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“B-But, b-but—I t-think, ah no! I promise it’s really me. I can’t be the curse! I-I mean—wait, I am a curse—but only half! D-Don’t you recognize me??”

Worry edges Choso’s voice while his bottom lip quivers.

Damn, Choso just looks too cute, all forlorn and pouty. You can barely stand it.

“Nah, sounds like you’re copping pleas to me, doppelgänger.”

You nearly give yourself away too, stifling a small mewl from watching his adorable lil’ face crumble, blinking back tears. 

While you didn’t intend to make him cry, your pussy is now crying too. Moisture dampening your panties from finally releasing some of the twisted cuteness aggression you’ve been bottling up for so long.

Your half-curse roommate was just too baby-girl for his own damned good—how could you possibly resist toying with him a little?

With that, you decide to take things up a notch.

“Um, are you sure you’re who you say you are? Because my boyfriend, Choso, is already home!”

“B-B-BOY-F-F-FRIEND?!”

Choso’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, blushing furiously and practically choking on the word itself.

EEEEE! Too precious! 

You quickly cup your hand over your mouth hoping he couldn’t hear your giggles through the door.

Truthfully, you and Choso were just roommates.

Neither of you had come close to crossing any lines in the 10 months you’ve lived together. Your cohabitation has been entirely platonic thus far—to your dismay. 

Choso was unbelievably sexy and it makes him even sexier knowing how oblivious he was to it. However, Choso’s obliviousness is a problem in itself. Every subtle hint you drop seems to go right over his head. He was still so new to the ways of living as an everyday human and thus he interpreted everything in the most innocently unaware way possible.

You had no idea if Choso actually had any romantic inclinations towards you, but watching him get all flustered at the thought of dating you then cheesin’ like a goof only encourages the game you’re playing to continue.

You’d end this charade soon—you promise—but you just needed to mess with him a bit more. He’d been gone for almost two weeks, temporarily staying with Yuji back in the Jujutsu High dorms. You’ve been so lonely at home without him, which of course you use to justify your teasing by saying how he owed you this tiny bit of entertainment.

And it's entertaining as hell.

“You mean you don’t even know that Choso and I have been dating for 3 months!? You’re a horrible doppelgänger, you know that? I thought you’d be more convincing than this.”

On the other side of the door Choso was close to losing his entire shit. He had no idea how to process any of this information—unequivocally not having the slightest clue you’re purely fucking with him.

“D-Dating!? 3 m-months!?!”

Choso chews on his lip, trying to churn his exhausted thoughts together. 

When did this happen!? 

He’d been away hunting doppelgänger curses with Yuji practically non-stop for 2 weeks, he’s exhausted from the sheer number of doppels they exterminated and can’t think straight. He didn’t expect to come home to you accusing him of being one—let alone calling him your boyfriend!

Boyfriend. 

That title continued to pinball in Choso’s mind. 

He wanted to get closer to you for such a long time too, but didn’t know how exactly to go about it, all the social aspects of humanity being brand new to him—especially dating.

Not like he’d ever thought about living a normal life or dating living as a curse. Not until he started working for Jujutsu Tech and Yuji suggested he try living a bit more independently. You, one of the many assistant managers and Yuji’s friend, just happened to be in need of a roommate at the time. Being familiar with the Jujutsu world, you weren’t put off by him being a half-curse, quite the opposite. You’d been so helpful, always cheerful and kind, guiding him through any rough patches and helping him in a way similar to how Yuji does.

Yet it didn’t take long for Choso to realize he felt things about you he’d never experienced with anyone else, not even his brothers. 

The desire to constantly be around you and protect you was similar to how he felt about Yuji but with you it just didn’t stop there. Choso wanted to touch you, he wanted to hold you and he desperately wanted to be held by you too. 

Simultaneous to his budding affections for you—Choso realized the persistent pattern of his cock stiffening terribly when you’d casually roam around the apartment in your pjs. PJs that consisted of curve-clinging bottoms and braless crop-tops that would show the exact outline of your pussyprint along with every slight jiggle of tiddy from your movements.

Confused, Choso immediately went to Yuji with his problem—divulging everything. 

It took about 10 minutes for Yuji and Todo (who happened to be with Yuji at the time) to stop laughing before Yuji finally explained that it was a perfectly normal reaction to seeing a pretty girl dressed in so little. 

“Ha! Damn, seeing that juicy ass in tiny shorts everyday? You are truly blessed brother.”

Choso frowned, going silent. 

He secretly hated when Todo referred to him as brother—only him and Yuji were brothers. 

Moreover, the sinister urge to release piercing blood right through Todo’s tiny peanut head had startled Choso. Choso wasn’t one quick to anger and Todo’s comment wasn’t a threat or an insult by any means—but Choso still didn’t like it, even if he agreed with the sentiment. The last thing he wanted you to do, even to his own torment, was to cover up.

Although admittedly, Choso had seen lots of beautiful women wearing even less on the social media apps Yuji had him download. However, the faint notions of attraction were never as intense as when he was around you.

Not even close.

He didn’t know what to do about that. 

Especially after Yuji had warned Choso that it would be inappropriate to let you see any of the many erections Choso got while in your presence. Continuing to say that unless you felt the same way, it would make you uncomfortable and the only reason you did dress that way around him in the first place is because you are comfortable with him.

Todo on the other hand had a different approach and suggested to Choso he “accidentally” drop his towel in front of you after getting out of the shower.

Face red with embarrassment, Choso pointedly ignored that advice.

Making you uncomfortable was the last thing Choso wanted to risk. 

Choso didn’t want to be any more of a burden to you after you had so graciously helped him over these past months, so he never made any of his affections for you known and certainly wouldn’t be able to recognize if you felt the same way. 

Consequently, he would always quickly excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of the issue, anytime it happened to ‘pop up’. 

Literally. 

He was only glad right now that he couldn’t see you in them calling him your boyfriend or he would surely get hard, hell he was starting to regardless.

Choso is thoroughly perplexed, yet his next question is so innocent you nearly moan out from the sheer cluelessness of it all.

“A-A—Are we really dating—y-you and I? I-I mean, you actually wanted to d-date someone like me?”

Okay, now.

Now would be the perfect time to come clean. 

You’d had your fun right?

You could tell he was starting to take this seriously and it wouldn’t be harmless for much longer if you kept this up. 

You honestly don’t even know what’s gotten into you. This sudden wave of aggression feels out of character for you. You’ve never had any inclination to be so pushy or dominant—in fact, you’ve been referred to as a pillow princess in past relationships.

Yet with Choso it was different and had been since the beginning. The urge to encourage him felt so natural—manifesting as a strange bubbling in your chest whenever he had a doleful look of wide-eyed wonderment, head tilted slightly to the side from processing new information. 

God, it was a mixture of pride, joy and endearment that intensified in such a way you just wanted to make him cry—and it’s the exact same look he has right now you note gazing out of the peephole. 

Your legs rub together, but the shifting of your thighs wasn’t near enough stimulation for your repressed lust. You resisted the compulsions that would sprout to tease or taunt him for far too long and it was all spilling out now.

“Of course, we are Cho! Well me and the real Choso—you’re clearly just a doppelgänger or you wouldn’t be asking your girlfriend that.”

You are the absolute worst. 

“Oh, r-right…”

Choso stops, trailing off mid-sentence when he is finally hit with a revelation. 

