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aestheteanime · 1 year

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awkward things they've done during sex | jjk

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro toji, kamo choso

cw: f.reader, oral (f-receiving), cervix fucking, mentions of dumbification, choking, fingering, tiddie sucking, temperature play, anal (very minimally)

nsfw 18+

gojo satoru

accidentally called out the wrong name while fucking the absolute shit out of you

it's not like it was an ex or maybe even another friend of yours, oh no

he called out his own name

like full on moaned it while trying to talk dirty

"fuck, satoru," you whine feeling satoru's hand push your head further into the soft sheets of the bed beneath you. his cock rams into you at an unrelenting pace, twitching slightly as your tight walls suck him back in after each thrust.

satoru's breath fans your neck as he pulls you up to press your back flush against his chest, hand snaking up your throat. "feel good, pretty?" his voice is low, tickling your ear with each word as his fingers tighten against the sides, cutting off your airway and making you lightheaded, dizzy almost. and he just watches, staring at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.

you let out a shaky moan as he releases his grip slightly, arching your back as he ruts into you deeper, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly at the new angle. "'m gonna cum, satoru," you warn, gasping as his free hand finds your clit, fingers pinching at the sensitive bud. the action send jolts of pleasure racing through your body, slowly pushing you further and further towards the edge.

the man behind you groans, forehead burying into your neck and picking up his pace. he doesn't need your warning, he knows you're close with the way your cunt clenches around him, breathing turning to gasps. "a-ah 'toru."

you freeze, the knot in your stomach immediately subsiding as you slowly turn your head to face him. "d... did you just?" your eyebrows furrow, eyes widening as he shoots his load in your warm cunt. "satoru!"

he stops, flinching as he hears the urgency in your voice. "y-yeah," he coughs awkwardly. "i did."

nanami kento

was eating you out, as the good boyfriend he is

and he wanted to try something new, something a little... cold

he put an ice cube in his mouth and while he was going down on you, pushed it against you with his tongue

and then it slipped in

like all the way in

nanami's tongue pushes flat against your opening, ripping moan after moan from your whiny voice. the ice in his mouth presses sharply against your clit, the cold sensation sending vibrations of pleasure throughout your body.

the contrast of kento's warm mouth against your freezing, throbbing cunt sends your head whirling, breathing turning to shaky, hushed gasps. "s-so good, ken."

a chuckle erupts from his throat and the sensation makes you shiver against him. "yeah?" he teases, ice slipping past his lips.

you want to savor the feeling, how hot he feels lapping at your cunt despite the coldness of the ice. it's addicting, and the added water dripping against your burning bodies only makes the noises coming from nanami even more lewd. however, before he has time to readjust, your hips shift, pushing the ice cube further against you. a small yelp escapes your lips as your hand anchors in nanami's hair, pulling roughly at the locks. "it just went in," wide eyes stare back at yours as panic washes over his features.

"i'm so sorry baby, that was my fault," he apologizes, eyes filled with worry at the thought of you being uncomfortable. "do you... want me to try to get it out?" he asks hesitantly, feeling your grip in his hair loosen before sitting up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"uhh, i mean it's gotta melt sometime. do you just wanna keep going?"

geto suguru

backshots— his favorite position

and he was going HARD

halfway through he accidentally pulled out all the way

and when attempting to keep up the pace and rhythm, he tried to slip it back in in one thrust

he missed and his dick went in your ass

the squelching noises are embarrassingly loud as suguru mercilessly grinds his hips against you. one hand grips the flesh of your ass, fingers turning your skin red, while the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling roughly at the locks.

it hurts. it's hard to breathe and it's nearly impossible to squirm. with the way your back is arched for him, you can only take solace in the fact that your laying in your stomach, body nearly flush against the bed, as opposed to your hands and knees. and suguru's pace is fast. cock hammering your cervix so hard you gasp every time he pushes in.

the hand in your hair slides down your back and wraps around your front, fingers sliding through your pussy before finding your clit.

the sudden sensation makes you jolt, pleasure pooling between your legs, making it easier for suguru to pump in and out. "su-" you whimper, barely audible as he picks up speed.

suguru just replies with an moan of your name, head spinning from the feeling of your walls tightening around him. it doesn't stop him from accidentally pulling out completely though, and with a frustrated whine you wiggle your hips, mentioning for him to fill you back up.

