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Armin was one of the last people you'd expect to have a tongue piercing, but he did. At the party you met at all those months ago, Armin had told you it happened during a party where he got drunk for the first time. Really drunk. Drunk enough to not remember getting his tongue pierced until the next morning when it was aching and bleeding a bit.

That charmed you, and one thing led to another and you ended up making out that night, the metal ball stabbed through his tongue feeling so good in your mouth. Too good. Good enough that you wanted it in another place where you knew it'd feel even better than just on your tongue.

Toodles!!

#Seriousmysterious

cw: he's lowkey a masochist ngl, biting

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Choso is getting a little worried that his girlfriend might be a cannibal. Not because you’re refusing normal food- no, you still load up your morning yogurt bowls with so many berries he’s worried you’ll turn into one yourself, actually- but you’ve recently developed a rather interesting dietary-related habit.

And no, it isn’t a fad diet, you haven’t taken up learning how to professionally bake again (Choso’s glad of that, considering the absolute state the kitchen was in last time you tried to bake profiteroles. He spent hours helping you clean). No, you seem to have developed a certain taste for something else between your teeth… Choso’s biceps.

“Choso, that’s sooo good, baby.” You moan softly, hands wrapped around the sheets as he gently rocks into you from behind. You’re in prone position, something you’ve both taken a liking to recently because it means Choso gets to press his body against your curved back, and you- well.

“Do that th-thing again,” you ask, the request cutting through Choso’s soft groans from behind, “with your arm.”

Choso blushes furiously and his cock twitches inside your silken pussy. “But, baby, I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Do it!” You plead, “please, I need it.” As if to prove a point, you clench yourself around him extra tight and listen to the way his breathing cracks open on a fresh, keening whine. “Okay,” he breathes finally, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “O-okay.”

You feel it before you see it, a wave of bliss easing over you at the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm, firm, ever-so-sexy bicep wrapping around your head. You feel dizzy from happiness at the sensation, Choso’s breathing wonky and heated beside your ear. “Are you okay-“

Chomp!

“A-ah-“ he groans, dropping his clammy forehead forwards. “Fuck, baby, your t-teeth feel so…”

“So what?” You say, moans muffled around the muscle you’re biting into as he continues to ram into your soft pussy from behind. Experimentally, you sink the enamel in a little further and Choso gasps. “So... nice.” He whimpers, “harder.”

You pull back for a second with a soft ‘chu!’, saliva connecting your mouth to his now-indented skin. “You’re such a painslut.” You degrade. Choso shivers and his cock twitches viscerally inside you, the feeling of his wet tip scraping the plushness of your walls amazing. “It’s your fault,” he whines sullenly. “You bit me first.”

"Well I wouldn't keep doing it as hard if my poor, needy Cho wasn't getting off on it." You purr condescendingly. True to your previous actions, you chomp down again and take great joy in the way your boyfriend whimpers. What he also does, whether Choso realises it or not, is shove his skin deeper into your mouth- but in doing so, only tightens the headlock he’s holding you in.

“Mmngh!” You moan squeakily, eyes rolling back in pleasurable joy as Choso’s cock stirs your insides while his arm forces you into place, your jaw stretched open obscenely spittily around his thick bicep. “Cho-“

Or, at least, you try to say his name. It comes out as a garbled little noise, his muscle parting your mouth and pressing into your teeth until it’s sure to leave a decently sized bruise. “Please,” he keeps begging, running the large hand of his unoccupied arm reverently over your side before hooking it under your hip for leverage to fuck into you harder. “Please, bite me more, baby, I love it when it hurts, you know I do-“

“Hnngh!”

Choso's eyes start rolling back. "I love it when you hurt me," he gasps as you keep slobbering and digging your teeth in harder just to hear him whimper and his cock twitch inside you.

“-I love your teeth,” Choso rasps, burying his teary eyes into your skin and kissing messily, “I love the way you can s-see how much you want me just from the fucking marks-“

Your stomach does a humiliating, arousing backflip when you realise he’s still pressing further into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks together like he’s determined to break his skin and leave a few pretty little scars glimmering across his bicep.