But if you two were in fact dating did that mean—

Choso swallows hard, recalling all the accounts Yuji and Todo sent him full of videos (twitter porn) of what two people do together when they ‘date’. Yuji also told him though, if he’d go out to bars with him and Todo he’d likely have no issue finding a girl who’d also do it with him—even if they weren’t dating.

But Choso declined. 

He wasn't interested in doing those things with anyone else—he only wanted to do those things with you.

—wait but….could he really *gulps* with you?

Choso breaks into a anxious sweat.

The problem in his pants had been getting worse lately. To the point he had been excusing himself twice a night to settle down his cock and would try to sit on the furthest end of the sofa during movie nights with a pillow over his crotch. 

Although to his torturous agony, somehow you always seemed to find your way over to his side. By the end of the movie you’d be curled up to him with your head on the pillow in his lap over his erection that would have been throbbing all the while. 

But dating?

Were you actually dating all this time and he’d been too clueless to recognize it? 

Choso didn’t know how it started or what all it entailed but he definitely felt like the worst boyfriend in the world for not realizing it sooner! 

He needed to talk to you about that and apologize—but first he needed to convince you it was actually him.

“B-But roomie—please, it’s really me!”

You smirk, getting another mischievous idea.

Roomie, eh? Heehee.

You and Choso call each other ‘roomie’ in the same affectionate way close friends would call each other ‘bestie’—but this too you would use against him as you’re too far on a roll to stop now.

“Roomie?! Nah, my boyfriend Choso only calls me Mommy.”

“MA-MA-MOMMY!?!”

Choso grabs his chest over his heart, and begins muttering something you can’t quiet here, prompting you to consider if a part of his brain has shut down. 

Well, a piece of yours surely did.

All your thoughts are now controlled by the growing ache between your thighs.

You wish you could tackle him to the ground and ride him until he can't cum anymore and his pleas for you to stop melt into submissive whimpers as your pussy would continue to milk him.

While you might not have confirmation if Choso has feelings for you, you can plainly see he’s not repulsed by it at least.

Even so, intrusive pessimistic thoughts creep in, making you wonder if you’re simply too much for him. He’s already been so jumpy around you lately—more than usual—to the point where you worry you might be making him uncomfortable.

Maybe you haven’t been as good with keeping your cruel urges suppressed as you think?

Choso has been keeping a bit more distance too whenever you try to get too close. You know he’s still so naive to the ways of the world, and even if you are teasing him now, the last thing you want is to make him feel taken advantage of.

After all, you genuinely consider both him and Yuji friends—especially since letting Choso stay with you was originally a favor to Yuji.

However, a part of you secretly thinks Yuji may have had some vendetta against you—because why else would he have gifted his older brother those gray sweatpants and black compression tees for xmas? 

Choso didn’t wear underwear often either, especially when around the house—and a person would have to be blind not to see how fat his cock was just flaccid against his thighs.

So yeah, you did start wearing less and less around him, the boy shorts you wore a few weeks ago might as well have been panties from how far they rode up your crack to let the bottom of your ass cheeks poke out of them.

But Choso, even with that, still wouldn’t look your way for too long. 

You sigh.

Alright you had your fun, you’d—

“I-I’m real, I know how to p-prove it!”

Seconds away from stepping back to open the door and barrier, you're speechless as your eyes widen with recognition. The solid blue and tan print cotton material Choso tearfully pulls from his sleeve definitely belong to you.

YOUR RILAKKUMA PERIOD PANTIES!?

“A f-fake Choso wouldn’t have t-these!”

The words spill out of his lips as he looks down at his feet in shame.

Your eyes haven’t dilated from the size of saucers as Choso reveals undeniable proof that he’s the real deal. How else would he have found those heavily soiled teddy bear granny panties you’d hidden so well at the bottom of the laundry basket? You’d stashed them there weeks ago, right before he came home earlier than expected—just before you could wash them. 

You hadn’t even realized they were missing!

*Sniff* “M’s-so s-sorry M-Mommy, I-I know i-tt’s wrong—j-just miss you s’much when *sniff* m’gone for so l-long… n’these smell s’much like you n’have your b-blood on ‘em a-and—”

Is this real life!?

Choso’s mournful apologies are blubbering out of him a mile a minute but your thoughts go to hell at the debauched truth. Taking shallow breaths, you’re mindlessly caressing the pads of your fingers over your clothed cunt, eager to relieve any of the ache.

“—Uh—um, C-Choso, baby…?”

Even though he’s still rambling, your voice quiets him.

“Y-yeah, Mommy?”

Fuck! 

The hand stroking over your pussy urgently fumbles under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rub on your clit directly now.

He couldn’t just call you Mommy like this and expect you not to be soaked! (Even if it’s your fault he is).

Silently praying that Choso couldn’t hear the soft clicking of your fingers sliding inside your drooling folds to play with your slippery lil’ bud.

Yeah, you were horrible alright—yet you were also horny as hell. 

An unexpected turn of events for sure, but there’s no way you couldn’t see this through now. Especially now that he was full on calling you ‘Mommy’ and had just admitted to stealing your panties! 

So he’d liked you all this time after all?! 

Finding out more was becoming an essential need akin to breathing air.

“T-Tell Mommy something, yeah Cho baby? W-What exactly do you do with Mommy’s panties?”

Looking at his feet, the embarrassment on Choso’s face speaks for itself as he turns his back to the door in shame.

Likewise, you peel yourself from behind the door, leaning against the adjacent wall for additional support as your other hand hurriedly pushes up your top to tweak at your nipples. 

Getting off on the mere mental image of his chagrin and the pitiful whimpers you can hear through the door as Choso starts explaining through his tearful sobs his filthy thieving actions.

Shit—he’s such a horney little freak about it too!

Choso reluctantly admits that due to his heightened senses of being a half-curse he can always smell when you’re bleeding (Yuji also had to assure him there was nothing wrong with you).

Once he’d discovered the pair you left in the basket, Choso couldn’t help himself. 

And they weren’t the first pair he’d taken either. 

Choso had pilfered many sets of your undies to sniff while he hurriedly jerked his cock. Admitting to you sometimes just being around you for too long causes him to get hard. He’d rush to the bathroom and dig through your laundry, scouring for a pair of your panties or thongs like a mad man before resting them directly over his lips and nose. Finally at ease, the bathroom was his refuge and Choso ultimately would bathe his senses in your scent more than he would use the bathroom to actually bathe his body. 

Never lasting too long, Choso would cum all over his trembling hands from perversely sniffing and tonguing down the dirtied gusset of your panties.

If there were times Choso thought he was being too noisy, he’d stuff them in his mouth entirely. Sucking out the sweet tang of your cunt from the fibers and imagining it was your actual pussy his mouth was full of instead. 

Being the considerate roomie he is though, Choso would always clean them. Your panties would be returned to you, washed and folded and placed in your drawer before you could notice them missing.

Near hyperventilating now, Choso’s face is saturated in tears. He's so scared of your reaction. Surely, even if you two were dating you’d still hate him for the huge violation of privacy.

But if he’d known you were dating before, he’d have at least asked you for permission! 

“...M-M-Mommy—are you mad?”

Mad? 

Well you were madly finger popping your pussy to his depraved as fuck confession, if that counted as mad.

By the end of his perverse admission of guilt, you had slid all the way down to the floor. Trying to bite back cries as you are two fingers deep into your cunt. Pumping your soaked digits in and out of your pussy. No longer able to hold back, you are moaning aloud. 

“AHH, FUHH!”