and he does.

you nearly scream at the feeling of suguru's cock entering your ass. the shear force itself could split you in two— let alone toppled with how big he was. you felt your soul leave your body.

when he pulls out, your ass burns. tears almost force themselves down your cheeks and onto the bed when suguru asks if you're alright.

you say you're done for the night.

fushiguro toji

toji is a man who will do it anywhere

the bed, the kitchen, the wall, in public

but one of his favorite places in the shower

except it's a little hard to orgasm when you keep slipping out of his hold

the slippery wall is cold on your back, especially compared to the hot water hitting your side. your skin is burnt red, and if it wasn't already so hot in the room you'd probably steam floating off your bodies.

and yet your core feels hotter than the water. with the way toji's fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, along with the way his tip continually rubs up against that sweet spot, your toes curl with each thrust.

your fingers curl through his wet hair, tangling the dark locks as his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. "s-shit," you stutter, mind scrambling to find the right words to say to keep him going. if you knew any better, you'd say he was fucking you dumb.

his tongue glides along the new bruise he left behind, a stifled moan escaping his lips. that seems to only make you all the more desperate for him to split you open, and you find yourself using his shoulders to bounce yourself in time with him. another moan, this time louder, erupts from the man beneath you, and you feel him lose all composure.

however tight of a grip you thought toji had on you, it wasn't tight enough. in one swift motion your ass makes contact with the floor, a loud smack ringing through the bathroom walls. your tailbone screaming in pain as toji stares down at you, horrified.

the water above you hits the top of your head as you reach an arm out for the man to help you up, to which he eagerly does. yet toji's expression has lost all concern as he bursts out into laughter, hand gliding over the soft skin of your ass to massage it. "you alright?"

kamo choso

this happened the first time you guys fucked and he vouched to never let it happen again

it's safe to say choso has not been around the block a few times

if ever

so how the hell was he supposed to know you wanted him to make some sort of noise while you two were doing it?

it wasn't awkward at the start. with the way choso's lips viciously attacked yours, swallowing every one of your sweet moans, you could've sworn he was more than experienced in bed. his fingers knew all the right spots, his tongue kept you coming back for more, and yet he never uttered a single word.

choso's fingers glide through your folds with ease, the tips teasingly prodding at your entrance as his thumb pushes back the hood of your clit. so entranced at the way your walls attempt to suck him in, he can barely feel your fingers curl through his hair. yet he's quick to understand where you want him to be, mouth latching to your sensitive tit, tongue kitten-licking the hardened bud as his cock pushes up against your thigh. he's rock hard, yet as his mindlessly sucks at your chest, his fingers begin circling your clit.

jolts of pleasure pool at his fingers, a soft mewl escaping your lips as you pull his face up to meet yours. "want your cock," you mumble. "please, cho."

choso doesn't answer, instead pulling away and shifting to move above you, eagerly lining his dick up with your entrance. and it's a stretch, but even with the way your soft walls flutter around him, he's silent, watching intently at the way you wince at his size.

"fuck, cho-" you barely manage to get out. but he doesn't response, not even with a grunt. and that pisses you off. so you decide to play along.

your hips swivel against him, and the way his brows furrow in pleasure doesn't go unnoticed. yet instead of moaning, he bites his bottom lip, concealing any type of sound. the way his arms trap you beneath him, his face oh-so-close to your ear, you thought you'd be able to hear some type of whine. but not even a shaky breath leaves him.

this game wasn't lasting long for you— you knew that from the start. not with the way he somehow knows exactly how to grind into you throbbing cunt, skin rubbing perfectly against your clit. and every moan you let out only embarrasses you more— and the now awkward sound of skin slapping skin makes you wonder if he's even enjoying himself.

but he does finish, before you, in fact. and it's not until once your both cuddling, nearly asleep, that you bring it up.

"hey so, about earlier."

