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All my works containing Solivan since it's his birthday!! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴡɪꜱʜᴇꜱ - ꜱᴏʟɪᴠᴀɴ ʙʀᴜɢᴍᴀɴꜱɪᴀ

𝙸𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚜 - Solivan Brugmansia

GET OFF OF THE CHANNEL

Girls Sleepover!

ʜᴏᴍᴇᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ

"𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑?"

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚒𝚗

𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝙸𝚜 𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍

𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔

Freaky Gamer Sol

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In which you walk in on your partner jerking off and like the shy, or not so shy, virgin you are, you asked if you could watch them.

c/w: bros just straight up jorking it, maybe it splashes on your face ;) bullet points + lower case intended

characters: solivan brugmansia, ren, cove holden, and premilo [here],

jacob alden, casper, alan orion, friend [pt 2 coming soon]

a/n: I forgot to mention I also write for non yanderes like cove and casper, I'll add this to my pinned and since REDACTED hasn't appeared yet in the game, I wont be writing them until he does so I can try and write them as accurate as possible ╥﹏╥

THIS POST WILL HAVE 18+ CONTENT MDNI

Solivan Brugmansia - "Fuck~ You know how to work me up sometimes."

at first, he didn't even mean to masturbate during class hours. he'd try and keep his temptations at bay until he was able to get somewhere private with you so he could really rock your brains out

but you found him first, in the supply closet during lunch. great.

before he gets the chance to embarrassingly hide himself, he freezes when he hears you utter those three words

"can I watch?"

Your sleepover with Solana gets a bit... freaky

cw/tw: fondling, boob sucking, humping, Sol touches herself while you sleep next to her, somnophilia(? idk), established relationship, fem! + chubby reader, sol might be ooc

a/n: man i love women, also might make a solivan version too

The Kid at the Back is an 18+ game and this post will contain 18+ content MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Y’know, you have really nice boobs.”

Solana flushes at your words, hand brushing against the front of her pajama shirt.

“Y-you really think so, [Name]?” She asks, fluttering her long lashes. Quickly noticing the weird sentence you said, you scrambled to fix your phrasing.

"I-I mean like not in a weird pervy way!" You flail your hands in the air, desperately trying to convince you weren't some perverted girl ogling at her girlfriend's breasts. "I meant they sit nicely and, uh, they're a nice size?"

Sol chuckles, wrapping her arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck. You feel a chill go down your spine from her hot breath, her chest pressed against yours. "Aren't you funny tonight, pumpkin." She teased, pressing a quick peck to your cheek.

You squint your eyes at the message, rereading it numerous times, getting louder as you repeat it.

“ ‘[Name] can you count down for me? i’m almost finished’…? Bro are you-” Rubbing your eyes, you lean back against your chair, it squeaks in protest.

Slamming a fist firmly on your desk, your computer that held your live gameplay, along with a cup of water and snacks, shook at the force.

“Bro, I’m not helping you NUT.” Swinging your arm towards the door that led to your hallway, you pointed at it.

“GET OFF OF THE CHANNEL!”

The chat goes crazy, spamming laughing emojis, calling the comment weird, etc.

Pausing your game and setting the keyboard aside, you continue on your spree. “Oh, I’m gonna lose my shit,” You looked at the camera with a disappointed glare.

“Get off the stream if you’re gonna blow a load and if you are gonna blow a load on the stream, do not blow it on me.”

[name]sbiggestfan: yeah keep yelling at me like that.. ngh~

Tossing your headphones off of you, you sink down into your chair. “Yeah chat, I’m gonna head to bed early.”

And without giving your viewers a chance to redeem themselves, you click off the stream.

Somewhere in the bustling city, a certain green haired pierced friend of yours, groaned at black screen of his computer. His pants and underwear were rolled down his thighs, semen covered his stomach from his copious amounts of loads.

“Thanks for the help, pumpkin.” Sol chuckles and grabs a few napkins to clean himself up. “I’ll join your next stream~”

literally was giggling at this

pov: Sol

"God...you smell so GOOD.."

Midnight Visitor

Sol x Reader

Synopsis: Thanks to the takeout you ate last night, the effects of food poisoning from poor catering have finally kicked in, hitting you when you least expected it. To ensure you’re properly cared for, Sol takes the duty of watching over you.

Word count: 1.8k

Includes: Gender neutral reader, sick reader, Sol being soft, affection, trespassing, jealous Sol (+ more!)

You’re his wife. His muse. His weakness. And when he has you spread out beneath him, dripping and moaning his name?

He’s not a Sannin. He’s not a legend.

He’s just a man, completely pussy drunk and addicted to you.

It starts with a kiss to your thigh.

Then another.

Then one more, closer now, his lips brushing over your soaked panties, his fingers slowly dragging them down with a grin.

“I missed you, y’know,” he murmurs, his voice low, rough, already wrecked with want. “You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about this.”

You try to respond, but the moment his tongue drags through your folds—slow and deep—your back arches, your fingers flying to his hair.

“J-Jiraiya—!”

He groans like he’s the one getting touched. Like your pussy is the only thing that’s ever satisfied him.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants, “tastes even better than I remember...been two fuckin long.”

In reality it's been not even a month.

He spreads your thighs wider, his big hands holding you open, firm but reverent. And then?

He devours you.

Not just licking—sucking, moaning, burying his face in your heat like he needs it more than air. His tongue flicks over your clit, then plunges into you deep and slow, like he’s mapping your body by taste alone.

Your thighs tremble.Your hips grind against his mouth.

You feel his growl more than you hear it, the vibration making your vision blur.

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” he groans, voice muffled by your cunt. “Gonna make me lose my damn mind, baby—shit…”

He can’t stop.

Can’t think.

All that swagger, all that Sannin confidence? Gone.

He’s just a man now—your man, drunk on the taste of you, obsessed with making you come.

And when Jiraiya hooks his arms under your thighs, pulling you closer, locking you down to the bed?

That’s when he really goes feral.

Tongue swirling, lips sealed tight around your clit, sucking like a man possessed. Like you’re water in the desert. Like if he doesn’t drink all of you, he’ll fucking die.

You’re gasping now, incoherent, your fingers tangled in his wild white hair.

“Jiraiya—fuck—*don’t stop—*please—”

He moans like a man in heaven, grinding his face against your pussy, eyes half-lidded and completely gone.

“Wasn’t gonna,” he rasps. “Not until you come all over my fuckin’ face.”

You do.

You break—legs shaking, voice cracking, thighs clamped around his head while he licks you through it, swallowing down everything like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Tears were pricking your eyes, your chest rapidly falling as you did your best to catch your breath while your mind was still in the clouds.

