beni

You are running late. 

Sleeping through your usual 5:15 AM alarm was the first omen that the day should’ve been cancelled before it even started, even if you chose at that point to ignore it.

The second omen which came a mere fifteen minutes later, dumping a cup of coffee in your bed accidentally which resulted in you needing to rip your blankets and sheets and duvet off and run them downstairs, should’ve further warned you. 

Call it before it begins. Close your eyes, shut off your phone, go back to sleep. 

You’ve never been great at talking hints and now the third omen, horseman, whatever you want to call it, arrives in the form of your next door neighbor Dante’s name flashing on the screen of your phone.  It vibrates against the bathroom counter, skidding into the sink which of course drives you to sigh. 

It’s going to be one of those days if he’s calling you this early. 

“Hi, what’s up?” 

You sound like you’re in a rush.

Noting to make this quick even if he doesn’t want to, he stands in the basement four floors beneath where your apartments exist side by side. 

“Is your stuff in the dryer right now?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

Groaning in frustration, though you don’t mean it toward him necessarily, you stop your morning rituals to give the conversation your attention.

“Yes, please don’t take it out. The last time someone did, some of it was stolen,” you sigh, setting down your makeup brush, searching around for your slippers. “I’ll come down and switch it out.”

It’s odd for him to hear you sound so frazzled. You aren’t the picture of composure but generally speaking, your sense of humor tends to take over when you’re frustrated. 

He’s no opportunist but what kind of man would he be if he overlooked the chance to flex his good guy muscle? 

“You don’t have to do all that, I just want to toss a couple of shirts in there for a few minutes. I’ll even bring it upstairs for you when it’s done.”

He’s just being neighborly, even if his heart clenches upon hearing a relieved breath escape you. 

It’s not like he wants to impress you or anything. 

“Oh,” you speak and hum affirmatively, picking your brush back up, narrowing your eyes slightly trying to remember exactly what’s tumbling around in that machine. 

Sheets, pillowcases, a couple of towels. Nothing that would mortify you if he stumbled upon it. 

“That’s really sweet of you, Dante.”

He likes the way you say his name and has since you first moved in next door just over half a year ago. He pops the dryer door open after punching in your apartment number which is one digit off from his. 

There isn’t much besides one wall separating your world from his, something he thinks about often. 

Clearing his throat and subsequently his mind, he balls his button down shirts up and tosses them inside. 

“It’s the least I can do for the nice little lady who is letting me use her dryer time.”

It’s too early for his flirtation yet you find yourself smiling just the same, holding your phone between your cheek and shoulder while applying mascara.

“I’m about to head out so I’ll come by and pick it all up when I get home, if that's okay?”

Dante hums from the other end of the line, caring little about your time crunch. 

“You trust me to guard your…hmm….”

He trails off and you sigh on the other end of the phone, returning your mascara wand to the tube it calls home.

“Sheets, maybe a couple of washcloths.”

Are you onto just how much he’d love to keep you on the phone for a little bit longer?

“Oh bedding, okay. You trust me to guard your pillowcases? I’m touched,” he teases, playful and lighthearted. 

Time ticks by too quickly when it’s spent with you, no matter the circumstances. Just the sound of your breathing through a speaker fills him with emotions he hasn’t experienced in a lot longer than he’d like to admit. 

You huff out a final giggle at him, sighing, pulling the phone away from your face which causes your voice to grow distant. 

“I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight.”

That pesky, handsome, sweet neighbor of yours chuckles and raises his eyebrows. “Catch you later, young lady.”

Every time he acknowledges the difference between your ages, fifteen whole years, he secretly wishes that you grow uncomfortable enough to cut him off and demand he stop, if only to kill the meager bit of hope he has that you may be interested in him too. 

Instead, your voice grows more distant though you laugh loudly enough that your amusement is unmistakable.

“Stop calling me that, I’m in my thirties! I’ll see you after work, old man.”

Unceremoniously, the call ends but your laughter echoes through his mind. He remains standing in the laundry room, watching his two measly shirts tumble alongside your things, arms folded over his chest. 

There’s no good reason for him to dwell upon how you make him feel, even if you seem to play together very, very well. 

—-

As is customary with community laundry, what was originally 25 minutes in the dryer quickly became 40. Trudging up the stairs two at a time, he holds your laundry basket on his hip as if it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done, 

Maybe, just maybe, he could impress you even more by folding the bunch of linens right in front of him. 

His eyes widen when the culprit tumbles to the floor with a heavy thunk, cylindrical shape causing it to roll a bit as it settles onto the most flared part of the base. For a moment, he squints, uncertain of what exactly he’s stumbled upon. Then he blinks, eyes widening when he opens them. 

It’s a toy. Your toy. 

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who is an absolute sucker for puppy play. He wants to be ordered around by you; he wants to be forced to wear a collar with your name on it; he wants you to own him.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who loves eating you out after you've gone to the gym. He loves the sweaty, musky smell that radiates off your body. He thinks it's the hottest thing ever.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who has the most lewd search history. One time you discovered it and became baffled at the things he was looking up. From things like "how to buy a jewelled ass plug without my girlfriend knowing" to "how to tell my girlfriend I want her to step on me"

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who loves sucking your toes while you jerk him off. Especially when your feet are slightly sweaty, that's his absolute favourite.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who does in fact have a thing for feet.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who loves being gagged by you. He loves sobbing as you fuck him senseless while trying to let out choked-out moans.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who loves cumming all over your belongings. From your blankets to your favourite pair of panties and even your socks. The thought of indirectly cumming on you makes his head spin.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who has replaced so many pairs of your panties because he keeps "accidentally" ripping them up.