Because Choso is still, constantly, rutting into you so desperately, chasing the pleasure that he derives from the mixture of your teeth on his skin and his cock in your warm body, he misses the way you almost scream to warn him about your orgasm. It doesn’t reach his foggy ears in time- you cum kicking your trembling legs, trapped beneath him, loudly sobbing, mouth clamped open around your boyfriend’s bicep.

And then Choso cums, and it’s like something takes over him- he pulls you up, until your back is flush to his toned front; and keeps fucking you upright in that same sinful headlock as earlier as his other arm grips your waist to keep you there like you're a paper doll. You gasp, tears streaming down your face from both stimulation and the absolute joy of his stinging bicep being between your sadistic teeth. “I’m sorry-“ he sobs into your ear, “but I n-need this.”

You don’t protest, body limp and sweaty and still sparkling with arousal and slick. You part your mouth as wide as it will go and sink your teeth in once more- this time, you aren’t sure if the iron you taste is from his bicep finally bleeding or your own lips cracking from his long they’ve been held open like this. Choso cums in absolute buckets, heavy and thick wads of white that drip out of your bared pussy obscenely onto the tangled sheets below. You’re still pulled up against him by the time he’s quaking through the aftershocks.

“Oh, baby.” He apologises immediately, laying your spent body down onto the bed. "I'm sorry, you did so well, you're so sweet." You wonder how he can even say that at the huge mess you've decorated across his skin; or at least you're assuming there's a mess, because your eyes are firmly shutting ecstasy as you lie out in front of your naked boyfriend.

Choso coos at you so softly it's like he's speaking to a small, nervous kitten. Which he sees you as most of the time, his preciously perfect girlfriend with sparkly eyes and comfy thighs- but you also happen to possess a terribly sharp set of teeth. “Look what you did, baby.”

You follow Choso’s blushing, pleased gaze down to the rows of crescent teeth marks on his bicep, glowing little dents in the perfect muscle that make you gasp and sit up. “Oh my god, that was me?” Then, a nasty little grin breaks into your face. “Hey, better than a hickey. Now, be a good boyfriend and do my thighs to match?”

It never really bothered you that your boyfriend would spend hours playing games with his friends. Quite the opposite — seeing him so focused while still having fun really was a sight.

Howerever, there was a limit to your patience — inviting you over only to have said a whole two words the entire time you have been there was pushing it. You don't mind when he decides to play a bit. But inviting you over just to barely acknowledge your presence irritated you.

So, like every rational person you do the thing anyone would do when they get ignored — suck his dick.

Was that a good idea? Probably not. Will you still do it? Of course. You get up from the bed you were lounging in for the past hours doing absolutely nothing and sneaked your way behind his chair. Choso was too inmersd in the game to notice you — only flinching when he suddely felt your hands on his shoulders, only to relax once he realised it was you.

"Choso baby." You whispered, moving the headset to the side so he can hear you. His eyes shift from the screen to look at you before quickly moving back when you heard shouting coming from his friends. "Yeah?" He still answered absently, his focus being back on the game.

He really was making it worse for himself by the second — but you don't mind. Stupid action get you stupid consequences. You hum like you forgot you actually wanted to say something — instead you lean down, lips barely grazing his neck. He jumps at the contact, his usual blush already forming like he can't help himself.

"U—uh what are you doing baby?" He sounds wary, paranoid his friends would hear him through the mic. And your seducing voice certainly didn't help the case. "I want you so bad." It was a simple sentence, whispered right in his ear before kissing the skin under it, making his breath hitch.

When your lips leave his body for a second he seems to remeber he didn't answer. "Right now?" He sounds nervous —eyes repeatedly moving from thee screen to your hands which were moving down his chest, nails scratching the bare skin.

You hum once again, not bothering to actually answers — probably bad decision because you see the bulge in his sweatpants grow at the sound. "I—i'm almost finished we can do it aft—" Before he finishes talking you move infront of him, lowering yourself on your knees, staring right up at him. "Don't worry. You can continue playing all you want." You cut him off, almost laughing when his eyes widen comically.

"W—what? Right no—ah." He doesn't have the time to question your motives, not when you're already massaging him through his sweats — he was never happier for the mute button. You tug at his pants, asking him to take them off — he gets the hint, lifting his hips to help you lower them until his cock springs free — already hard and leaking for your attention.