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getodrools · 4 months

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𐙚 DRUNK IN LOVE. VARIOUS J. KAISEN! — in which, getting tipsy with your boyfriend is fun! especially when your eyes begin to glaze over with a little need…

PAIRINGS. bf! gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso x f! reader

| 𝓲. | MDNI ৎ୭ separate smut. hcs and pov. dub con (only cuz both parties are drunk/tipsy) but this is all consensual sex. GOJO: dry humping, spanking, premature cumshot/creampie, he's whiney. GETO: public/bathroom sex, cunnilingus, squirting, he eats it from the back, almost anal? (oops!), he gets nasty. NANAMI: shower sex, cock warming, marking. TOJI: public/car sex, belly bulge, cervix fucking, pussy spanking, fingering. CHOSO: scent kink, dry humping, breeding, it's the curse in him istg, he's also vv whiney.

WORD COUNT –> est 2.4k+

໒꒰ྀི｡•̀ᴗ-꒱ྀི 🗞 OK OK i was obv listening to bae and was rlly inspired to write this ♡ it's kinda sappy and rlly horne ;o

⟡ | SATORU GOJO!

you both know he is a lightweight! gojo can't handle a single shot without tipping a little off to the side… gojo is always extra playful when he gets cold on rocks. he'd giggle and swoon easily – or try to annoy you and make you flustered more than he was before he'd start to mumble off… haggard and glued to you with nimble ideas spontaneously popping in his head, and you'd catch the bright flicker in his blue hues…

it's unavoidable once that switch blows off -- he's unavoidable when crapulous thoughts begin to brew.

gojo has a more dewy glow, almost sweating when he'd start to feel his cock growing in tight confines with little room – embarrassing for someone like him… he'd start to twitch and not just his hands. it'd make his cheeks kiss with a soft pink and pretty eyes to hood low when blood rushed faster the longer he gazed at you. he'd lean back, a little more relaxed with limbs more loose; legs spreading wider, and arms flinging over a shoulder and chair as if all hopes weren't on his own.

but oh, that damn tilt he'd sweep his head down with was evil! he'd peek right over at you through heavy lashes as his hair would cascade like it was payed, even a lose smirk annoyingly pokes at you… gojo couldn't help but squeeze at himself playfully when he'd try to bite at his lip, but the smile growing was unmeasurably too mischievous to hold back when you'd play along...

oh. this was horny sex.

your chest was mashed straight into the first wall of your house – the walk back from your usual date night was just as nasty; he couldn't stop poking and slapping at your ass all the way through… – now sandwiched as his own was pinned into your back, melting right into you, even spiked breath panting at the shell of your ear you could taste… it was sticky.

gojo kept himself stapled against you with no simple movement – it was a burning rub between you both. with his prodding dick meat bulging from his pant leg to the globes of your ass was like a hungry fly in honey. embraced so tightly he'd wind his hips in sync with yours to keep at it, mirroring you as hands fumble to dig at the soft curvature of your hips; squeezing before roving down the valley of your legs.

between fleshy thighs until rough fingers prodded at your wet and exposed lips. gojo chuckled roughly, and without being gentle he started to rub the sensitive skin.

“wanna… 'm gonna fuck you so — hard.” the little shimmy you poke your ass out with in response was like cables to a car, to his engines firing off – giving you a mean swat. gasping between succinct sensations; his free hand was pinching through the front of your dress, hooking a finger beneath to toy at the puffy hood of your clit… pleasure riding close with delicious ache; still all while the other would drag welts across supple skin.

his kisses were dragging; tongue lapping sloppily against the side of your face with soft lips and almost teeth following. anything after was a subtle shift of piling hot need…

booting your legs further open to pry intentions. your cocktail dress was frilled over your ass. the cold air helped your buzz but the wwhiplash of fat meat irresistibly prodding at your sopping hole tinkered something else in your brain…

he was quick.

he felt thicker as he hotdogged himself between perk your ass. he was eager.

if you could give a peek over your shoulder to see the oozing bulbous tip, you would, and drool… but satoru kept his head at your temple, cheek to cheek, mushing right against you like he was stuck. the wall in front of you seemed to do the same, yet cooled off burning skin as you clung to it.

whispering sweet nothings, “hheeh, i’m cummingg.” gojo chuckled, almost bantering into a whine as battered spunk ribbons out across ridden flesh; hips jutting and without second thought he was dipping his tip between the slippery folds of your cunt. cum still oozing and pushing into you.

your hips rock and your sopping pussy clenches. uttering out long symbols of incoherent spews.

you could feel all of him; tipsy or not, he always filled you up, but inch through inch now felt deeper, practically feeling his hot knot warming you up.