The steamy twisted visions in your mind replay over and over, imagining him in those stupidly sexy gray sweats stroking himself while munching your panties like a fiend. 

Truthfully, the fantasy is doing you in badly and trumped everything else for you.

You haven't been this wet in ages and if he was getting off to your panties, it’s only fair you got off to him owning up to it—right?

“Um, M-Mommy…are y-you okay?”

Choso’s brow furrows when you don’t respond. 

Turning back around, he listens intently for any reply. Head cocking to the side when Choso can only hear muffled cries and the messy sounds of something wet squelching behind the door.

Suddenly, a cold panic sets in for Choso—you said he was already home! 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Choso had been so focused on the whole boyfriend and dating reveal he’d completely overlooked that very important detail. He'd been with Yuji for the past week, so it couldn’t have been him, it had to be—a doppel.

You had let in a doppelganger?

Was he in there with you now?

Were you hurt? Is that why you weren’t answering him?

You didn’t sound hurt before but you certainly do now…well maybe not hurt exactly, but extremely distressed at the very least.

“MOMMY, ANSWER ME!!!”

Choso’s anxious cry did capture your attention but unfortunately only fueled the sense of urgency in your fingers thrusting messily into your sopping cunt.

Holy shit—and the wretchedly pathetic way he just called you ‘Mommy?’ 

You know you’re so fucked up for getting off on tormenting poor Choso like this, but his confession was so fucking hot and pretty fucked all on its own. 

There’s no way in hell you could stop now!

How long has it been even since you last orgasm? You couldn’t even remember, your head floating in the haze of a thick pleasurable fog. Regardless the actual length of time the answer was still that it had been too fucking long. 

“AH-AH—SHIIIIIIIT!” 

So close!

Your hand pulling at your nipples joins your other down your pants. The fingers not plunging in your tight slippery core are scrawling urgent cursive patterns over your sensitive nub, unconsciously spelling out Choso’s name on your clit over and over.

Your toes curl as you chew on your lip, the rope in your belly pulls taunt ready to snap when—

BAMMMMMM!!!

Choso barrels through the door and barrier—flowing red scale activated. 

The door itself barely hangs on its hinges as it ricochets back into place (yeah that was def coming out of your deposit for sure).

Scaring you half to death, orgasm thwarted, you can only stare at Choso as rage you’d never seen before is etched all over his face. Yet still his concern for you is evident in rapid fire questions he shoots at you faster than you can even process with your mind still swimming in your lingering arousal.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“WHERE IS HE?!”“DID HE HURT YOU?!”

“HE HURT YOU—I’LL KILL ‘EM!”

Pacing around your apartment frantically, Choso abruptly comes to a stop once he senses that you are the only two in the apartment. 

There’s no doppelganger terrorizing you.

The both of you are panting—Choso from his battle-ready stance, blood congealing off the edges of the vivid crimson barbed arrows on his flustered cheeks—and you, panting from the shock of him bursting through the door, making your core to clench and pulse to the beat of your skyrocketing heart rate.

Stuck like a deer in headlights, you swallow thickly. You’re not sure how much time passes—it feels like hours, though it’s likely only been a few minutes. 

Regaining enough of your wits to remember the compromising position you are in, you slowly begin to pull your hands out of your shorts. The movement catches Choso’s eye, his vision narrowing in on your hands and fixes on the glimpse he receives of the large moist spot leaking through your cute yellow sleep shorts.

“W-W-Wait!”

Breath stuttering in a bit of a tizzy, Choso drops to his knees before you the second it clicks what you were doing. All thoughts of your obvious lies gone, the arousing perfume wafting off your cunt slaps him upside the head and severely cripples his ability to process the entire situation. 

It smells so-so much more sweet and potent than the stale remnants he’d get from your used panties!

You remain all the while still against the wall, his bigger form towers over you, effectively trapping you between the surface and his massive erection. The hard-on Choso sports proudly pokes through his baggy hakama pants. Yet he's so transfixed on the moisture glimmering on your soft thighs, he doesn’t realize he’s even showing it off to you—you do notice, however, quite a lot.

Fuck, you’d never seen him hard before he was so big!  

“C-can I see?” 

Choso’s voice meekly squeaks out, his tone becoming pitchy as he chews on his bottom lip and wipes his slick clammy palms off on his pants.

Oh shit, he’s so fucking cute you could eat him right the fuck up.

And unknowingly Choso was thinking the same thing about you—wishing you’d let him in sooner.

Why were you doing this without him? 

He was your boyfriend right? He could have been helping you with this.

Did you think he’d not want to do this with you? 

Did you not want to do it with him?

Yet Choso doesn’t get the opportunity to voice any of these concerns as his mind turns to goo when your pink tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. Nodding affirmatively, you gently shimmy your pj shorts down.

Your heart is beating so hard in your ears right now.

You know a conversation needs to be had and that you have to tell him the truth—fess up and come clean. 

Although all of that seemed so small and irrelevant compared to the very large cock thumping against Choso’s thigh and the pertinent fluttering of your pussy—she’s not letting you forget how badly you still want to cum for a second.

If anything you were just happy more than anything he was just as big, if not a bigger, sexually repressed degenerate as you are.  The fact that you both wanted each other would be good enough for now which was more than evident in Choso’s eyes—crazed with excitement and following your every move.

He most definitely keenly whines like an injured puppy. As if the sight of you spreading your thick thighs open to reveal the pretty pair of mesh and silk panties, with a sizable expanding wet spot over your core, pains him and he trembles. 

“Mmm, is it okay if I…?”

Neither you nor Choso is quite sure what he’s asking permission for but you give it to him regardless.

Your body jumps slightly when you feel his shaky grasp touch your warm skin just above your knees. Trying to calm himself proves futile the higher Choso’s palms stumble upwards to rest on your inner thighs. 

The audible puff Choso breathes out seeing with his own eyes the pretty shape and color of your glistening cunt through the wet mesh material.

Lowering his face closer to your core, Choso unabashedly takes the biggest whiff of your lewd aroma. His eyes roll back as he moans sensually. His warm breath and flicks of his drool gust over your quivering cunt which has your hips eagerly tipping forward to offer yourself up to him on a platter.

“Cho?”

The neediness is evident in your wanton tone and Choso’s eyes perk up toward you, expectantly, wide-eyed obedience like a hungry dog before it's rewarded with a tasty treat.

“What you said you did to my panties, Cho?—m’do it like that baby.”

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“OHHH GAWD—F-FUCK!”

Choso’s iron hold spreads your doughy thighs apart as his face imposes itself deeper into the fabric covering your creamy cunt, not allowing you to wiggle yourself loose. 

When you told Choso to eat you like he did your panties you didn’t expect he’d actually keep them on you!

You’re discovering just how much Choso liked chewing on your panties—on or off you apparently. You’d tease him for the fetish if he’d ever pause to come up for air and give your poor lil’ puss a break from the carnal torrent of his feverish tongue. 

Head bobbing back and forth in a rhythm all of its own, Choso is quite literally crying into your pussy, deliriously whimpering unintelligible praises of her—with no sign of stopping. At his complete mercy, your hands hold on to pigtails like reigns, except no amount of pulling gets Choso to put heel to his rampage—in fact it does the opposite.

Choso is obsessed with the whole of you—every shiver, twitch or cry he elicits from you encourages him to draw out even more.

How could he not be? 