His happiness doesn't last long. "Unmute yourself Cho. And play the game. That's what you wanted to do the whole day, no?" You run your hands up his thighs, which tense with every word you're saying — face crunching up in panic like you phiscally threathend him.

But when you move to take your hands off he stops you — unmuting his mic, trying to focus back on the game — his teammates already shouting at him for being inactive so long. He mumbles something that sounds like an dumb excuse, his eyes looking back down to you like he can't look away.

You decide to put him out off his misery (for now) and wrap your hand around him, squeezing the base lightly to hear the man above you let out something that sounded suspiscously close to a whimper — attempting poorly to cover it with a cough. You don't let him catch his breath for a second — already starting to stroke him in a slow torturous manner.

Choso basically tenses on his whole body — his breath hitching, biting his lip in an attempt to hold in his sounds. He doesn't last very long with that — a loud moan ripping from him when you finally wrap your lips around him, sucking gently at the tip. "O—oh shit please—" He doesn't even know what he's begging for, his cries not falling deaf to your ears. You're not the only one who heard it because not even a second later you hear his friends through the headset. "Dude what the hell are you doing?"

The voice seems to rip your boyfriend out of his trance, whole body tensing when he tries another stupid excuse but his voice falters when you decide to take him all the way down your throat — which was not easy considering his size. "S—shit wait mhhn— of fuck" You're sure if his friends were suspecting something before now they were sure with the way he's a whimpering mess.

But he seems to gone to think about anything else but the way you feel wrapped around him, his hands letting the controller fall and moving to your hair — not guiding, just holding you like he's gonna faint if he doesn't have somewhere to hold onto.

You feel it — he's getting close. Dick twitching in your mouth, his cries and pleas getting louder — the sounds from the headset strangely quiet. And just when he's about to release — you pull your mouth complety off. "N—no why? I w—was so close. Please. I need to cum." He sounds confused and hurt at the same time, and when you look closer you can see tears at the corner of his eyes.

You get up — leaning over slightly so your breath is fanning his ear. "That's what you get for ignoring me the whole day, baby." You pull his headset back over his ear, give him a quick kiss on the lips before walking away, leaving the boy on his chair. With a boner.

And he doesn't catch a break because not even a second later he hears someone laugh into the mic. "Seems like your girl just left you dry and high bro." Choso groans, head falling on the desk.

you sat against the headboard on your nintendo, humming to the cheery background tune in the new tomodachi life demo. you were customizing you and your boyfriend into the game, so there choso lied on your chest, messing with one of the many scattered plushies on the bed and listening to your mindless commentary on the game.

“i completely forgot our heights sh– ohmigosh, i'm dancing. wait, stop, stop dancing. i can’t do the heights, tell her to stop what the hell.”

but choso wasn’t fully there. his bare chest was flushed against your waist, his cheek against your rising and falling chest, and your bare legs were entangled with his as if you were one. of course he was turned on right now. he couldn’t help it when he’s so close to you.

he wanted your hands in his hair, your gaze upon him, your attention solely his—safe to say he was needy. he was restless, taking staggering breaths as he tried to allow the feeling to pass. his efforts were obviously futile, as his cock was hard against the bed, throbbing at every shift. his hand left the plushie, grazing over your thigh, watching the goosebumps appear across your skin. he could hear your breath hitch, your finger twitching, but your eyes stayed glued to the game.

“baby,” he murmured softly, barely above a whisper. he rose, hovering over your body, his brows furrowed with pleading eyes. his hands trailed up your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours before slowly removing the nintendo from your hands.

his lips pecked your cheek, traveling to the corners of your lips, “can’t you put this down for a second?”

your protests were weak( if there was any tbh) , “cho, i was making you…”

“but i’m right here?”