Even when you try to push him away, too sensitive, too overstimulated—he doesn’t move. He just looks up at you, lips slick, cheeks flushed, and says:

“One more, because I can't stop, baby. Shit. Just one more. Gimme another. You’ve got more in you—I know you do.”

You’re crying his name now, begging, trembling—but he goes back in and keeps licking.

And when you come again—legs shaking, voice gone, your pussy soaked and throbbing around nothing—he moans like he’s the one coming.

He finally pulls back, breathless, face wet, eyes glazed.

“Fuck,” he groans, wiping his mouth. “I could die right here. Buried between these thighs. Grinnin’ like an idiot.”

You try to say something. Anything. But your brain is gone as you let your body slump against the pillow as a lazy but tired formed on your lips.

He grins up at you, voice low and teasing.

“You still with me, Mrs. Toad Sage?”

You weakly nod, legs still twitching. "I think."

“Good,” he growls, climbing up your body and grinding his hard cock against your soaked core.

Vampire!Gojo never seemed to shut his mouth. Whether that be his constant snacking, talking your ear off all day, or his personal favourite, sucking and nibbling at your skin.

“Baby,” he begged miserably. His head was laying on your lap where you lay on the couch, previously trying to read a book you’d been meaning to start before he shoved his big head in the way.

“Please, just a little drop?” he pleaded, tho you knew better. He’d start by asking for just a small drop of your blood, then it would escalate to a load of it dripping down his chin.

“No, toru. I’m not your personal blood bag.” And you weren’t, he’d never treat you like that. But your blood was his favourite delicacy, one he couldn’t help but be desperate for.

He pouted, fangs poking out of his lips in a way that made him resemble an upset kitten. He grumbled but settled for climbing onto the couch with you, laying his body flat over yours with his head nestled into your shoulder.

Just when you thought you’d get a moment of peace, he licked a stripe up your neck, rough tongue gliding up your jugular. You quickly pushed him away with a giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Satoru! You’re so gross.”

He pressed a apologetic kiss to your throat and grinned slyly. “Sorry.”

——

Once for movie night you two decided to watch Twilight, which he was clearly invested in before running on about how inaccurate it was.

“Jasper is just dramatic, I would never struggle to control myself around blood like that.”

You laughed at his cocky words, and the way he somehow couldn't see the irony of them.

You were in the kitchen, quickly chopping some assorted vegetables when you nicked yourself. It was just a small cut on your finger that would heal easily, but a good amount of blood began dripping down your finger.

Turning to grab a cloth to wipe it up, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you spotted Vampire!Gojo resting against the doorframe, leaning towards you and sniffing the air like a search dog.

“Something happen?” he asked with a tilt of his head, keen sense of smell clearly already clocking the answer.

You rolled your eyes and held up your finger to him, showing the small cut that just happened to bleed a lot. In a split second, he was moving forward and grasping your hand, taking your finger into his mouth to lick up your blood.

You gave him a deadpan stare as he sucked at the cut, drawing more of your sweet blood out with a dazed look in his eyes. The way he sucked at your fingers was lewd, something you’d seen before only in a very different scenario.

When he pulled back a string of drool connected his red-stained lips with your now sucked-clean finger, and he was panting with a disheveled look on his face.

He pushed you against the counter, caging you in with his arms next to your body while he pressed his lips to yours, moaning desperately into your mouth. “Baby… .shit. lift your leg.”

——

Vampire!Gojo, who was balls deep inside you in missionary with your legs over his shoulders, his body pressed close against yours like he wanted to melt into you.

Hickeys covered your neck, little bite marks here and there as he tried to refrain from fully breaking your sensitive skin.

But when you came on his cock with a cry of his name he couldn’t hold back any longer, groaning before widening his jaw and sinking his fangs into your neck with a muffled whimper.

The addicting taste of your blood filling his mouth is what sent him over the edge, thick cum filling your cunt in steady spurts. Blood dribbled out and down his chin, dripping onto you and sliding down your chest.

He detached from your neck to lick up your tits, following the blood where it had dripped down and cleaning you up oh-so nicely. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, cock quickly swelling back up when your cunt clenched down on him at the feeling.

“Mmfh- toru, missed some,” you mumbled, pointing to the blood pooling down from his marking on your neck.

You could see the way his eyes turned to hearts. “You’re too good to me,” he sighs out dreamily before attacking your neck again. His hips continued pounding his cock into you now as he whined and moaned loud enough to put a pornstar to shame.

— tw: period sex —

And when it was that time of the month? Yeah, he needed to be locked away.

He huffed, clearly restless with the smell of your blood coating the air.

“you know… . .orgasms help with cramps,” he added helpfully while passing you your freshly warmed heating pad.

Your glare held no humour in it. “Your dicks not going anywhere near me.”

“I didn’t mean that,” he smiled cheekily, showing off those pearly white fangs that had you raising an eyebrow cautiously.

That’s how you ended up with your panties and shorts pulled off, laid flat on the bed with a ruffled towel underneath you. He was between your spread legs, his tongue deep inside you, eating you out like you’d been starving him.

He moaned into your pussy, nose pressing against your clit deliciously as he kept trying to push his tongue in deeper, licking up the mix of your blood and slick and literally drooling onto your cunt.

“You’re disgusting,” you whine, torn between pushing him away or pulling him closer.

“but you like itttt” he teases, earning a flick on the forehead which makes him gently nip your clit in retaliation.

——

Contents: Telling Zoro that you're afraid you'll crush him under your weight if you sit on his face? Funny.

more Zoro content here

Event M.List

WARNINGS: FACE SITTING, ORAL (RECIEVING).

♬⋆.˚ THE FUCKIN' ERAS TOUR !! — kinktober 2025 !

congratulations, you’re in! you’ve just scored tickets to the tour of the ages. take a seat, we’ve got music from every era & no matter what, it'll be a fuckin' jam. literally!! 

⋆𝄞⋆ there's a note from the tour manager - hello hello! posting this masterlist so late but welcome to another kinktober!! let’s have fun this year hehe !! it's time for soundcheck - show your wristband to join the taglist. rb to crowd surf.  ♪ ༘⋆.

⋆𝄞⋆ song credits - each of the following acts contain nsfw and dark themes. fem!reader. each fic comes with its own warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact.

→ gen!reader, groping, nsfw

kento is nothing if not vague. it doesn't surprise you when he slips into bed behind you and reaches to pull the phone right from your hands.

you know how he feels about the doomscroll — about the way your eyes get all hazed over and robotic once you've watched video after video to no satisfaction. he knows that you can and will keep yourself awake all night with it, so he's okay with keeping the devices on his side of the bed.

you don't even exclaim; you just peek over your shoulder as he shoves it away. "well, hey."