gojo fucked right up into you ‘'til you both gave out – pulling at your arms through orgasm after another… you'd dog at each other until sunrise. clothes lost, and living room torn, and the dining wall stained with your lipstick and sweat prints of your figure…

⟡ | SUGURU GETO!

suguru can handle a few tall glasses before his bangs start to stick to his face. his hair would fall loosely and he'd run lithe fingers through it; flip it to the side, part it, twist it, even tuck some behind his ear – he looks like a nervous schoolgirl when he's buzzed! it's a small safe haven for him – noticing how he can't help but trace along your skin too and squeeze at for reassurance, seeming that's what he craves in a state like this…

he's unusually quiet but just as annoying; tilting his head, hair would fall right over his face but that doesn't stop him from smothering you with kisses. he thinks he looks like a prince kissing his princess – embarrassingly trying to be romantic with lopsided jokes and corny pickup lines. only covering them up with battering doe eyes.

suguru’s eyes tend to lay low and when he'd settle from the first stage of being tipsy – the giggling, the fun… he'd sit with a deep stare. he looks like he's pondering heavily as legs are sprawled wide across from you, and roven jet hair curtaining over most delicate, glowing features. it's soft at first glance; his brows winding up and lips pouting makes him look gentle, but sunken eyes fire off a different disguise… he'd stare at you intently but his lips would curl invitingly — well more of the bulge prodding between bouncing thighs...

it'd make you nervous – a powerful man like him would make anyone nervous. but you knew that feral gaze. it was a killer, and he knew it sparked you up too, a signal for the go, and one move was all you needed to be pounced on. he gets filthy when you gave him the cue.

“getoo... someone is goiing to see.” your hand squeezes at that one playing a dangerous game between your legs, and yet you spread them just a little wider…

too many people crowd the pleasant restaurant geto took you to for a few drinks – nothing more, he said… now his fingers lock into a hook right up your pussy beneath the table. the drinks and plates crowd at the table too, almost hidden in a leather, private booth but your faces were quite the contrary… you bat a worried look but it quickly sulks into a pinch; your eyes shut and lips squeeze in, sucking up that moan threatening to spill out.

suguru slurs. he yearns to feel your cunt sucking him up you right now, almost whining over it… you were right though, no doubt, he was—is making a scene the longer his tongue lapped at your neck like a dog… but it's all he was thinking about; spreading your pussy wide between his fingers – it's such a sight he adores, his eyes even flutter close and chin rests at your shoulder just to image it while your folds silk around him as he plunges working hands beneath your dress.

“heh, ‘s… ‘s ok… -- then let's go somewhere no one— heh, can…” the rogue hics…

. . .

“oh my god— suguru!” your eyes peel back wide as those teasing hands now smash down on your two doughy globes; spreading the supple skin wide just for himself.

he hums and his tongue doesn't hesitate to slide right between them.

your spine shivers at the slime delving between your puffy folds; the swirling of his wet muscle pokes in and flicks up – fucking you raw with his tongue. hot breath sticks to your skin and he almost gasps forgetting to breathe himself, too lost in lapping up the sticky web clinging to your sopping cunt.

you hold dear to the stall with one hand as the other locks a good chunk of hair at the back of his head. you groan as you mush his face closer ‘til the point of his nose tickles at your perk hole. suguru didn't need help but it was hot how needy you were, and it fired him right off the ecstasy cliff.

your eyes pop open wide, feeling him filthy glide up and around and past your perk hole… this was virtuously him, drunk and eating your ass in a bathroom stall… and it was making his dick stiffer by the second.

he bit at the tender flesh, gave it a jiggle, and went back in for more.

suguru knows all he needed was his working mouth to make you fall pliant. you know that too, already feeling your stomach coiling the longer he kept at it; his pace was frantic, yet knew where exactly to set a frenzy.

clapping a hand over your ridden mouth, your knees hook inward and your heart jumps. cunt quivering around nothing in desperate need, he pops a finger in just to feel you spasm… glistening a stream down the strong of his forearm you both pant.

heavy breaths escaped your mouth in short, quick gasps — in rough timing with the movements of your boyfriend continuing to fondle every inch behind you… suguru spat out a wad of spit; adding to the mess, sloppy as is, he tracks it and slurps it back up. the squelching and bubbles foaming echoed as he tongued harder past all your sopping openings, up your spine, and to the soft curvature of your neck.