Especially with the delectable dish before him consisting of your translucent soggy panties gluing itself to the exact shape of your smooth inner folds and puffy clit. Completely saturated, a build up of slick, spit and tears suds atop the mesh creating sloppy spit bubbles in the wake of his mouth’s crazed motions. Bubbles which Choso eagerly slurps up again like a man who's been parched for days. 

And truly he is—not wanting to remove his head between your heavenly thighs for even a moment lest he wake and discover this all to be a hallucination. He didn’t want to ever go back to only imagining this kind of bliss.

“Soooo g-good..GOD—S-Such…AH—g-good boy, Cho.”

Lost in the sauce of your sweet pussy, Choso gleefully continues—languid in his exploration but purposeful, you feel every flex of his dexterous muscle quivering in your pussy as he licks you from your swollen outer lips and into the folds of your inner labia. 

Choso commits every groove of your cunt to his memory. 

Only once you tense enough, arching your back and digging your nails into his cranium to push him towards her will Choso finally pay attention to your clit— his thick spongy tongue flattens, ensuring its soft bump texture scrapes across each and every nerve in your sensitive fleshy bundle. He’s feverishly making out with your bud to the point of making your actual mouth jealous.

Fuck, he was eating you like a pro and you haven’t even properly kissed him yet!

His skills are a total 180 degree shift from how novice he was just an hour earlier.

Obviously inexperienced, Choso’s first inclination was to latch his entire mouth over your clothed cunt, sucking and licking aimlessly, which honestly tickled at first more than anything.

Yet being the fast-learning good boy he is, Choso takes your instructions as well as your nonverbal cues to heart. Checking in with you often, his eyes darted up to you with innocent coos of ‘How does it feel, Mommy?’ reverberating into your core. 

Not only does Choso take direction well, he proactively improvises. 

You weren’t expecting him to start humming on your clit when you instructed him to suck it directly. Playing you like a harmonica, shaking his head and alternating between sucking and blowing. The insane waves vibrated into your cunt to stimulate every single pleasure point. 

You’d never gotten eaten out so desperately before, let alone with your underwear still on!

More caring with your pleasure than his own, Choso has already pulled two mind-bending orgasms out of you. Dining on your savory cunt like it's his last meal, Choso’s greediness while drowning in your pussy is steadily taking you to number three. 

To say Choso is pussy-drunk at the moment would be a massive understatement. 

Choso is worshiping you like he had found God in your gooey lips and as far as he was concerned he has. Relentlessly grinding against the floor, shuddering and moaning into your cunt he’d gladly pray into your pussy as much as you’d let him, swirling his tongue as far as he could into your cute hole winking against your soggy panties. 

From the noises he makes you think he’s already found enough pleasure of his own to soil his pants.

And you’re absolutely right.

Frantically rubbing his dick against your shared apartment’s plush carpet, the absolute elation he feels to finally taste you after all this time combined with the scratchy friction of the fibers prove too much for his needy virgin cock to bear. 

Nevertheless, that doesn’t slow him, uncaring about the uncomfortable stickiness caking between his legs when his head is still very occupied between yours.

“Shiiiit, ah—fuh—W-waiiiit, baby…Chos—OH!”

Stomach clenching, eye rolling ecstasy takes over when his canine accidentally swiped over your overstimmed clit. The tension finally snaps and your legs jerk with the prickly pleasure of tingles running through them. Your lashes splash away the stream of tears filling your eyes from the third orgasm Choso has studiously pulled from you.  

Choso shows no sign of stopping and while you’d happily let your little eater go to town on you all night, your pussy is screaming at you—you needed him to fill her up.

It takes all your strength to pry Choso’s face out of your cunt. His flushed cheeks are drenched and he appears dazed, a dreamy gaze in his eyes before distress instantly etches his features upon realizing he wasn’t suffocating himself in your pussy any longer.

“Nooo, Mommy pleaaaasuh! She’s s’p-pretty n s’creamy—s’wet… l-let me go back, kay?”

His deranged affectionate whines spur you to tug on his hair harder, keeping his attention focused on your face as you pose to him the question that has him ready to cum in his pants all over again.

“I know Cho, your mouth is s’good at getting Mommy’s pussy messy. But baby, don’t you wanna wet your dick in your girlfriend’s pussy next?”

Dumbstruck, Choso never considered that an option. 

“Or are you just satisfied with stewing in your own cum filled pants?”

Truly, he would have been happy just setting up camp all night with his face lodged in your cunt. Yet you flipped the lights on in his mind again, reminding him of how much he’d wanted to feel you on his cock knowing it would be so much better than his calloused hands stroking him.

With a series of dopey headshakes, Choso is scrambling to remove his robes. 

“Sorry, m’sorry!”

You couldn’t laugh at Choso for nearly falling over himself enthusiastically trying to shed his clothes, not when you’re just as wound up. Buzzing with lust, you're openly drooling seeing the massive stain on Choso’s white hakama as he sits back on his knees. Pushing down his pants, Choso’s cock rebounds bobbing back towards his belly and leaving glimmering traces of the prior mess he’s made. 

You knew he was big but holy shit—he’s too fuckin baby girl to be carrying around such a deadly daddy weapon in his pants. It makes rock hard length all the more intimidating the way his mushroomy tip reddens as the pearly streams of his essence flow over the heavy vein swaying his cock forward.

“If you really mean it, then apologize to Mommy with your cock for wasting all her cum in those pants of yours.”

You’re way past the line of going too far already. 

You know you are playing with fire teasing him like this, especially since the thick lines of his ability still activated even if the barbs were no longer on his face. He’d literally split you in two if he went too fast—and yet?

A part of you wanted him to break you.

Hovering over your form, like you were a delicate object while helping you pull off your last remaining articles of clothing. There's a mixture of both of your fluids webbing to your cunt as your panties—now destroyed with little holes scattering them from Choso him furiously gnawing on them like a teething puppy— are gingerly peeled off your skin.

Seeing you completely naked, Choso is stunned stupid. 

Utterly stuck, he’s biting his inner cheek hard so he doesn’t cum just from the sight of you from your warmed cheeks, pert nipples, quivering belly and pussy glossy from leaking a steady stream of drool.

“Y-You’re perfect!”

Choso blurts out and you think you can feel the thumping in your pussy all the way up in your eardrums as you overload on his adorableness. 

Spreading your legs wider you allow him to settle between your thighs, your hips slightly strain from accommodating his large body that completely dwarfs yours as Choso presses ope your thighs again. 

His anticipation visible, Choso’s upper body is trembling, biting down on his lip as he cautiously runs his angry cockhead down your soaked slit.  

“Shiiiiiiit.”

Drawing back Choso hesitates, the feel of even your pearly gland against his tip is almost too much.

“Umm, Y-You know what you’re doing Cho? I can get on—”

“NO! Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’d want that it’s, uh—I-I wanna make you feel good first if that’s okay, Mommy?”

Choso mumbles shyly, a determined look behind his bashefulness—so fuckin cute!

Oh yeah, you couldn’t wait for your turn to eat him the fuck up.

You’d settle for his lips though, tasting yourself on them you share your first real kiss while Choso is sinking inside your gummy core. The kiss doesn’t last long, only faintly grazing your tongue against his own before Choso is choking into your mouth. Unable to savor the kiss as he can’t even control the movement of his lips, just sneaking the very tip inside you near paralyzes him with pleasure.

Too warm, too wet and the fit much too tight—so it’s no surprise that when his hips dare to venture only a tiniest bit forward he's immediately cumming inside you with broken wails and sobs. 

“M’sorry! M’sorry! M’sorry!”