"quiet, now," he responds, back turned to you as he plugs both devices at his side table. he's shirtless next to you, sliding his glasses off his face so they don't get smudged. "you won't sleep if you have it, and it will keep me up as well."

you furrow your eyebrows, blinking at his back before he finally turns around. "i was sending a text."

"you were not, and you know my rules." you can see it in the pinkish hue of his eyes — he's not just tired, he's exhausted. he just won't say it. he never does.

still, he settles back in bed with you, legs pressing between yours. kento kisses your shoulder, then sighs like he's about to succumb to sleep.

but, you don't think you'll let him... not quite yet.

you turn around in bed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck. you can feel him tense up, but he holds his arms open for you, making sure the covers are strong against your shoulders before trailing his hand down your back.

you take a moment, concentrating your lips on the barely-there mole on his neck. "but, i'm not sleepy." you complain, whining high in your throat.

"yes, you are."

"no, i'm not."

"pretend like you are tired and close your eyes. i'm not capable of entertaining you in this state." he's speaking with his eyes closed, mumbling half-dead phrases into your hair just to satiate you. your body vibrates — coming alive with his slow, sensual words.

when he wants to, kento has no problem with matching your energy. you love to wind him up, noting the screw of his eyebrows before he calmly tells you off. this time, he was too tired to even speak, so you're okay doing the work.

"I don't need entertaining," you mumble against his lips, smiling softly before reaching to bite his bottom lip. "i wanna entertain you."

as soon as he feels your pesky little hand sneaking its way into his underwear, kento's eyes fly open. "do not start something you don't feel like finishing."

innocent like a cherub, you gasp. "what? what makes you think i won't finish?" distracting him with kisses every time you speak, your fingers trickle lower, tickling his trimmed-down hair. "i just wanna hold it when we sleep."

"you're being funny."

you pull away ever so slightly to study the way his face turns up when you reach down and drag your fingers over the shaft of his cock. he shivers, all of his blood rushing south without hesitation. you gasp when kento does. "that doesn't sound like a laugh."

ever-so-slowly kento thrusts into your closed fist, blowing a steady stream of hot air from his nose. you watch him with a sparkle in your eye — breathing as fast as your heart is beating.

you settle back against him with your head pressed to his chest, cuddling into his arm as you whisper, "good night."

Prompt; Mc/reader armed with the teaching Solomon decided to mess around with magical creations and like Icarus flew too close to the sun before falling... in their case fell victim to horniness.

Fandom: Obey me shall me date

Characters: Beel, Belphie, and Asmodeus.

Genre: Smut (M)

Contains: dubcon, unprotected sex, dom reader, sex toys, voyeurism??, and corruption kink.

Credit goes to @asmology. They have wonderful blog and written pieces. I was so in love with their charmed series and just wanted to try my hand at writing it myself. Please don't hesitate and check out their blogs.

[Obey me masterlist]

Prologue; After you had successfully enrolled in the sorcerers' academy and become Solomon's one and only apprentice after a couple of months. He had encouraged you to explore magical items and such. Due to many lonely and hot nights, you settled on magical items. Using your knowledge you created a life-like magical dildo/vibrator of your love interest. Unknowingly to you {or maybe knowingly you did but wouldn't admit it}it was also charmed with your love interest feeling whatever you did to it.

Beelzebub

The water trickled down Beelzebub's achy body. He had just finished a late training session for Fangol. He had been feeling this empty pit in his chest since you had gone to the human world, and nothing seemed to fill it. It practically hurt him to be so far from you, even though he knew you would be back eventually. It didn't stop him from missing you.

The lathered loofa that he was using reminded him of you since you bought it on one of his many shopping trips with you in devildom. Just the thought of you brought some warmth to his chest.

Beel groaned as he felt the telltale sign of your touch on his body. Beel muttered your name as your hands roamed around his body. He found it comforting. He felt the warmth of your hands all over his body, stopping for a short while at his tits. Your hands moved to pat his stomach; he was sure you could tell that he lost a little weight while you were gone. He felt the wet kisses you seemed to leave around his body,mostly his face.

"M-mc?" he whines as he closes his eyes. If he really concentrated, he could pretend you were here. Your hands were so small compared to his. You could barely cup his tit or even fit it into your mouth. He can feel when you move to his cock, where you struggle to take him into your mouth. He smiles as you give him kitten licks all over his cock.

"Please more.'' he softly begged you as the water kept running down his body. it was almost like you heard him, and you finally took him into your mouth. His breath hitched as he felt your warm and wet saliva hit his cock. His cheeks go red as he realized you just spat on his cock. No matter how many times you took him, you struggled to take him. Your tongue danced around his tip and played with veins that ran across his cock.

"I'm cumming!~" Beel groaned as he felt his balls being handled with care. Beel panted, finally managing to catch his breath. His body felt relaxed, sore, and tired, but he finally felt at ease.

" I miss you, come home soon" he whispered into the wind, hoping you would hear him.

Belphie

Belphie's face was hot and flushed. If anyone had paid attention to the 7th born, they would have noticed he was awake and trying to keep from making any sounds. The pleasure finally was getting to him. His mind was in a daze, he felt dizzy and he could barely hold a thought in.

"N-no, please w-aah~" Belphie whimpered quietly as another orgasm was taken from him. His ass felt hot with all the cum; he was surprised he hadn't leaked all over his chair.

Belphie panted heavily as the thing wrapped around him finally stopped for a bit. He was growing weary, and he was tired. He just wanted to go to bed, but he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"Sss-sshiiit~'' he whined as he felt its walls contract around his cock. His cock twitched as you began to move again. He was so sensitive already; he didn't know how much more he could take.

"f-fuck!!" Belphie moaned as you moved. Getting fucked in class was one thing, but being fucked by nothing in class was another.

"Let me sleep," Belphie begged mentally, "it's too much now."

Belphie's balls emptied out whatever last cum it had into whatever little trap you made.

Asmodeus

"a-aah~" Asmodeus relished the feeling of his cock in something. He knew only two people were capable of doing this, and he was perfectly happy to let them use him as much as they wanted.

He could recognize that warm and sloppy wet hole-blowing technique anywhere, and it turned him on more than anything. You missed him so much. Your tongue swirled around his tip.

"Yes!!~ deeper please." He moaned with no shame in his dressing room. He had unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off to play with his chest. The clothes he was trying on were long forgotten.

"s-so dirty,~" Asmodeus whimpered as he felt something at his entrance. He bites into his hand as he feels your fingers inside him, warming him up to fuck his ass. "You must really miss me."

"w-wait! too soon!" Asmodeus whined as you worked his ass and sloppily sucked his cock. it was too soon for him to cum.

"p-please w-ahh~!" Asmodeus's back arched as you finally hit his favorite spot. You didn't waiver as you fucked your way into Asmodeus's hole. Asmodeus tried to withhold his orgasm but you kept screwing him like he was really there with you. You fucked him like -

"n-no faiir~" he exclaimed as he came.