“wow-- suguru… you're so— oh!” the tall brunette giggles and taps his cock head at your perk, now messy hole.

your hand instinctively grabs at his base, “oh–! not in a… bathroom… y-you wish.” he's too big, and you're too drunk to deal with such a mighty stretch at the moment…

“w-when we-- we get home… sit on my dick? then– please?” geto whines.

⟡ | KENTO NANAMI!

nanami will sip… and sip… and continue to sip on his “only one glass.” ‘til he notices that said glass has now turned into five – somehow. he can't keep up with himself! having such a strong subconscious of being responsible and yet, you'd still have to try to swat at his hands when he'd reach to pour another thinking he can pay attention himself! (he just feels extra relaxed with you is all).

nanami tends to get tipsier than flat-out drunk and when he does, he's surprisingly more laid back. a damper smile fading into features and more hand movement when he rambles on about life. never about work, or anything burdening his spirit – only just between you both. he'd fall pliant into you with future thoughts… he gets sappy.

his tie loosens up and a few buttons are popped from his suit, even his signature glasses get folded and stuffed somewhere. the more content he gets, the more he feels the atmosphere; he'd start to let it sink in, watching and admiring details more finely – like your beauty flaunting up front or to your little giggles – it all relaxes him.

he'd admire sometimes too hard. the liquor catching up. and he'd probably put his glasses back on to hide the droop and hard stare, but they'd steam up as his body does… nanami always gets extra hot when it would burn down his throat, even goring eyes to doe, blonde hair now getting shaggy out from its soft gel, and even his cock gets stiffer than a wedding dick…

“don't fall!” you shout with a giggle as your naked bodies slip around in soap, fondling ever so closely.

“only for you.” nanami almost rolls his eyes at his own line but you suck it right up with a bright smile, just how your cunt sucks his cock right up, warming his base with a sort of adore.

it's been a night, and nanami brought the idea up – a romantic. delicious home-cooked food and a few glasses of wine, tipsy and giggly, now playing around in the shower after a long night, soapy and just as giggly… and with sexes warming each other was just the cherry at the top.

your back presses firm into the marble walls and he doesn't let you worry about the rest of yourself; cradling your lower half close with a strong grip at your thighs that hook around the small of his waist. nanami planted himself between the sweet heat of your legs, bucking a slow rhythm in and out of your cunt, sometimes burying a little too deep your head almost crashes with his…

oh, you both were feeling this… the music from earlier still playing in the living room chants shallowly into the bathroom, both of you were tipsy and just together laughing, fucking raw and loving, cleaning each other through kisses too… content and full, you purr.

“you're so… beautiful. you are like-- no words can explain… you're so—” he was turning red like a little girl. he gets so bubbly when liquor rides his system, but it's softening to see this overwrought man finally loosened up...

“you too.” you're gentle with him… a soft rock in your hips rides up to his pelvis and down to his base. the pudgy walls sucking him in makes the blonde groan, even his head falls snug between the welcoming of your shoulder and neck. pecking ever so gently…

your soapy hands feather up and down nanami’s broad back as stiff dick-meat fills you up. spongey folds slurping wetly around the fat crown adorning your womanhood with a sudden pace – unhurried but enough to feel every nth inch pressing deeply into you.

exactly how this moment intended it to get.

his cock pumps with a soft throb, almost in sync with your walls clenching around him then and here… kento goes on to rock his hips, dragging out achingly longer than intended; too lost in the lodge of his cock stuffing your cunt full when he'd nudge himself right back in – firmly embedding nth throbbing inches of thick pale flesh into your sopping cunt…

“yeah…” he smothers close to you.

biting down a baring mark at your shoulder, you giggle at the sharp teeth skimming at your skin, “don't eat me now.” he hucks a chuckle with you, and he just might the way you cling to him.

