings before he parts them and licks over the fabric.

"Dirty fuckin' girl," Toji degrades suddenly, "Having me lose myself like this, shit." He whispers against your leg.

Your hand steadily moves from your mouth and tears are soaking your eyelashes, "H-Harder," You choke out, "Fuck me harder."

The man blinks in disbelief and his hips stutter, "Harder?" He scoffs, "Alright then."

Before you have time to process, he's pulling out of you and manhandling your body. He flips you over so that your chest is pressed into the wood below and your ass is in the air. You feel his large hand push down into your back and force you into a mean arch for him.

With no time to process the sudden change, Toji rams himself right back into you. Your eyes cross at the feeling and drool is quick to well up in your mouth. His fat tip bullies into your g-spot all over again and you can feel your hips digging into the edge of the desk.

"F-Fu-uck.." You moan deliriously, once again coming undone in surprise.

Toji's hands go to your hips and he starts pulling you back to meet each of his harsh thrusts, "Take that shit'," He curses lowly, moving to give your ass one hard and loud slap, "Fuckin' slut."

Your pussy is just gushing around the man, eagerly sucking him right back in every time he pulls out. Nothing was quiet, everything was loud and filled the room. Toji didn't care for you to be quiet, he knew nobody could really hear anything unless they were up against the door listening.

"This is all you wanted, huh?" The man taunted you further, "Wanted me to bend you over my desk and fuck you like some kinda whore, hm?"

Your body jerks forward with his every thrust, "M-Mhm..."

Another slap on your ass is felt, "Use your fuckin' words."

"Aah, y-yes, mmh..." You cry out.

Toji moves a hand to the back of your neck and pulls you up off the desk for a second, "Yes what?"

Your eyes roll back, "Y-Yes sir,"

"Say it then," He continues, getting off on hearing the way you're struggling to form sentences. "Tell me this is what you wanted."

"M-Mmgh..." Your jaw goes slack and you're whimpering in between words. "T-This is what-, oh f-fuck... I wanted..." You barely manage out.

"Yeah? Wanted me deep inside you jus' like this, right?" Toji continues on, his voice right in your ear while he pounded into you.

You give a cockdrunk head nod in response, "Y-Yes sir, hah... wanted it s' bad..."

The male leans down and you feel his teeth suddenly latch onto your neck, making you gasp. You think you came again but you're not sure by this point, your mind is consumed with the pleasure Toji's providing for you and you shudder when he brings a hand around your body and pinches your clit.

"Ohmygod," You stammer, your brain reduced to complete mush as a lightheaded feeling weighs in on you.

Toji pushes his lips to your ear, "Cum on my cock one more time f'me," He orders. "You can do that, right? You're a big girl."

His thick fingers swat over your sensitive bud and your legs quake as you come undone just as he's told you to. You can't think straight, see straight, hell, you don't even know if you're breathing properly by this point.

Toji's scarred lips smile against you, "That's it, you're such a good fuckin' girl f'me."

His touch then grows gentle while he moves to hold your waist again, lightly pushing your body down and easing his cock in and out of you at a slower pace. Toji's eyes settle on the creamy sight of your cunt smothering his length and he groans loudly.

"Aagh..." He mutters, hands caressing your body before he pushes your skirt up and gets a full view of your ass. The man smiles before he grabs onto the fat and spreads it further apart so he can really see the thick mess he's made of you.

He watches your slick run over the veins of his cock, enamored by the lew sight of it and biting his lip at the view. "God damn, how many times did you cum... fuck." He sighs.

You're too out of it to respond and Toji simply scoffs. It's slow the way he pulls out of you and empties himself onto your ass. Your legs are still shaking and your breathing is all over the place.

You obviously can't see your face but you're beyond fucked out and you've got drool and tears running down your face. You remain still for a while, trying to collect yourself from what the hell you just did while Toji begins moving to clean all evidence up.

He's quick to wipe the two of you off with some tissues he had in one of the nearby drawers and you even hear the man chuckling as he wipes your essence off the floor. You had quite literally made a complete mess.

Toji soon gives your ass a playful tap, "You gettin' up anytime soon?"

You shake your head, "C-Can't..."

"Can't?" He chuckles, "What, you can't stand up?"

"No." You mumble.

Toji finds your current state cute. "No? C'mon, yes you can."

"No... I can't." You argue back.

"Lemme see you try."

You let out a groan and move to push yourself up. Your legs have a slight shake to them but you manage to stand up. Turning your head back to the man, you pout, "My fucking l-legs hurt."

"Awh," He mocks your facial expression, "You're the one who said you could handle me."

You roll your eyes and grab a nearby tissue to wipe the mess off your face.

Toji chuckles, "Don't be a brat or we're goin' for round two."

You freeze and cut your eye at the man, "...Fuck off."

He shakes his head in disbelief, "And she wants to be a brat anyway." He sighs, "Y'know, I won't be so nice next time."