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beezlebub is the type to eat you out so good on the dinner table while the others were out and about.

everyone knows that he likes to eat, and knows how to eat good.

but god fuck, was he also good at eating you out.

all you can do with your back arched against the dinner table is hold beel's ginger locks as he continues to lap on your pussy. his nose constantly brushing against your clit making it even harder to contain yourself. his large hands both wrapped around each of your thighs to spread them out and nothing would go on his way. his hold was getting tighter and tighter that you're sure it's going to leave a bruise, but you don't care.

all you can think about is his wet muscle into your pussy. it's normal for beel to eat like a man starved but it's even more attractive when he's in between your legs.

"b-beel, i'm so close, ah! please please—"

"just a little more please, you know how hungry i am for you, i know you can take it," beel just shushed you out and decided to take your clit into his mouth, an action that elicit a loud moan from you.

"so good, beel, b-but it's too much!" your pleas fall into deaf ears as he continue to draw rough circles on your button using his tongue.

and as if things weren't too much, he lets go of one of your thighs and decided to put in two of his large fingers and pumped them inside your hole.

This work contains smut - minors do not interact

Pairing: Mello x Fem!reader x Near

Synopsis: Mello and Near are handcuffed together and the cuffs will not come off unless certain specific circumstances occur...they require your assistance.

Warnings: Explicit smut

A/N: I know this is different.. I had to get creative. I felt a forced situation was the only way Mello and Near would ever do this together. For the anon who suggested poly- I hope you enjoy this.

wc: 1.8k

Written by @h3rmess ✰

“Whatever your type, baby, if that’s what you like, I’ll do it.”

You, the second kira, are dating Light. He needs your eyes more than anything in order to keep punishing criminals and create a perfect new world. Are you really convinced that easily?

notes : I just finished watching death note (I cried at the end) it was so beautiful. I’ve been in love with light from the start so here! 2.3k words!!

WARNINGS : lightyagami x afab!reader, fingering (f receiving), marking, squirting, manipulation, spanking, some cursing, dominant!light, light cums himself…,light tells you to leave after (sorry)

You knock on his front door softly. It was 6:34PM, so Light had already finished his classes. You had waited the whole day to see him, being distracted during all of your lessons by the idea of seeing him again. You wondered what he was wearing, how he had styled his hair.

Your heart races as the door opens, the warm face of his mother meeting yours.

“Oh, hello! It’s nice to see you again.” She greets you kindly as Light’s sister appears behind her.

“Y/N! You’re back!” She runs to pull you into a hug with a smile.

“Thank you for having me on such short notice.” You speak, bowing to them before taking your shoes off.

You hear footsteps in the background, indicating Light coming downstairs. He was wearing his usual white button up, the top button remaining undone. He runs a hand through his hair, his auburn locks falling perfectly back into place. Your heart races as he stepped towards you.

“Hey, you’re here.” He speaks, his voice, intoxicating as ever. You nod as he takes your wrist, pulling you towards the stairs.

pairing: cowboy!Sukuna x rancher's daughter!Reader

content: mdni, fluff and angst, marriage of convenience, family trouble, fake relationships, drinking, jealous gojo

"So, like, is he cute?"

You were staring at the bottom of a martini glass, one of your friends tugging at your arm, and a dress you hadn't worn in months riding up your thighs, too drunk to decide just how cute your husband of two months was.

Of course, he'd probably be a lot less cute when he came home and realized you'd taken his absence as an opportunity to go out and have fun for once.

You were married. Not dead.

And anyway, you needed a drink after discovering it was one of your own fucking family members who'd gotten you into this massive mess by stealing money last night.

"He's pretty hot," You admitted, glancing around the busy club to where a couple of your other friends were dancing with some guys. You wondered if you would be divorced and doing that too in a year.

"I wanna know what he looks like," Yuki whined. "You seriously don't have any pictures of your husband?"

"He's, uh, camera shy." Actually, you were a little concerned he might just snap your phone if you tried to sneak one.

Almost like he could somehow sense you were talking about him, your phone buzzed in your purse, having to set your drink down to unzip it and see he was calling.

"Hello?" You hummed, trying to seem a little more sober. You weren't wasted, honestly too far from it for your liking, but you were sure he could hear the heavy music in the background and make his own conclusions.

"Where are you?" He practically growled, all gruff and grumpy.

"Met up with some friends and we're at some club," You shrugged, fiddling with the napkin that came with your drink. You'd left him a note on the kitchen table saying leftovers on the fridge and you'd be back around midnight. It wasn't like you were a child who couldn't take care of herself. You'd just order a rideshare to his farm soon anyway and sleep tonight off tomorrow.

"You're drinking?" He huffed.

"Is that a problem?" You teased, trying to picture which one of his irritated faces he was making. His brows pushed together and furrowed? The cute little pout he did when he scowled?

"I'll come pick you up," He grunted, and you could even hear his keys jangling in the background.

"You don-"

"Send me the address," He firmly said.

"Fine," You swallowed hard, hanging up on him and having to look up where you were to forward it to him. You apologetically glanced back to Yuki, whose attention was focused on something out of your eyeline on the dance floor.

You opened your mouth to talk, to tell her she was about to find out, but she started speaking first, nudging you with her elbow. "You know that guy?"

It took you two seconds to see who she was referring to.

Satoru Gojo.

Intense eyes glittering as he sat in a booth right by the dance floor, a dark-haired guy and a brunette sitting with him while he sipped a cherry-red drink and watched you. No cowboy hat or boots, dressed in a blue button-up and slacks, cleaned up like he'd never been outside of the city.

"Old friend," You muttered, throat dry.

You turned your back to him, pushing your drink forward. Getting drunk in the same building as him sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.

Especially if Sukuna was on his way to get you.

Nervously counting down the minutes on your phone, hoping to slip out before Gojo came over, chattering with Yuki like your conversation would actually stop him if he chose to join you.

You'd almost made it, figuring there was probably only a few minutes until Sukuna showed up when you realized how badly you needed to pee.

"I'll be right back," You sighed to Yuki. "If a guy with pink hair comes in looking for me, can you just tell him I'm in the bathroom?"

"Sure," She nodded, winking at you before you snuck between a group passing by while Satoru was distractedly by his own conversation to notice.

Or, that's what you thought.

Because instead of your husband waiting outside the bathroom for you, it was your father's ranch hand - and your former friend.

"Satoru," You awkwardly greeted, feeling small in front of him, something about his new clothes and clean hair making him seem taller somehow, more intimidating. He took up too much space in the narrow hall.

You didn't think you could squeeze past him if you tried.

"Surprised you recall my name," He teased, but it wasn't as light as it once was.