Your mind is elsewhere, still delayed from your pussy getting stretched so wide from the mere girth of the cockhead just minutes after getting eaten like a last meal on death row—so you didn’t even consider how fast he would cum once he was inside you.

Telling him to pull out now would be pointless, especially considering how incredibly turned on you are by him shaking like a leaf from just putting his tip inside. Trying to thursy into you further has him collapsing down and crying nonsense into your neck. 

A small smile is on your lips as you soothe him, amused with your pussy being Choso’s personal kryptonite. Hooking your arms under his, you stroke his shoulder blades whispering assurances.

“Just breathe Cho”

You’re also relishing the break it also gave you time to adjust, you were so full just from taking half of him. Your walls are slowly learning to accommodate his girth and clench around him, sucking him further in causing him to keen pitchy little moans as the pool of slobber increases down your nape.

Shit. You’re craving more.

You didn’t want to rush him as you can tell how just the smallest crumb of pussy has him in shambles, but your insides might burn up entirely if he didn’t start moving soon. 

Your gentle touch slick with the sweat beading on his broad chiseled back, roams down until you reach his hips. Nails digging into the sides of his glutes for grip, you pull his pelvis forward and down. Teaching him just how to fuck you, you lead his twitching length deeper into your pussy before guiding his hips back up then down again. 

Frankly, you think Choso might bust again from the deep groan he sighs when his long cock knocks against your cervix, fully sheathed in you. But your good boy proves to be a quick study yet again and it only takes a few cycles of training his hips before Choso adapts to a steady consistent rhythm on his own.

His eyes are screwed shut though, knowing from the videos he watched you wouldn’t be satisfied unless he could last longer for you. Certainly Choso would nut if he caught a glimpse of how nicely the peaks of your stiff nipples were bouncing or the lewd splash of creamy fluids from your cunt edging up your churning tummy like a tide. 

It was almost too much on its own that Choso could still taste the sweet tang of your cunt on his lips knowing his cock was buried so deeply in her. Choso’s oral fixation getting the best of him, the desire to suck on all parts of you rose as he scoops you up slightly, arms wrapped around your back propping your chest up towards his mouth so he can suckle on your tiddies.

When Choso inevitably makes the mistake of opening his eyes. Your sweet face, twisted in rapture, eyes fluttering back in a way that nearly matches the fluttering of your cunt around him undoes him again.

Choso just loves you too much.

“G-Gonna cum, again—m’sorry Mommy! G-GUHHHHHHH. P-Pussy too good. Never wanna leave—never gonna leave your perfect pussy, Mommy. I’ll stay inside you like this.”

Deranged in ecstasy, head burrowed in the safe haven in your tits, Choso’s declarations feel more like threats. Mouth is still full of tiddy, Choso coos out more promises of loving you and your pretty pussy so good like you deserve and making up for the months he could have been doing this.

“C-Cho, baby, pull out if you’re g-gonna—”

Too late.

To his credit Choso, wasn't even doing it on purpose. His body is in auto mode. Your cunt crippling his brain too badly for him to have any real control and Choso fucking you more like a curse than a human in the moment.

You’d asked for it with your teasing though, you thought as another load of viscous warmth blooms into your guts. Initially you figured no harm since it was his first time, but you’re now  losing count of the many times Choso has battered your puffed pussy into another orgasm and in turn busted in you. 

Obscene sounds squelch out of your pretty pussy, his cum making it even easier for him to frantically buck his hips to slam against your g-spot with every thrust—growing wholly addicted to the feeling of sliding in and out of you. 

His desperation for you has Choso manhandling you into different positions, all which you have Yuji and Todo to thank for sending him all their fap material. You didn’t know that though and you didn’t have time to wonder either when Choso has zero regard for the flexibility some of these positions require, yet obediently it’s your body bends to his will. 

Your head is drowning in euphoria from getting fucked so savagely, it takes a while to realize that you’ve changed positions again. Now on your stomach, ass up and shoulder being held down as Choso is using your creamy pulverized cunt like his own personal fleshlight. 

Your limbs feel weak and you’re cumming so hard now it’s almost painful, Choso reaches around to strum your abused clit while biting into your neck.

“One more time, Mommy! Please let me fuck you, one more time!”

Unfortunately for your poor pummeled pussy, that one more time was 3 rounds ago and your new boyfriend hasn’t gone soft yet—likely thanks to his blood manipulating abilities.

But since you manipulated Choso and yourself into a 3 month relationship it’s only fair he manipulates his cock into staying hard—right?

Choso has to make up for an entire 3 months of not fucking you tonight.

Good luck with that!

......RESULT: INCONCLUSIVE. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜—𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 '𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢'.

that's not my jjk man series (visit series page for full animation)

i did not mean for it to be this long but got carried away as this the first time ive written virgin!choso.

comment and reblog! next up nanami, reworking it bit thats why I delayed it.

truly, as the damned preparations fucked up his entire week. you taking him on mindless errands—him driving, you spending, the backseat and truck filling with various pastel bullshit and enough candy to rival halloween, to all culminate on sunday morning.

he'd have put a stop this before it started but knew he wouldn't be getting any ass for a while if he fucked this up so sukuna is forced to play nice.

he only grumbles half-hearted curses under his breath while you arranged the edible grass, stuffed baskets with candy, dyed eggs in pastel colors—and he set up a scavenger hunt across the backyard. the clues took him way too fuckin' long to write, mostly because you kept rejecting them.

"sukuna, they're six. they can't solve riddles about 'the ephemeral nature of spring.'"

"it builds character."

you deadpan.

"what? the lil' emo one's got it." he shrugs. "he's like ten and already reading danzai."

you roll your eyes, fed up.

"make it fun for KIDS, ryo—or i'll make you wear that costume all day."

reluctantly sukuna complies finishing early enough to catch a football game on tv in his full bunny suit. when the quartet finally wakes up and spots the baskets, they lose their minds—three six-year-olds shrieking and tearing into candy while choso watches with a soft grin, giving yuji some of his candy too.

and then yuji spots the giant bunny on the sofa re-adjusting his balls.

"THE EASTER BUNNY CAME!"

sukuna freezes. megumi squints, approaching slow and suspicious at the easter bunny being a manchester fan—(too damn adept for his own good at six) while nobara and yuji are already sprinting at him. choso catches sukuna's eye and gives him a thumbs up like the supportive little shit he is.

sukuna spends the next hour in full costume, crouching down to their height, guiding them through the scavenger hunt in the yard with exaggerated paw gestures because he can't talk—yuji insisted the easter bunny doesn't speak, only wiggles his nose and hops. 

hopping—like a fucking animal.

sukuna almost breaks character right then and there.

but then yuji looks up at him with those big stupid brown eyes, all wonder and belief—and choso's right there standing behind him, clutching a giant plush carrot like he might attempt seppuku with it if the illusion shatters for his little brother.

so sukuna rolls his eyes in his suit and proceeds to hop and wiggle his fucking nose—because he's ultimately just as weak as choso when it comes to that kid.

not that he'd ever admit it.

eventually the kids scatter across the lawn and sukuna retreats to the porch—arms crossed, still in the fucking suit even though he's sweating balls because if he sheds this skin where the kids can see, you'll peel his off next.

no sooner had he thought that then you appeared, fresh lemonade in hand.

speak of the devil. or succubus, more like—the way that sundress is sitting on you. the thin straps slide over your skin as you move and the hem of it is barely covering mid-thigh.