“don't tempt me, sweetheart…” nanami still buzzed with a fizz in his brain, seeing how he drooped a nimble smile at you.

panting, his breath fans at the plump of your cheek, whispering sweet nothings as the flow of water trickles between your clashing bodies. a slosh began the longer he kept at it. he nibbles at your bottom lip, playing idly with nimble tongues, and he bucks up into you ‘till the warm water fogged the mirrors…

⟡ | TOJI FUSHIGURO!

you joke how he just might get a beer belly the way he can chug down a liter… and toji would joke right back and still chug another down, again. the older fushiguro doesn't drink much but when he does and has the chance to, he's like an irish man lonely in a pub. he's looking for fun mostly.

toji grumbles, a lot. he’d keep his head locked between stiff shoulders and peer down at his glass, mumbling on about something and anything. he's a brute, cold-stoned usually, sometimes playful… --playful?! he has a set of damn dirty paws on him when he's drinking, and he's fully aware how nasty he can and does get.

toji keeps his tongue playing at his scar when he looks at you; sweat beading at his hairline, and hair itself jostled around almost spiked and fluffed. he looks more haggard than normal; more scruffy and gruff, his build tensing up yet it shamelessly suits him when he hackles. it's manly. and it turns you on. it turns him on that your turned on.

toji has a foul mouth on him too. he gets more verbal, a little more daring with you. almost like his dick is doing all the thinking for instead. even getting bold by mocking to put a baby in you…

toji knew that look. it was more heavier than usual, no less burning. you flaunted it across the bar after a few shots deep into your fun date night, and he couldn't help but drag you outside to fix it.

“toji!” you slur with a pitch. hands slapping around at the windows and legs kicking at the roof… he would've fucked you just as hard over the bar table if he could right then and there, but you both settled into his truck not too far — in the parking lot off the side…

toji pushes his cock deep into you with a force – a kind of drunken power that makes him forget he's a strong man—too strong to just pound into you like a flesh toy… almost breaking a pelvis, he steadies your legs above your head and onto his shoulders, forcing a thick print to knot up. the bulge of his cock-head bashes right against your perk cervix when he found a good footing on the back seat.

struggling to fit his nth-inch bitch breaker into the vice of your cunt, you practically howl. this was a horny, raw fuck… the small space reeked with pure sex the longer you huffed into each other's mouths and it almost added to the high…

the sheer milk creaming and rolling down the thick shaft he pumps with was quickly swallowed up once more as he buried himself back in, stuffing you to the hilt. the car shook on its tires and the windows blurred.

pressing all the way into your guts, you felt lightheaded under the pressure of it all. cunt being abused from below, the jabbing of each inch of his hulking slab of dick-meat at a time deepened — movements in urgency as he worked your pussy wide. you tried your best to work with him, rolling your hips and raising them in time with his jagged gyrations but he held you down. sawing into your slit with haste.

booze impaired your judgment, no doubt, so you didn't notice the figure hovering at the window…

“hey! get outta here with that, you fucking animals!” the owner of the bar tapped his knuckles at the glass. it made you scream, flinch, and huddle into toji’s arm. toji himself didn't move, cock still firm and buried in you... but, he groaned – the audacity to interrupt his session with you, and he looks up; his face pearling with sweat, lips parted and panting, eyes low, not even snapping wide at the owner.

he pops himself out and the owner himself flinched, looking away quickly from the sheer mass dangling between your legs.

‘holy fuck, what. she takes all that?…’

. . .

you giggle into your hands and toji himself gave what happened a good chuckle as he drove off…

“nah, nono... don't think we're done.” toji keeps one hand firm at the steering wheel as the other finds itself back between your legs; slapping them open to give your pussy a good spank before popping a haste finger in. you groan and twist at the electric grope tingling up your spine.

the force of pumping his fingers into you lead to an instinctive bodily reaction, “pretty pussy still wet f’me.” he groans with you, missing the warmth you coated him with. his mouth waters and cock still twitches, but now it aches in tight confines… blue balled in his own damn car… feeling his balls spring up so tightly, ready to just pop, now his groin was left tense and waiting hungrily.

still tipsy and giggly – though he always has had a set of paws when it came to you… so, every stop sign and red light, his fingers played harder between your legs ‘till you both got home… finally left uninterrupted.