"It's only been two months," You excused. Although it felt much longer.

"You're not wearing a wedding ring," He dryly commented.

"I'm still married."

And maybe Sukuna didn't care, maybe nothing about this relationship was real, but it still felt like cheating to even be talking to Gojo.

"Why?" He asked, his face hard, jaw set in a tight line. You knew what he was asking.

"I suppose my father didn't tell you?" You exhaled, picking at your nails.

"Tell me what?" He was grinding his teeth, stepping closer so he didn't have to shout for you to hear him as the next song started playing. It was just like your family, keeping the secrets buried and hoping no one would bother digging them up or squint to hard at the thin layer of dirt they kicked over it.

"They were going to lose the farm," You mumbled, embarrassed at you own starring role in the situation. "Sukuna is helping me get everything sorted."

You weren't positive what power he had to handle your uncle or any part of the money laundering - but you guessed he probably had lawyers and accountants or knew what department to call or talk to after insisting on taking care of it for you. You just wished he'd be the one to call your parents and break the news to them too.

"Christ, you make it sound like they sold you to him," Gojo growled, furious for you.

You just shrugged.

If the shoe fits.

"It's not that big of a deal, okay?" You made a half-hearted effort to defuse some of his anger before it could blow. "It's not like we're, well, you know, it's more like a temporary arrangement."

With ten more months left.

"Then divorce him," Gojo demanded.

"I'm not just going to do that to him," You huffed, rolling your eyes. It might not be until death do you part, but you'd hold up your side of the deal.

"Don't tell me you actually like him," He made it sound like Sukuna was the devil in disguise, like you were sleeping with a demon or something.

"So what if I do?" You challenged, unsure how to cope with the surge of protectiveness pricking at you, the need to defend Sukuna.

"Are you fucking him?" Gojo bluntly asked, and this time, he stepped too close, forcing your back against the wall as a funny sense of deja vu settled over you.

"Would it bother you if I was?" You scoffed, pushing him back with two fingers pressed against his chest.

"Yeah," He huffed. "It would."

"Why?" You asked, a hint of hurt poking out. He could've had you at any point over the last handful of years. But only now throwing a tantrum because he wanted to be the one to fuck you?

"I don't want to lose you."

At all? Or just to Sukuna?

Who, unfortunately for Gojo, just-so-happened to overhear everything.

divider by @/haecunt

Summary: in the second part to this modern college au, obsessive loner!Choso goes too far; reader deals with the consequences of his need to keep you close to him and him alone when he feels like you're at risk of gaining the attentions of an even more popular classmate. Yet another self indulgent piece of work, but sue me, I couldn't stop writing this all day. Enjoy!

Warnings: toxic behavior, obsessive/possessive behavior, jealousy, emotional manipulation, smut, mating press, rough sex, hurt/comfort, talks of low self esteem, clingy, needy!Choso, begging, crying, break downs, and borderline yandere!Choso, and other less than healthy relationship dynamics.

wc: 5.3k

The birthday cake was placed on the teacher’s desk: the majority of your speech class had decided that since Satoru Gojo’s birthday was coinciding with the last week of exams before break, it would be fun to have a small party. You volunteered to bake the cake; the professor gave permission to use his classroom that afternoon, with the condition the space was tidied up afterward and things didn’t get too rowdy. It was going to be a nice opportunity to celebrate the coming holiday season and the student who was arguably the school’s golden boy. Even those who didn’t like Gojo’s flippant arrogance and teasing nature admired his work ethic and almost supernatural intelligence, to say nothing of his undeniably pretty face. 

Choso was only there because he knew you were attending and in charge of bringing the requested birthday cake. He didn’t feel one way or the other about Gojo, but he would gladly be by your side, eager to hear the compliments your baking would receive and also to make sure no picky eaters decided to get nit picky and spoil your mood. Truly, Choso had been happy on your behalf to hear you had agreed to help with the party. He certainly wouldn’t think to go out of his way to do something like this for people he didn’t really know outside of a forty five minute, twice a week class. Choso was more than proud to be the boyfriend of a person so thoughtful and generous to a fault; it was one of the reasons he fell so hard in the first place. You never needed a special reason to be kind to someone. And of course, it helped that you were still the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life and the last few months had been nothing short of heaven.

Except, the cake was red velvet. Choso stands by the teacher’s desk, staring at the cake. It was his favorite flavor. He told you that not long ago and you had promised the first time you made it, it would be for him. 

The cake is beautifully, painstakingly decorated, a perfect ratio of cake and fluffy frosting, sprinkled in bits of dark chocolate; the matching icing spells out ‘Happy Birthday, Satoru!’ in delicate, looping letters across the top. You obviously put a lot of care into making this for Gojo. That afternoon you had been the first person to arrive, followed shortly by another student, Suguru Geto; he wasn’t in the same speech class, but he was Gojo’s best friend and knew some of the class already, so inviting him was a given. The two of you had left to find a lighter and candles, hoping the school store in the basement of the building would provide something suitable. You told Choso he didn’t need to come; you noticed he had seemed a bit drained from studying and his recently acquired part time job, so you insisted he just hang back and relax while you and Geto went to obtain the finishing touches for the cake. 

For the past two minutes Choso has stood in place where you left him, eyeing the cake so innocently sitting atop the cleared off desk. He didn’t know it would be red velvet. Gojo had a sweet tooth and would probably love it. 

Surely this is too much for just an acquaintance. The recipe is a lot more difficult than the stuff you’ve made before, Choso saw there were more steps and more factors that could go wrong and ruin the cake’s moist and spongy texture. Skeptically, Choso narrows his eyes at the round, two tiered dessert. Most of the girls in your shared class offered to bake, but you were the one with the most experience and Gojo had eagerly picked you for the task. You must have felt obligated to make the cake perfect.

Choso’s frown deepens; he is your boyfriend. You promised you would make a cake like this just for him. A gesture like this could easily be taken the wrong way too and you’re so sweet and self effacing, he’s sure the idea of Gojo choosing you to personally make his cake didn’t mean anything at all.

It should be for him.

“What…what happened?”

The smile fell from your lips mere seconds after returning from the school store; Geto, insisting on carrying the purchases, had just been relaying a funny anecdote of one of his and Gojo’s misadventures as the two of you walked back into the now empty classroom. On the ground, right next to the base of the professor's sturdy wooden desk is nothing short of a mess. 

“My cake,” your hands come up to cover your gaping mouth. “What happened?!”

Geto approaches the desk with a confused frown; the cake and the plate it had been placed on are both on the floor. It seemed to have fallen top first, the icing and frosting smeared over the tiles and the plate broken into pieces around it. 

“It fell.” Geto states simply, although not without some incredulity. “Was it close to the edge?”