shit. the temperature inside the bunny suit immediately spikes about twenty degrees higher.

not being able to take his eyes off of you, sukuna takes in how the morning sun catches the fabric just right—sheer enough that he can see the shadow of your nipples, the soft sway of your chest.

clearly no bra. on a sunday too? slut, he thinks. especially as you crouch down to hand nobara a glass and your hem rides up, flashing the curve of your ass.

in that moment though something shifts in sukuna.

not just the obvious—though his cock is definitely awake now, twitching inside this humid furry prison.

no, it's the way you brush yuji's hair from his forehead, smiling. the way you laugh at something megumi mutters, perfectly handling his moods. the way you twirl nobara in her easter dress and the way choso trails behind you holding the lemonade pitcher like a little assistant, ready to refill glasses before you even ask.

all four of children orbit you like little moons...

you'd be a good mother.

the thought lands like a sucker punch to the jaw. sukuna tries to shake it off—what the fuck—but it lingers warm and unwelcome in his chest, made worse by the way you glance back at him with a smile like he's something soft.

sukuna is a lot of things, sure, but he is not soft—just ask his p.o. and former cellmates.

he's done 2 prison bids over the years. 

and yet sukuna can't help but think maybe he is starting to go a bit fuzzy at he edges considering what he's currently wearing.

and ultimately, he doesn’t even resent you for it.

he’d do it for you again.

he’d do anything for you, actually...

that thought lingers and he visualizes your body round and plump with his seed, as you take the now empty glasses and pitcher back inside.

sukuna automatically follows.

the screen door barely shutting behind him before he's on you.

bunny head discarded on the floor with a thud. his paws yank you back against him before you can even turn around, and you gasp feeling how hard he already is, grinding his thick erection against your ass through all that ridiculous fabric.

"kuna—the kids—", you whine, already feeling yourself getting wet from the feral energy radiating off of him.

"outside."

sukuna is down to one-word answers only. his brain's not working right, clearly. and the only thing he gives a fuck about right now is being inside of you. so he's shoving your sundress up and dragging your pretty panties down your thighs to bend you over the counter.

"k-kuna!"

"shut up and take it. i know you're already soaked, woman."

he fishes his cock out through the costume's front slit, the seam splitting wider as he stuffs himself through—the thing was clearly not for someone of his size—and sinks into your cunt in one slowly, savoring your gooey core as you clench desperately.

wet already. still loose from the night before too. he fuckin' called it.

shit, you're so perfect.

sukuna groans hot against the back of your neck, burying his nose in your hair and tongue slurping up the perspiration beading at the back of your neck. the fuzzy suit bunches awkwardly at his hips as he bottoms out, your slick already dripping down his length and soiling the white fur.

"gonna have to burn this fuckin' thing after," he mutters, pulling out and fucking back in hard and fast enough to make you squeal.

"worth it tho..." sukuna muses, "now let's get this needy girl down here talkin' too."

one furry paw fists in your hair and the other clamps over your mouth as he rails into you. thankfully the costume quiets and obscene slapping of flesh, yet the vulgar squelch of your pussy is only drowned out by the kids yelling as they play in the yard.

bullying himself deeper, your pussy is squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

...well fuck. does your freaky ass actually get off on getting fucked in this damned thing?

"this what you wanted, huh?" sukuna pants against your ear, fucking you harder, deeper, the fat head of his roughly bullying your cervix with every stroke.

"the audacity" he laughs against your ear, mean and half-deranged. "you got some nerve, you know that? make me dress like a fucking clown and then walk out there in that? bending over where anyone could see what's mine?"

sukuna suddenly snaps his hips hard enough to make you cry out, slobbering profusely from both lips. "nah, you wanted this. wanted the easter bunny to stuff your greedy little hole. c'mon cum my slutty lil bunny."

"mmmph!"

oh and you do cum embarrassingly fast, your sobs muffled into his furry palm, drooling all over it, clenching around him so hard he nearly busts right there.

but sukuna doesn't pull out.

he fucks you through it while the breakfast you were making burns on the stove.

sukuna doesn't give 2 halves of a shit either—you'll all go out somewhere for breakfast on his dime—after he has his fill. you're pussy is his favorite way for him to start his day and he's gone too long this morning without it.

finally releasing in you, sukuna pumps you full until his cum is leaking down your trembling thighs and into your kitten heels, until your legs shake so bad you're barely standing, only the counter holding you up.

he stays hunched over you, heavy breathing filling the space, as you both catch your breath. then sukuna pulls out slowly, enjoying the sight of his load overflowing from your pretty lil pussy and pooling in the gusset of your ruined panties.

"happy fucking easter." the words are a growl against your ear, his stubble scraping your skin. tuggings your panties up over the mess, sukuna pats your swollen pussy with a satisfied hum.

"keep these on for me. my kids are on their own little scavenger hunt now—let's see if they find that egg before the day's out."

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚋𝚕𝚔𝚔𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

♡ happy easter! this fic literally spawned outta nowhere and i had to write it down. sorry for any errors, i wrote this one fast and my dyslexic ass likely didn't catch everything.

But if that tip had been legit? The pay out would've been insane. He coulda bought better toys for you and had a cool ¥500K extra in his pocket.

Easy money.

Except it wasn't this time.

But Toji has already taken one L today, he isn't stupid enough to take another and come back home to his wife empty-handed. Not after you'd been so excited. Not after you'd trusted him with this.

A pang of guilt ran through him—he'd just have to improvise, something he did often in his line of work.

So—Daiso it is.

Strolling through the automatic doors, Toji begins wandering down the overstuffed aisles. Within 2 minutes he's already annoyed with just how much useless shit is in this store.

Ten minutes later, Toji is at the register with a basket full of "toys."

This shit looks good enough t’me.

Toji is even more pleased with himself that total came to exactly ¥487 since he only has ¥2000 left until Shiu called him for another job.

But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know any of it actually.

The "blindfold" he bought would help cover his tracks too.

"Turn around." Toji gruffs at you, arousal thick in his voice.

With Megumi thankfully at Yuji's you're stripped down to just a black lacy thong in the living room.

"Wait—I have to wear a blindfold too...the whole time!?" "Well yeah, ma, heightens the experience and all that shit...now be a good girl, turn around."

You chew your lip, hesitant, but Toji is already on you giving you a playful spank on your bottom as you turn.

You don't see the fabric in his hand before it’s over your eyes, the motion faster than you can sense. However, darkness follows all the same from the heavy cotton-like material settles over your eyes with grippy sides.

Toji makes short work of knotting it snug at the back of your skull, tugging once to test the hold.

"There. Now open up those pretty DSLs, mama."

Smirking, Toji doesn't need heavenly restriction to sense you rolling your eyes behind the blindfold as you purse your lips for a moment before opening them anyway.

Something rubbery presses against your mouth and you instinctively withdraw. You wrinkle your nose at the smell, it’s chemical, plasticky—but sigh and part your lips anyway. You did agree to this.

Pleased at your compliance, Toji pushes the gag in. The ball of it sits heavy on your tongue, coating it with a bitter film that makes the muscle tingle before going slightly numb.

You try to ask something but it comes out muffled as Toji's already securing the gag. The material is braided, a bit coarser than you expected as it scrapes against your cheeks and chafes the corners of your mouth.

"Just breathe through your nose, ma," Toji snorts seeing you struggle. You can hear the smirk in his voice. "You'll make it."

Make it? Yeah you aren't so sure of that.