⟡ | CHOSO KAMO!

when choso drinks (which is rarely) he is always bound to get tipsy, never flat-out drunk. he enjoys a casual glass of wine here and there, especially when it's only you two. he feels a lot safer near someone (you) who he trusts to see him in such a ridden state.

but he only drinks with you because he knows (you both evidently know) how he can and does get. a sort of “you are women. i am man. we sex.” primal sense kicks into him like a dog. his body is constantly reminding him he has a dick and you have a sopping pussy he could dip right into. he's just meant to pop its knot into you and when he's boozed off the rocks it's all he could think of. it's like the curse in him trying to come out and the liquor riding through his system doesn't help – in his moral case.

choso peaks through fallen bangs; his hair lets loose and gorges into a mess. his eyes burn, almost a cry coming from him. he gets desperate and sweaty, a sort of glow than his usual sulk marinates at his features instead. he paces a little too, the alcohol swimming in his blood makes him shift around a lot; legs spreading open and closing or tapping together, his shoulders dropping, back straightened or hunched, and even to his hands try hard to keep off from you but they never seem to anyways.

choso is usually tame, quiet, and bordering on innocent with high care for his family. but he can become brutally honest. no matter how hard he tries to act fully human, that hard liquor always punches his curse straight in the face and breaks it out of him. as if that's all he ever was. every time. he'd tell you everything, to secrets, to stupid jokes, or how hard you get him, and how badly he needs to flip this table over and fuck you widely until your full.

your hips roll in a slow rhythm, sometimes catching the bump in choso’s pants between your legs...

cruising your clothed cunt against the bare skin of pale thick meat, it was almost antagonizing the way you played with him… lacey panties thin enough to feel your slick ooze through and gloss his shaft, even feeling lips kiss at the soft skin that rolls up and hides his bulbous, blushing tip every time you press against him—teasing him.

his eyes sulk and he left his mouth hanging, “wanna… stuff you… let me cum in you, please.” he needed to, it's where his cum belonged! he could feel his balls pushing up to burp spunk through the crown of his cock. it was aching now.

you've been at this for a while. about nine songs in and two full bottles left empty… enough with the teasing! his cock too hard to be ignored any longer. all the teasing you sauntered around with as liquor poured down your throats added to the fury. choso couldn't take you grinding on his cock anymore, he needed to feel you in this very moment.

that smell, that look. this is who he wanted. right now.

almost a chivalrous code – his cock throbs twice and the warmth of his body pulsing against yours, too close for a drunken curse to not want to lash out then and there… your pretty lips went to whisper out to him, but arms longer than you remembered swoop in like steel talons around your waist; sinking in fast with lithe fingers into your ribs and crushing your body flat into the couch with the haste of swiftness.

he was left on top now. you can see the dark stars in his eyes twinkling past sticking hair. your cunt clenched, feeling her purr with a need catching how he seethed above you hungrily.

choso’s own anchored you down quickly before you could react – his weight-gaining pressure to keep you still from wriggling beneath him, yet you still tempted him, like usual; limbs tossling in fevor and breath gasping into sunken moans.

“please…” choso humped against you raw; his cock clanging against your thighs like a church bell.

you peck at his lips, letting him shift your panties off to the side with a hooked finger. finally. he almost lets out the cutest whine too, sweating as he dips himself in slowly, yet surely.

the stretch was deliciously blissful. he angled his hips just right to make a smooth way; gummy walls sucking him in invitingly. he filled you up quickly, your walls to their hilt and your naked frame dragged beneath his. sharp and working into you snugly with a rhythm that let him soak this in before his greed began to consume him – or maybe it was the liquor overriding his system… or the breeding instinct in him kicking in…

either one, choso jackhammered down and deep into the spongy, tight walls of your cunt. your lips curl and open wide, panting out his name in a frantic frenzy.

“so warm.” his words lick up the nape of your neck – gliding the slick muscle to your temple and settling a keen kiss to your head, “‘s-- you want my cum? huh… tell me…” his own inclines and sweeps in; pressing hot mouths together firmly, deepening the wet kiss with the same ease, with a deeper, more lustful lock…

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Introduction: New Friends

pairing: toji x afab reader (used y/n in the fic)

content: jjk college au, fluff, a bit nonsensical, a little suggestive (like <1%)

kinda proofread already hehe

chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five

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“hey y/n!”, Shoko waved eagerly at you from a cafeteria table, Utahime sitting next to her munching on a yakitori skewer.