“No, I, well,” you struggle to recall exactly where you had placed the cake before you left the room. “I didn’t think I put it that close to the edge.”

“There’s frosting streaks on the side too’ it must have just toppled over.” Geto points out with a keen eye, kneeling a bit, bags still in hand. “It might have just been a bit uneven, a little heavier to one side?” he stands to his full height and smiles at you sympathetically. “These things happen, just a little bad luck. I’m sorry, it was a beautiful cake.”

“But everyone’s going to be here soon,” you fret as you search through your bag. “Geto, I’m going to go buy another cake, there’s a store nearby, I’m sure they’ll have something. Oh and I’ll find a custodian, oh no, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe this is happening-”

“Let me go.” Geto places a hand over your tensed shoulder. “It makes more sense, I know what kind of cake Satoru prefers the most. There’s plenty of time and a few others promised to bring drinks and snacks.”

“But I said I’d bring the cake. At least let me give you the money for it?” you hold up a few bills with a pleading stare. “I feel horrible, I should have been more careful where I put it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up; you are the one who did the work to make it.” Geto chuckles but accepts the money if only to make you feel a bit more at ease. “Maybe it’s better this way: with how good that cake looked, I’d wager you might have ended up with that glutton badgering you for more sweets.”

You return his smile as well as you can. “Thank you. I’m just being silly.”

“You’re fine.” Geto says firmly, but not unkindly. “You call a janitor, don’t try to clean up this alone; we wouldn’t want you to get a cut from trying to pick up pieces of that plate. I’ll be back before you know it; Satoru would sulk all afternoon if I don’t get him something anyway.”

“You’re a good friend.” you smile at Geto gratefully. “Thank you, I’ll call someone right away.”

You do just that shortly after Geto takes his leave; most of the custodians have already left for the day, except for one woman. She promises to be there as soon as she’s done with a request from one of the professors in the neighboring building; she sounds pleasant enough, but you feel pangs of guilt as you hang up and take a seat closest to the teacher’s desk. 

“Bunny? Are you okay?”

“Choso, you’re back!” you look up and wave at him, trying to sound cheerful; he glances at the ruined cake and back to your pained smile. “Ah, were you looking for me? I guess we just missed each other, the basement elevator was out of order, so we took the stairs. What a mess, huh? Geto thinks one side was a little heavier and it made the cake just flop right over the edge. Some bad luck, right? He left to get a cake and the custodian will be here soon, so make sure not to step on the plate bits.”

“Hey, slow down. I’m not worried about that.” Choso’s brow furrows as he studies your shaky smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. No big deal, accident…accidents happen.”

You bite your bottom lip harshly as your eyes begin to sting; before you know it, tears are slowly slipping down your cheeks. You quickly avert your eyes, too embarrassed to see the pitying look cross Choso’s face.

“Oh Choso, I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I put the cake that close to the edge! Ugh, I should have paid more attention, I told everyone I would make this amazing cake and I messed it all up and now Geto has to go all the way to the stupid store to get another one because I wasn’t careful!”

“Did he get mad at you?” Choso asked sharply. “Did he blame you?”

“No, no, Geto didn’t do anything.”  you bow your head and wipe at your wet cheeks. “He was really nice about it, so was the janitor on the phone about the mess, but I still feel bad. Gojo was just telling me he was really looking forward to the cake too. I’m sure he’ll be disappointed to get a store bought cake and I promised I’d take care of this for the party. Sorry, I know I’m being a crybaby, I should just suck it up, I’m the one who ruined things, I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s not your fault.”

You raise your head and Choso is standing in front of the table between him and you; his hands are gripping tightly around the strap of his duffel bag. You wipe the last of your tears and look at him, your chest swelling at how upset he is on your account.

“You’re so sweet. Just having you to vent to makes me feel better already; I’m really just being dramatic, I’ve been stressed out and-”

“It’s not your fault.” Choso cuts you off quietly; he still isn’t looking at you. “It’s mine.”

“What? Baby, no, I didn’t expect you to watch the cake; it’s on me for not making sure it wasn’t so close to the edge, you didn’t do anything.”

“I pushed it.”

Choso’s knuckles are white: he’s strangling the strap of his bag between quivering hands. Finally, he looks into your bewildered eyes

“Choso, is this some kind of joke?” 

“I didn’t want him to have it and, and I thought he might get ideas since you worked so hard to bake it. He flirts with all the girls and you did say you were going to make it for me first.”

“You’ve got to be joking.” you shake your head and all but leap up from your chair. “You? How could you? And you were going to let me think it was my fault?!”

“No! It was supposed to look like an accident, I didn’t think you’d be so upset,”

“So it was okay for me to be ‘kind of’ upset? Choso, how could you?” you ask him again, voice raising, almost echoing in the empty room. “It’s just a cake!”

“Yeah, it’s just a stupid cake, that’s why I didn’t think you’d get this upset!”

Choso’s mouth clamps shut as your anger gives way to a look of utter hurt. 

“Wow.”

“I shouldn’t have said that-”

“Thanks a lot, Choso. Yeah, that really makes it better. Was that your plan? Swoop in and play the comforting boyfriend while I feel like a big idiot? Or maybe you just don’t consider my hobbies anything special; anyone can make a cake, right?” Fresh tears well up in your eyes as you tug your bag over your shoulder. “Nice to know what you really think.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Choso says reproachfully. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, you’re putting words in my mouth!”

“You know what?” you shake your head and unzip the front section of your bag; clumsily you yank out a sealed box and slam it down on the table. Choso recognizes it as one of the little boxes you use to pack individual desserts. “Here, your stupid cake. Surprise.”

The lid of the container is now sticking to the top of the cake but Choso can still make out the messy letters of his name and the heart shaped sprinkles scattered all over the surface. His eyebrows raise as he sees the small, squashed up cake is in the shape of a heart. You glare down at it before turning on your heel without so much as a backward glance.

“Bunny?” Choso snaps out of his trance and begins to follow you. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“I can explain, just calm down and let me-”

“Leave. Me. Alone!” you stop abruptly in the doorway and give him a nasty look, but you’re barely able to hold yourself back as Choso fixes you with a heartbroken stare. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down when you’re the one who threw a fucking tantrum. Enjoy the ‘stupid cake’, jerk!”

You slam the door in his face and rush down the hall to the nearest entrance, not particularly caring about where you’re going, just as long as you can get as much distance between you and Choso as possible. When you finally get home, you text Geto an apology for taking off and a nondescript explanation for your absence before turning your phone off. You’re exhausted and skip dinner to just curl up in your bed, burrowing in a blanket as if you could shut out the world. Choso’s t-shirt, the same one you’ve been sleeping in nearly every night, is balled up and thrown somewhere across the room; eventually you fall asleep, eyes rubbed raw and nose stuffed as you drift off, hoping maybe this was all just a bad dream.