However, you suppose this is all a part of the sensory deprivation angle, mixing pleasure with a bit of pain and uncomfortability, so you roll with it.

Toji claimed to have dabbled in bdsm before, you were the one brand new to it all. And you do realize to anyone else, you'd have more than a few reasons not to trust him with his reputation but despite all that, you did feel safest with him.

Besides, the one thing you could rely on Toji for consistently is good dick—exceptionally good too.

Which is why you don't complain when his hands grip the lil chub of your waist, giving it a firm squeeze (he knows you hate it, but he loves yours "fuck handles") as he bends you forward over the arm of the big leather chair in your living room.

Toji takes his time, positioning you just right like someone who'd not only thought about this—but painstakingly planned—how he would fuck you once he got you all tied up for him like a gift.

Peeling your panties down your legs, Toji lets the cool air bite at your exposed cunt. You're already plenty soaked. Been soaked actually, all in anticipation of him getting home tonight. You're so worked up now your arousal is stringing silk between your thighs, clinging to your folds.

From this angle Toji can see it all too—the slick drooling out of you, your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, already begging for him.

He's going to stuff her full. Just not yet.

A camera shutter clicks and you roll your eyes. "Fap material for the road," Toji calls it and you don't mind—but he came back late today and you're dripping.

He needs to hurry up and fuck you!

Toji can tell you're getting restless. That slutty pussy of yours is always so impatient for his cock.

"Hol' on, mamas." Smack his hand hits your ass again. "'S'more where that came from."

Then come the nipple clamps.

The first one bites down on your nipple and your whole body jerks, a sharp sting radiating outward. You cry out behind the gag. The second follows immediately, just as cruel—but the pinching quickly morphs into something sweeter as they jiggle, pulling at the sensitive flesh with your every heaving exhale.

"Ya good? Not too much, for my lil' slut, eh? Toji asks.

You shake your head profusely.

Sure, your eyes were watering from the sting, but you didn't imagine it would hurt soooo good.

"Atta girl. Do good with this and I'll buy one to put on that cute lil clit next time."

Toji's praise makes your stomach flutter, heat pooling low in your belly at the promise. You're aching with need—desperate enough that you don't question it when something other than the silk ropes he said he bought circles your wrists.

The material twists rough against your delicate skin, once, twice, three times, locking your arms extending straight behind your back.

The position forces your shoulders to bow, spine curving in and, chest pushing forward, forcing your clamped nipples to drag against the cool leather beneath you.

Whimpering around the gag, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, you try to shift your weight, to lift yourself—but there's no leverage.

Nowhere to go.

"Shh." Toji presses a heavy palm between your shoulder blades. "Hold still, mama."

That's about all you can do at the moment anyway—take it. Which is, apparently, exactly how he wants you.

Toji's thigh nudges your legs apart as he closes in, the weight of his fat cock resting up against the crack of your ass. He revels in the feeling for a moment before he drags his length down the curve of you, leaving a smeared trail of pre in his wake—like lewd paint strokes across your flesh.

Lower and lower, he decorates your skin until his bulbous tip catches at your folds. Toji shoves his cock through them, pushing up into your clit and drenching himself in your wetness.

Heh, no lube needed with the supersoaker you had on you.

"Fuck." He puffs out low, trying to hold himself back from slamming into you as he slips in one finger, then another inside you. It’s not long before he works a teasingly gentle rhythm inside you, softly circling up to your womb.

"Kept her wet for me all day, huh nasty girl?"

You whine, try to push back against him to force more friction, but his other hand rakes down your spine to flatten at the small of your back, pinning you into place.

"Nuh-uh, patience, ma. I'll get the lil' slut between your legs there soon enough."

A third finger sinks into your dripping cunt and Toji picks up the pace—curling, pressing and fucking into that spongy spot until your thighs are shaking. Ass arched high over the sofa, you're completely open for him, wet sounds filling the room every time he pumps his fingers deeper.

Close. You're so fucking close.

But just as the coil in your stomach pulls tight enough to snap, Toji rips it all away leaving you gaping, clenching and empty.

"Heh, what'd be the fun in lettin' ya cum that easy, princess?" His slick fingers graze over your clit, it twitches with every flick of his thumb. "Not gonna wait f'er daddy?"

A muffled protest builds behind the gag—until the fat head of his cock nudges at your entrance, pressing just enough to split you open. Your cries dissolve into soft coos, needy little noises begging him to keep going.

And he does.

"Se—no!"

Bullying his cock right into your pussy, til his pubic bone meets your crack, all in one go.

Like ripping off a band-aid.

"NNGHHHH—!"

The stretch burns. It always does with him though—Toji is thick enough that your poor pussy has to work to accommodate him every single time. His girth quite literally stretching the limits of your elasticity with every ridge and every inch of him dragging against your walls—but that's what also makes it so damn good too.

His cock pries you open until he's pushing against your womb.

"Fuck, she's tight today—"

Your bound hands flex uselessly, nails raking over the sweat-slicked muscles of his abdomen as he bottoms out.

"Nah, no runnin, princess." Toji grabs the restraints at your wrist. His cock is so deep that with your eyes closed and mouth gagged, every cell in your body can feel his dick throb inside of you.

"That's my girl. Take it allllllllll f'er daddy."

And with that Toji gives you no further time to adjust.

Toji pulls back and slams forward, his hips press flush against your ass to make it ripple. A muffled cry out from deep in your guts fumbles out of you as a brutal pace ensues that has your tits bouncing against the leather, the clamps pulling with every thrust. Pain and pleasure knots together until you can't tell where one sensation ends and the other begins.

"T-T-kshojiiii—!"

His name comes out garbled around the gag. Drool pouring down your chin, mixing with—wet slurps, choked gags, the filthy squelch of your cunt and the sharp slap of his hips against your ass—a filthy symphony filling the room.

Then the first strike lands on your ass.

CRACK!

You yelp, walls clenching involuntarily around him. Something stiff and flat—the crop, you assume—leaving a welt of heat across your already sore cheeks.

"Oh f-fuck, ya squeezed me so tight when I did that." Another strike. Then another in quick succession with you tightening up on Toji more with every blow.

"If she keeps choking me out like that—m'not gonna be able t'pull out."

Toji rarely pulled out anyway, playing it fast and loose with a possible pregnancies you hadn't planned for with his love of gambling. Thankfully, you usually had an IUD, but after he fucked that out of you last week you hadn't had a chance to go to the docs yet.

Shit he might actually knock you up.

But you can’t think logically now. You're not gonna last long either—your restricted senses hurtling you toward the edge. You can't touch, can't talk, can't see. Only feel. Well—you can hear. But the added sound of Toji's huge balls slapping against your soaked folds is only adding to the overstimulating euphoria of it all.

Stuffed full, nipples burning, ass stinging, your every nerve ending is lit up and screaming. The pressure builds rapidly in your belly, with every feral thrust, oh fuck yes!

"Gonna cum?" Toji's voice is ragged now, breath hot against your ear as he leans over you.

"Yeah, ya are. Feel this pretty pussy milkin' me like she wants to drink it all up."

The crop cracks against your ass one more time and you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you—violent, electric.

"That’s it, my filthy lil' fuckdoll—make a fuckin' mess."

"Mmph—hhhng—!"

Your cunt spasms so hard around his dick that your vision goes white behind the blindfold, somehow, even in the dark.

A wave of wetness gushes down your thighs, splashing against his pelvis, his abs and seeping onto the leather beneath you. Your legs twitch erratically, your entire body seizing as the aftershocks roll through.