“i can’t believe we have a quiz in 2 weeks, the term literally just started,” she complained as you plonked down on your seat. “tell me about it,” you sighed. you met Shoko and Utahime at your first class of the new school term, being unable to find an empty seat when you reached the lecture (because you woke up late - recurring life theme here) and your eyes darted around frantically until Utahime gave a teeny hand signal from the far side of the room. you rushed to the chair sheepishly as professor Yaga narrowed his eyes at you.

“thanks so much, i owe you one!” you exclaimed in a hushed tone, taking out the nuggets that you grabbed from the fast food place near the dorms. you threw two in your mouth and offered the rest to them - they had the most grateful look on their faces since they didn’t have lunch beforehand. a bond was immediately forged.

“let’s try to do better this term, Shoko - your grades need a bump if you wanna apply for that exchange programme next year,” Utahime reminded. Shoko grunted while taking a huge bite of her onigiri as you smiled. “i’ll try to help out, i’m somewhat of a nerd,” you offered, causing them to chuckle as you slurped on your iced tea.

“oop, here come the guys,” Shoko pointed.

you turned and noticed six extremely tall and burly men approaching your table. your stomach churned slightly as your eyes trailed up to their faces - how is it legal to look this good? and why were they all so fit? from the corner of your eye, you saw a few heads turn as they walked by.

“oooh Utahime, whatcha eating? save some for me, i haven’t had anything since breakfast,” the white-haired boy whined, tilting his tinted glasses down and putting an arm around her, who looked visibly irritated by his existence. Shoko just chuckled at the sight. you noticed his piercing blue eyes which quickly darted to meet yours.

“who’s this pretty girl? i can’t imagine she’s your friend - you only hang out with duds - no offense, Shoko,” he inquired curiously, moving his face closer to yours as you tried to maintain your composure as he eyed you up and down. “go away, Gojo!” Utahime pushed his face away. “her name’s y/n, she’s our new friend,” replied Shoko. “y/n, these are our friends from high school - you can ignore Satoru though, i’ve just deemed him irrelevant to our lives,” she waved Satoru off and he gave her a quick pout before turning his attention back to you.

“very nice to meet you, y/n! looking forward to getting to know you better!” he was dangerously close to your face and gave you a flirty wink (ahh, he’s one of those guys). you stood your ground and kept your eyes on him. he seemed intrigued by your unwavering gaze. you smiled calmly, “i’m looking forward too, Satoru - i’m sure we’ll be great friends.” his eyes widened and he nodded slowly. “well, since we’re doing introductions…” he dragged one of the boys closer to him.

“this is Suguru! Kento! Ryomen! Choso! and Toji!”, he excitedly pointed to each boy as he introduced them, each of them side-eyeing him but softening their gaze when they looked at you and gave you a slight nod.

you smiled at each of them but stared a bit longer, in particular, at the last person who was introduced. his deep green eyes stared back with a greater intensity than the rest, and your eyes lingered on his face a bit longer. that was when you saw a deep scar trailing at the corner of his lips which made him look so much hotter and rugged, and you wondered how he got it… you quickly looked away towards the others. okay, yeah, he’s the hottest one. your heart was beating a bit too loudly and you unwittingly pressed your thighs together.

“nice to meet all of you!” you beamed sweetly. they seemed to be impressed by how you maintained your composure - understandably, they were more used to people being swooning messes when they even looked in their direction. meanwhile, you panicked internally and hoped that your cheeks weren’t too red.

“oh we gotta go, y/n! next class is in five minutes!” “oh crap, i almost forgot!” you, Shoko and Utahime grabbed your bags and started heading out of the cafeteria. ‘we’ll catch you guys at dinner! Gojo, you’re uninvited!” Satoru laughed as Utahime pointed at him - you and Shoko laughed at her cute antics.

“you always hurt me so much, my dear 'Hime! and hey, bring y/n, we wanna get to know her better!” Satoru replied with a huge goofy grin as Suguru slapped his back and let out a cross between a sigh and chuckle.

you turned to give Satoru an acknowledging smile when you noticed Toji smiling gently at you. your breath hitched as he was the only one who raised his hand slightly as if to say ‘bye’. you kept your eyes on him as he turned and walked away, his broad shoulders and muscular back rippled as he headed in the opposite direction. you wonder if you would ever get closer to that stoic, quiet man.

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omg it's my first ever fic pls go easy on me this storyline was in my head for the longest time and i have many thoughts on how this will go moving forward ARGH

#jjk fluff #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader

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