"You were being nice?" You ask dumbfoundedly.

"Of course I was." Toji hums.

You simply shake your hand at the man and start straightening yourself up to the best of your ability. He watches you for a minute up until you get to the stupid buttons on your shirt that started this whole thing.

Toji walks up to you again and swats your hands away to fix it. You notice how he buttons up your shirt with ease this time and that's when you realize he purposefully didn't fix it earlier.

"You sly bastard," You whisper in a playful banter underneath your breath.

Toji smirks and leans down to you, turning his head so that your lips are to his ear, "What was that?" He tests.

You grit your teeth and decide not to repeat yourself.

He scoffs and leans back up, "That's what I thought."

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The two of you finish cleaning up and Toji helps you out of the room. There's no one in the hallways and you're thankful for that up until you hear someone call your name from behind.

You'd been resting your head on Toji's arm and holding onto him slightly to help yourself walk until you heard the sound.

Your heart had sunk to your toes and you wondered how the hell you were going to explain the way you looked right now.

Turning back slowly, you meet eyes with none other than Choso Kamo.

He seems concerned as he approaches you and the professor, "I thought I recognized you," Choso says casually.

You lean your head off of Toji's large arm and swallow, "Hi Choso," You greet as normally as you can.

He raises a brow, "You okay? What happened?"

"Uhm," Your eyes go to Toji for a split second and he simply looks eager to hear how you're going to explain why you're leaning on him. "My legs gave out on me and Mr. Fushiguro was helping me." You lie all too smoothly, "I'm fine though-"

"I can help you from here," Choso offers, glancing at the man beside you, "If that's alright."

Toji shrugs and Choso's quick but careful to move an arm around your waist and pull you close to him. Your heart is out of control right now and you seriously think you're going to pass out any second now due to your nerves.

"How'd your legs give out?" Choso asks.

"I've been really busy today and uh," You avoid his eyes, "It's that time of the month so..."

Toji can't help the quiet laugh that leaves him, "Kamo, take good care of her." He says before turning and leaving the two of you.

Choso nods in response and watches as the professor disappears down the hall. After which, his eyes go straight to you. "Shouldn't you be lying down or something then?" He asks.

"Well, I... I had class. Being on my period doesn't give me a pass, silly." You sigh.

Choso blinks, "You couldn't skip one day...? I'm sure Mr. Fushiguro wouldn't have cared. And wait," His eyes narrow at you, "You're a Psych major, why are you taking an economics class?"

"Long story." You hum. "I'll explain later."

For a second, he stares. He's studying the state of your face closely, taking in every little detail. "Alright well, you look like you're about to fall over so, can I take you home?"

Your eyes finally meet his, "Something tells me that even if I say no, you're gonna do it anyways."

"I am." Choso chuckles.

"Then yeah, you can take me home." You utter softly.

The man starts helping you walk down the rest of the halfway and out of the building, his hand supportively latched onto your waist the entire time.

As the two of you make it outside, Choso walks you to his car and your eyes widen a little. The man drives an all-black Mustang GT and god damn the way the car just fits him.

In the middle of your admiration, Choso leans too close to your ear unintentionally, "Do you have cramps?"

"Huh, what?" You blink.

"Are you cramping right now?" He clarifies.

"Uh, yeah kinda." You lie again, nearly forgetting what you'd told him.

He nods, "Alright, I think I have pain meds but I'm not sure if it'll help."

Yep. You're one hundred percent falling for this man. You're not even actually on your period but fucking hell, Choso is so boyfriend material that it hurts that you're unsure if things would work out with him.

You find yourself dazed as you stare at his face while he unlocks his car and moves to open the door. Once his door is open, he looks at you and furrows his brows.

"What?" Choso asks, wondering why you're staring at him so intently.

Part of you wanted to say that you think you're in love with him but maybe you're brain is still mushy because of Toji...

"Thank you," You whisper.

He doesn't know why but his heart feels a little weird, "No problem." Choso says back, quickly snatching his eyes off you before he loses himself.

Oh, you're so fucked. As he seats you in his car and soon drives you home, you find yourself stuck in your brain.

This whole thing is terrible...

You definitely like Choso. You and Geto have slept with each other more times than you think you should've. You just fucked a professor. You still have other guys to seduce. And Gojo Satoru is still an asshole.

By the time you get home and part from Choso, you feel like you want to cry again. Had it not been for this stupid list, you probably could've asked Choso out by now. You could've been in a happy relationship and had no problems to worry about, aside from getting a job and having money of course.

As you shut your apartment door, you tipped your head forward and groaned.

"Fuck." You hate everything right now.

How do you fix it? How do you get yourself out of this? What can you do to give yourself a positive outcome??

"Someone seems stressed," A voice points out from somewhere behind you.

You think your eye twitches at the sound alone and you get angry all too quickly.

It's none other than Gojo Satoru; the man to blame for your current unhappiness.