When morning arrives and you manage to force yourself into a sitting position, it takes you a minute or two to realize the gentle knocking isn’t a leftover remnant from your deep slumber, but a very real sound coming from your front door. You wrap yourself in a robe and slip on a pair of house slippers, equally confused and irritated as to who could be knocking on your door when the sun is barely over the horizon. Just as the knocking stops, you peek through the peephole; there’s no one there. You rub your eyes and unlock your door with a sigh, expecting a leaflet from some early bird salesman or religious group to be stuck in the hinges. Instead you nearly trip over a huddled up mass taking refuge on your doorstep when you didn’t immediately open your door.

“Choso?! Oh my god, you scared me!” you’re still breathing a bit heavily, heart racing thinking a stranger had collapsed on your porch. “What are you doing here?”

“I,” Choso scrambles to his feet; you finally notice in his hands are two cups of coffee, one of which is your usual order, but the largest size. He holds it out to you. “Good morning. You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off.”

After a beat, you take the cup on autopilot, more preoccupied with the man standing at the threshold of your home. The circles under Choso’s eyes are darker than ever, in addition to how red and irritated they are around the edges, his hair is oily and limp. On closer inspection, you see he’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday; now they’re more wrinkled and the slight odor coming off them tells you he hasn’t showered yet. 

“Can I come in?” Choso asks, his voice weak and barely louder than a whisper. “I have to talk to you.”

“Fine.” you frown but move aside and open the door wider. “Here, come with me, I left my phone in my room.”

Choso does as he’s told, but trails after you at a slight distance, at least in comparison to how closely he usually stays to you. He’s shivering; it’s the middle of winter and he isn’t wearing even a jacket. How long had he been knocking on your door? How long had he planned to wait there outside? You banish the thought and busy yourself disconnecting your phone from its charger on your bedside table. Choso stands awkwardly in the middle of your room; he hasn’t taken so much as a sip of his coffee or taken his eyes off you, at least as far as you can see. 

“Did I wake you up?” he asks worriedly. “I’m sorry. I was going to wait but I thought you might have gone somewhere and you weren’t answering your phone, so…” he goes silent seeing his shirt in a crumpled heap in the corner of your room. “I just wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.”

You barely heard him, jaw dropping at your phone’s screen as it fully turns on to show you 32 missed calls, 15 unheard voicemails, 18 unopened texts, and 5 emails, all from Choso over the course of the night. You tap your thumb on the latest voicemail.

“Bunny? Bunny, can’t you just talk to me?” A shaky, nearly unrecognizable croaking comes from the speaker: Choso’s strong voice sounds strained, almost inaudible at certain points, as though he had been screaming until his throat was raw. “I know you’re probably sleeping…or maybe you don’t want to talk to me ever again-” A sharp, wrecked sob crackles over the speaker but Choso manages to steady himself again. “But I need to…I need to hear your voice. I’m so sorry, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me. I love you so much it hurts. I’m going to stop by tomorrow, I need to see you. I know I messed up, I need help. My bunny? I can’t…oh god, I can’t do this. I-I feel like I’m dying, I’m…I love you. I love you, I love you, just please-”

Your heart drops to your churning stomach as Choso’s words morph into broken, unintelligible sobs. Finally after a few seconds, the other end goes quiet and the voicemail ends. A recorded voice tells you there’s still 14 more previously skipped voicemails; Choso has remained standing, stiff as a board and looking miserably at you. You take a seat on the side of your bed, staring bewildered at your phone; you decide to not listen to the other voicemails.

“I’m sorry.” Choso says in an absurdly small voice. “Can we talk?”

You’re holding the coffee in your hands on your lap and taking a deep breath before raising your face. “Choso, why did you do it?”

“I didn’t do it to hurt you. I don’t think your baking is stupid. I was being stupid.” Choso’s cheeks burn in shame. “I was jealous Gojo was getting the cake first, or I thought he was, and I just…I didn’t want him to have it. It’s always like this.”

“What do you mean?” you ask him slowly, tempering your own indignation. “Do you think he would flirt with me? Or that I would cheat on you?”

“No. I just get so...everyone likes you. So, what if someone better comes along? What if you stop paying attention to me?” Choso shakes his head quickly, gripping his hair like he wants to yank it out. “I have thoughts like that all the time. It's awful. I knew you would be sad, but I really thought it would only be a little and then I could make it better and you would…rely on me more. I don’t want you to get close to anyone else.” he lowers his arm to his side limply. “I know it’s wrong. Are you gonna bre-break up with me?”

You don’t speak just yet; your eyes study his drawn, exhausted face. Choso isn’t trying to make you feel bad for him, you know that much. The truth doesn’t make you feel much better though. 

“I was really mad at you yesterday. I needed space.”

“I know, but-”

“Listen,” you say firmly. “Whatever the reason, that was a really rotten thing you did. It was just plain mean and selfish. Sure, you didn’t really mean to hurt me, but you did. You purposely messed up something I put a lot of work into.”

“I know.” Choso’s expression is desolate. “I like that about you. I love that you do nice things for people even if you don’t have to. Y-you’re so careful and considerate of other people. I was being selfish and it was so, so fucking stupid. You would never do something like that to me…you’re so good to me.”

“Choso, this isn’t just about yesterday.” you soften your tone, mindful of your volume. Choso looks as if one cold word from you could shatter him into a million pieces. “If you were willing to trash something I put a lot of work into for such a petty reason, it’s making me second guess things and now I’m wondering if maybe you’re not the person I thought you were. Is it more important to keep me dependent on you than for me to be happy?” You set your cup down on the nightstand, trying to keep your voice from cracking. “Maybe this isn’t going to work out.”

“Don’t say that.” 

Choso all but drops his coffee onto your dresser, barely glancing at it as he rushes to you; he lowers himself down on his knees, eyes glistening with both unshed tears and sheer adoration as he looks up at your pained face. You let him hold your hands, still folded in your lap, as Choso rests his forehead on your lap. They’re ice cold; how long had he been waiting outside?

“It’ll never happen again. It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know I could have just talked to you, I know you would have listened, but I didn’t even give you a chance, I just did what I wanted. I’m not nearly as kind as you.” Choso admits, words muffled as he buries his face into your thighs. “I don’t deserve you, but I need you. I’ll do whatever you say until you trust me again. Do you hate me?”

“Choso, I never hated you, I was just hurt.” you squeeze his hands gently. “The only reason I got so upset in the first place is because I love you so much. Hell, the cake for the party was more practice than anything so I could make you an even better cake. If you were worried, you should have just told me. You’re not some evil person from feeling jealous, but what you did was wrong. I really need to know that you understand where I’m coming from, I don’t want us to break up or anything. Did you really think I was trying to end things yesterday?”