You've never come that hard in your life.

Not with him.

Not with anyone.

There's so much squirt running down your legs now, you can't be sure if you didn't piss yourself too.

Fuccccck and Toji is still going.

Chasing his own nut, Toji's groans turn primal—closer to a roar. Grip bruising your hips as he fucks you through your high, hunching over your spent, trembling body. Loving the feeling of you so small and helpless beneath him. His eyes clench shut and his pace soon grows sloppy and desperate.

Toji can't think of anything except how perfect you feel falling apart on his cock.

So much so that he doesn't realize curled over you, his meaty pecs keep knocking against the knot of your blindfold until it's forced out of place—and not long after, it slips off your head entirely.

Light floods your vision and you blink rapidly, disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim room.

Still draped over the leather chair, the first thing that catches your eye is the blindfold—except…. it's not a blindfold.

It's a long dark green looking grippy hospital sock.

The fuck?!

Confused you turn your head towards Toji when you actually catch sight of your reflection in the living room mirror.

Your body tenses so tight it makes Toji choke on a pathetic whimper—his hips stuttering and ass clenching as he paints your walls white. Hot cum pumps into your womb, buckets of it, filling you up until it leaks out around his cock. Dribbling down your bodies, onto the back of the chair, pooling on the floor.

Exhausted, he collapses on top you panting—completely oblivious to your anger.

You barely notice he came inside you to be honest. Too concerned with these “toys” to worry about getting pregnant.

Because staring right back at you from the mirror's reflection is a woman gagged with a dog toy.

Surprise girl—you're the woman.

This can't be real.

Oh but it is— and it's not just any dog toy, it’s a cheap plastic braided rope tug-of-war toy. The kind with bold primary colors, kind of like the ones you've seen in the pet aisle at—

You don't finish that thought as your eyes drop to your chest. The "clamps" on your nipples that dangerously toed the lines of pain and pleasure for you aren't clamps at all.

They're wooden clothespins, the plywood kind you buy a handful of to hang laundry. You swear to fucking god if you get a splinter on your nipple there would be hell to pay—only thankful in the moment Toji didn't put one on your clit or you REALLY would have crashed out.

Your eyes bug out like saucers as you take stock of all the other items on your body.

On second thought, you might just crash out regardless as you eye down the the "riding crop" he's been spanking your now sore ass with…

Yeah, it’s actually a plastic fly swatter, still clutched in his trifling ass fist.

Oh, this motherfucker had some audacity.

But the cherry on it all is the thing binding your arms that felt so deliciously restrictive, so official were actually plastic six-pack rings—triple looped. You can't be 100% positive but you are almost certain they are from the recycling you had Toji take out earlier.

All in all, you look like a sad little clownfish tangled in ocean garbage. Some fucked-up, kinky Under the Sea adventure.

Toji's weight presses you further into the soiled leather, his chest heaving, skin hot and sticky against your back like the big bear of a man he is. He's still buried inside you too, although softening now, cum leaking out around his cock in a slow, filthy drip.

Endorphins flowing through his veins, Toji lets out a satisfied whistle as he sighs.

Urgh—he sounds so proud of himself and ngl, that pisses you off even more. So over the bullshit, you squirm wildly beneath him.

"Mm." Toji nuzzles against your neck, lazily. "Gimme a sec, mamas. Lemme—"

You thrash harder though, a muffled snarl building behind the dog toy still shoved in your mouth. Your wrists twist against the goddamn six-pack rings but they only seem to dig into you more somehow.

Toji finally lifts his head and pauses.

Then the bastard laughs, like actually laughs, a robust belly laugh as he pats your thigh.

"Oh." He pulls out with a slick pop.

"Blindfold came off...huh. Thought it was on there pretty good."

You keep fussing with the gag on and Toji gets the picture loud and clear—but before he unties you, the bastard steps back to survey his handiwork.

You hear that smug whistle again, see him admiring the state of you, and your leg kicks back spitefully. Aiming right for his balls.

He dodges easily, of course—a sluggish pivot by his standards—and your heel catches nothing but air.

"Whoa." Toji clicks his tongue, amused. "See, now ye'r being difficult, mama."

More muffled screaming comes from you as you try to yank apart the plastic rings, shoulders burning.

"Ya want me to help ya, mama?" He leans down, breath warm against your ear. "Ask nicely."

You tell him—in great slobbery and incoherent detail—exactly where he can fucking shove his nicely.

"Didn't catch that." Toji smirks as his fingers toy with the edge of the six-pack rings, tugging lightly.

"Sounded like attitude to me. Keep it up and I'll leave ya just like this." He chuckles. "Ya look cute all tangled up like this, ma—and aren't ya the one always nagging at me to recycle?"

The shriek of rage you release even around the gag is inhuman.

"Alright, alright." Toji's chuckling again, the sound low and infuriatingly genuine. "Calm down before ya pop a blood vessel, princess. I'll let you go."

Toji tugs the gag free first. The dog toy comes out trailing spit, and you cough, jaw aching, tongue thick in your mouth.

"Y-Youuuu—" Your voice is hoarse but your rage comes through loud and clear. The situation revealing itself to you, you didn't have to ask why he clearly went to Daiso for sex toys or what he did with the money, you already knew it was gambled away.

"Six-pack rings?! Digging through my fucking garbage!? Toji Fushiguro Zenin—are you fucking high right now?!"

If looks could kill Toji would surely drop dead on the spot.

Toji suppresses the urge to roll his eyes, you always tacked Zenin on when you were especially pissed at him so he knew he had to tread cautiously, even though he loves to see ya all riled up. He didn't need to get you so mad you started to threaten withholding pussy.

"Tsk."

Toji crouches in front of you, catching your chin and tilting your face up despite you trying to jerk away. His lips brush your forehead—casual, soft—like you aren't still bound with trash and dripping his cum onto your goddamn furniture.

"Love ya."

The tender gesture and words throws you off, calming you a bit.

You can't deny it felt good but the least he can do is apologize. You actually think you're getting that apology too until you see his emerald eyes are glittering deviously, not a single shred of remorse present.

Toji grins. "Made ya bust so hard ya squirted and pissed all over y'erself —all for under ¥ 500."

Toji pulls back, lips curling into that insufferable smirk of his.

"April Fools, mamas!"

You deadpan.

You're most definitely a fool alright for agreeing to marry this deadbeat.

This may very well just be your 13th reason and the primary motive they'll list in the impending homicide charge you'll catch.

"Toji... It's February 25th."

There's a beat of silence before Toji makes an absent minded noise.

"Yeah, well..." He shrugs, fingers working the plastic rings off carefully, gingerly rubbing the marks they left on your wrists.

"I'm early this year ma. Wanted to make sure ya remembered it."

Oh, you'll remember it alright.

You'll remember it tonight when you smothered the big dick bastard in his sleep with his own pillow.

𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚋𝚕𝚔𝚔𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚝 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼

𝓪𝓷: i headcanon that reader did try to smother toji and then he used that same pillow to prop up your hips as fucked you calm and begged him to actually put another baby in you—you can't kill him and risk going to jail if you're preggo. vksjdnfvjkshf.

lmfaoooo, this is a fic i wrote 2 years ago but it was mostly headcanon style so i thought i'd flush it out more for his april fool's. i meant to post this yesterday but hell, it wasn't april fools for toji either so fjshbdkhjsb. At least I'm closer.