❤︎ pervy bf! Choso who loves eating your ass. He loves stretching your rim out as you whine and moan.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who stretches himself out all day while you're attending classes. He wears his ass plug everywhere. to the grocery store? He's wearing it. Shopping at the mall for a new pair of panties for you? He's wearing it. He's prepared to be fucked by you anytime, anywhere.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso whose biggest fantasy is getting caught by you. He wants you to call him a slutty boy. He wants you to punish him, push him over the edge until he's crying from pleasure.

❤︎ pervy bf!choso who is indeed the biggest perv, but hey, at the end of the day, he's your biggest perv.

A/N: these headcanons were requested by @caanabis and @luxinglan !! I hope you guys like it ^^

𑣲 making out with stephanie brown

not sure this counts as smut?? but very explicit (mdni)

steph held you tightly against her, keeping you as close as possible while her tongue slid against yours. you sat on her lap, cheeks burning, her lipgloss smeared all over your face and her hands very intently exploring your body, bottle of wine long forgotten on the living room table. it wasn’t really an exceptional occurrence, a few glasses in and you suddenly couldn’t keep your hands off each other, that’s how it always went, but she’d never mention any of it to you the next day, as if nothing had happened at all, or as if it was a completely regular activity to be doing with your best friend. 

she kissed you hard, getting sloppier as the minutes went by. you were both long out of breath but you just couldn’t keep away from each other, every once in a while parting for just a few seconds, panting against each other’s lips, before diving back in.

your hips occasionally rocked against hers and she groped your ass to keep you pressed closer to her, despite the layers of fabric between you two. you moaned into her mouth and she let out a pleased hum at your reaction. you were desperate for more friction, wishing there were no clothes keeping you apart. it was all you’d been thinking about for the last few minutes, to be able to feel her skin to skin, finally ridding of all garments to have her clit rubbing against yours and her folds sliding in between your own. just the thought made that knot you were feeling deep in your core tighten, heat pooling low in your belly, but that would be weird, she was still your friend.

you arched your back in an attempt to get a better angle, hoping to get off from this alone, but a sigh of pleasure left your lips as you felt steph’s chest pressing harder against yours. you loved the feeling of her boobs on yours, and, as your arms tightened around her neck to keep her even closer, you were once again hoping you’d just ditch the clothes.

steph’s hand moved up your waist and immediately snaked underneath your shirt, as if she’d just read your mind. her warm fingers slowly traveled up your side, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their way, before they landed on your breast. she squeezed once and you bit her lip in response, before quickly separating from her to finally remove your top, and the look she gave you once she could finally see you properly did nothing to help the aching sensation on your clit.

she hesitated a moment before grabbing your tits in her hands, squeezing and kneading the plush skin, experimentally flicking your nipples with her thumbs, but as much as you loved her hands felt on you, you were desperate for something else. suddenly feeling bold, your hands moved to pull at the neckline of her tank top to finally free her boobs and your mouth practically watered, the sight alone once again sending that familiar tingling sensation to your core. she wasn’t wearing a bra, she usually didn’t, leaving you a better access in this occasion.

you loved stephanie’s boobs. you’d seen them before, not necessarily in a sexual context, she just didn’t mind being topless or changing clothes in front of you, but you’d never allowed yourself to actually look, since you weren’t a creep, and now that you finally had them in front of you all you wanted to do was bury your face between them and stay there forever. you squeezed them together using both of your hands, while steph expectantly watched the mesmerized look you were giving her, and you finally allowed yourself to dive into them, getting just a taste of the feeling of your best friends tits pressed against your face before sliding your tongue to her nipple, swirling around it just once to then suck on it. you’d do this for your own pleasure only, but the pretty sound you heard escaping from steph’s lips made the experience much more fulfilling. you spent a few more seconds latched onto her before letting go with a wet ‘pop’ and kissing your way back up to her lips, resuming the heated kiss you were sharing.

your chest pressed against hers once again, this once with no clothing barrier between the two of you. your breasts were squeezed flat against hers, and the feeling of her nipples sliding with yours with every heave of your chests, now wet from your own saliva, was so much better than whatever you’d imagined before. you felt like a perv for wishing you could ride those boobs, getting wetter only by the mental image of those peaks dragging on your clit with every grind of your hips on her chest, but maybe it was stephanie’s fault for starting this in the first place. you were just hoping she’d stop playing with you someday.

You are too high on her tits, laying in her lap as she feeds them to you, letting you suck on her nipples and leave marks on them as she plays with your pussy. You’re the one naked, whining and whimpering every time she rubs your clit with enough pleasure, but what’s making you really wet are her tits. Her plump and fatty breasts filling your mouth, you try to get as much fat as you can on your mouth, even gagging with them. Your free hand massages the one that isn’t on your mouth, her nipple hardening as you twist it. 

Your thoughts go slow in your mind, not really thinking about anything except her, her tits and her fingers. You wish you could suck something out of her tits, the idea of her feeding you milk making you clench. Shoko notices how you moan and clench loudly because of your own thoughts. 

“I hope you’re thinking about me, pretty baby,” she laughs, using her free hand to twirl one of your curls in her finger. 

“Mmph!” you nod, freeing her nipple with a wet pop. You roll your hips, following the length of her fingers and she obliges, pushing them deeper inside of you. Your mind goes blank, you were too lost on her boobs to think about your own needs. “I wish, hah… I wish I could make you a real mommy.”

One scoop of creamed potatoes. A slice of butter. Four peas. And as much ice cream as you’d like to eat.

featuring: gojo, toji, geto, nanami, sukuna, and higuruma

synopsis: frat jjk!men sees nerd!reader at the club—without the nerd look! the fraternity club president, satoru gojo, gets overly jealous as his so-called bestfriends try to steal what's his!

prologue

part 1

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