Choso nods, head still resting on your thighs. “I thought you blocked me on everything. I thou-thought you didn’t ever want to see me again. I should have waited, Eso even said you probably just needed some space, but…I’m so used to being with you, texting you. I was going crazy.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to ghost you. And I’m sorry for calling you a jerk.”

“I am a jerk.”

“No, you acted like a jerk,” you nudge Choso’s shoulder to get him to look up; he does, taking in your face with those pleading puppy dog eyes you can never resist. “I forgive you. I love you baby, so, so much.”

“Bunny,” Choso’s lip wobbles and fat tears roll down his cheeks and chin, dripping onto your hands. “Thank you. I’m sorry I made you cry, just thinking about it makes me want to-to-” he sniffs and clenches his teeth against a whine. “I’m just sorry. I love you. I missed you so much. I couldn’t sleep knowing you were hurting because of me and I wanted to come here right away, but I thought if I did you’d really be fed up and-”

“You didn’t sleep?!” you slowly sit and move so you’re seated further up the bed; Choso follows suit, basically crawling over your pillows and covers to be next to you, tears still streaming down either side of his face. “Choso, lay down baby, you should take a nap. You’ll feel better, believe me. We can talk more later and get something to eat.”

“‘So good to me.” Choso tugs on your arm. “I want to cuddle.” He immediately moves over so you can hold him, laying on your sides as Choso stares balefully up at you through blurry eyes. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Choso, you need sleep.”

“Please?” he mutters, eyes lingering on your pouty mouth. “Need a kiss.”

“Okay, just a little one.”

“Thank you. You’re always so good to me…”

You knew those basset hound eyes would be the death of you: what started out as a tender, chaste kiss swiftly evolved into big hands massaging your breasts, then fingers tugging at the sash of your robe, and finally you being pushed onto your back as Choso holds you down in a mating press. 

“So good!” Choso can’t stop letting out choked moans, so loud, they almost drown out your cries, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, somehow, some way forcing his cock impossibly deep. There’s hints of pain but the pleasure you get from his cock head rubbing against that little spot just behind your clit was overriding all of it. 

“Baby, gotta slow down, you’ll break me at this rate.” you moan, helpless as Choso ducks his head down to lick and suck on your almost painfully sensitive nipples. He had been playing with them obsessively, pinching, rolling, sucking, even leaving dark love bites all over your breast.

“Love you, missed your pussy so much, thought I was gonna, gonna die!”

“Oh god, Choso, please, please baby, it’s too much!” your head lolls side to side; he’s made you cum three times already. Your pussy is a sopping wet mess and it’s all you can do to not pass out as Choso’s thick cock stretches you open over and over again, surely bruising your cervix. “You’re so-ah!” you let out a piercing shriek that only seems to spur him on to go harder. “So deep in my pussy baby, I can’t-”

“Just a little more, I’m so close,” Choso huffs, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, cheeks burning and hair sticking to his forehead; he’s a mess from his own sweat and your slick covering his pelvis where he just won’t stop pounding into you. “You look so good like this, I could fuck you forever…gonna cum so hard, give it all to you,”

“Cum in me,” you sweep his damp hair off his forehead with a faint, fucked out smile. “I want to feel it dripping out of me…can you be a good boy and cum in my pussy?”

“Yes, yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

Choso kisses you roughly, hips rolling into yours, barely pulling his cock out at all, as though he wanted his cum to go as deep inside you as it could go. It’s hot and spurting into your battered insides; thankfully Choso has enough strength left to hold you up as he humps your plush, limp body like a dog in heat. 

“Mine,” he groans, thrusting once more with a violent shudder. “Only mine.”

You suppose it’s not the best idea to encourage him, but you nod anyway, shaky hand in his hair to pet the tangled strands, chest heaving and light headed as Choso pulls his softening cock out slowly so as not to hurt you. He pants against your neck, curled into your side and using his wide palm to rub gentle circles over your hips and thighs.

“My poor bunny.” Choso mutters fondly as his fingers trail over your twitching thighs. “I’ll do better. You won’t regret this. I’m gonna get a bath ready for you, okay?”

“Th-thank you.”

“Sh, just relax, don’t get up.” Choso moves sluggishly to take the box of tissues from your nightstand; the coffee he brought you has somehow not been knocked off in the frenzy. “You’re so cute like this. I’ll wipe you off a bit first, nice and easy. Does it hurt down there?”

“Not really; feels more numb actually.” you roll your head to stare at him directly, meaning to look at least a little serious but you come off more like a grumpy kitten. “Don’t think just because you made me almost pass out that I forgot everything from the past 24 hours mister. I’m holding you to your word.”

“Yes ma’am.” Choso agrees with a hum as he wipes at the mess between your legs. “Thank you again…I still ate the cake you made for me. It was really good.”

“Oh right.”

“Yuji said you should have thrown it in my face.” Choso adds, a bit sheepish at the memory. “I almost didn’t eat it: I thought it would be the last thing you ever gave me…”

“Choso,” you smile at him sadly. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you?”

“Uh huh.” Choso brings you into his arms, careful not to jostle you too suddenly. “Just scared. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Why are you scared? Do you still think I want to break up?”

Choso shrugs. “What if the more you get to know me, the more you see bad things?”

“What kind of bad things?”

“If…if I could, I’d keep you with me. Sometimes when we’re alone, I don’t want to let you go. Then I start wondering if trying to keep you safe will just make you unhappy with me or that I’ll scare you off and then…” A single tear escapes Choso’s eye and he draws you in closer to his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do. Compared to you, I’m really selfish and short sighted.”

“No one’s perfect. I’m not.”

“You're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I overthink things and get worked up over upsetting people. I hold myself to unattainable standards.” you list off tiredly. “And I keep doing this thing where I shy away from letting people really…know me. Like if they do, I’ll just let them down. I feel like an imposter half the time when you say all these nice things about me. You’re the first person I’ve actually wanted to know me, warts and all. It’s worth getting to be with someone like you, Choso. That’s just how relationships work; you’re always risking getting hurt or disappointed when you let people love you…when you love someone. And I love you.”

“Um…is it bad that I feel happy I’m the only person you talk to like this?” Choso sniffles. “Sorry. I’m being selfish again.”

“Maybe a little, but for the right reasons.” you grin and wipe a thumb under his eye. “For the record, it makes me happy you think of me so highly. You make me feel special.”

“You are special and anyone who thinks otherwise is stupid.”

“Does that include me then?”

Choso looks visibly panicked. “Wa-wait, that’s not what I meant!”

“I know, I know, sorry baby.” you kiss him before he starts into another round of apologies. “That was just a little payback. Ah, Choso!”