“smartass, i mean-“

before you knew it, his lips greedily latched onto yours, pulling you into a deep and desperate kiss. his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, twirling around yours.

he lifted your leg, resting it on his hip and placing a knee between them. you could feel his erection pulsating against you, teasing the inner corners of your thighs. you ate up his eager whimpers as his hands trekked up your thighs, slipping under your shorts and gripping your ass, leaving the area aching and red. his other hand found its way under your shirt, groping your breasts, rolling your buds between his two fingers. you squirmed under his touch, hands clinging to and scratching his biceps as you moaned pathetically into his mouth.

he broke this kiss for barely a second before swooping back in, devouring you whole, completely drunk of your taste. his hands left your nipple, instead holding the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the kiss. slick built up in your panties, soaking through and leaving a wet patch. lewd, wet smacking sounds filled the room as salvia dripped down his chin.

you could feel yourself growing hotter at the moment, feeling sweat build up between you two. before you died of overheating, he broke the kiss. a sinful string of salvia between your tongues followed for a split second before detaching.

both of your pupils were blown out, heaving and panting like dogs in heat. your fingers grew weak against his arms. “mm...ok, i’ll put the game down.”

“you okay, baby? first times always rough.”

his voice was low and smooth like honey. you were sitting on the lumpy couch in his basement, sharing a blunt with your boyfriend.

your legs are sprawled over his lap, his big hand caressing your thighs while the other hand brought the joint to your lips.

you coughed after every hit, making him chuckle while he rubbed your back comfortingly.

“feelin’ it yet?” he asked lowly, his voice ringing through your ears. you nodded, blinking blearily. it felt like you were dreaming, your limbs limp.

“think so…” you mumble.

“just relax. it’ll feel real good soon.” he added, tracing shapes on your thigh as he finished the blunt himself, stubbing it out.

“hey… there was a few more good hits left in that…” your voice is a little slow, eyes bloodshot as you gestured vaguely towards the ashtray with a lazy hand.

he just smirks softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you fully into his lap. “you don’t need any more right now.”

“mm..” you hum, melting into his embrace. you try to say something in protest, but your words slur together unintelligibly.

“shh. it’s alright. i got you.” he murmurs, his hand moving to card through your hair gently. “lemme kiss you.”

he presses his lips ever so gently to yours, not forcing anything, just a soft press.

choso murmured sweet, soothing words into your ears and held you close until you passed out.

he lit up another joint for himself after you’d fallen asleep, smoking it while watching you in the low light with a little smile on his lips. god, he was so in love with you.

18+ crack/smut, gojo being a needy, whiny brat tbh

Satoru has been pretending to be blind for your attention.

Well, it started off as he really was blind, so it's not an entire lie!

A curse did some weird shit and he couldn't see!!! It was scary, but you were right there for him, doing anything and everything until it came back, and even Shoko didn't know for how long.

Well...

Maybe he liked the attention too much, fuck you were even bathing him. You took off work completely, devoting every ounce of your time to being by his side, even though you were his former classmate, one of his best friends - no, it was all different.

Especially when he snuggled 'accidentally' against your soft, pretty tits, and you just giggled, letting him nuzzle with a little mumbled Toru.

Satoru was fucking glad he couldn't see, if he got this much attention!

Oh. And no going on missions didn't hurt either.

Just living the life in his penthouse, and feeling you brush his hair back soothingly, murmurs falling onto his ears, making sure to even spoon feed him. Oh he was living the damn dream, until this pesky eyesight shit came back.

Satoru had loved not seeing anything, but when he did get glimpses of you half naked in his living room? He could hardly stop the precum that leaked underneath his boxers. You sat next to him and he tugged you close again, resting his head on your lap and pretending he couldn't see a damn thing.

"How are you feeling, Toru? Any sight yet?"

""Oh no," he sighs dramatically, practically purring as you brush his silky hair back slowly. "Nothing at all, sweets."

"No? You poor baby..."

"Yes," Satoru throws his hand over his head, sighing dramatically. "It's depressing me!"

You pout all cute as he pretends his pretty blue eyes are just lost, sighing.

"Your eyes are too pretty not to be able see."

"You think they're pretty, hmm?"

"Who doesn't," you click your tongue and trace his cheek with your fingertips carefully. "I'm sorry you're going through it, but I promise I'll stay and help as much as I can! My job-"

"I'll pay you three times it!" He's practically frantic, making you feel so bad for him - imagine, being the strongest, then having to beg your friend to help!? You surely have to take good care of your best friend.

"Oh," you blink now. "You don't have to!"

"Please, you're takin' such good care of me," he snuggles up to your lap again, smirking as he feels that heat pressing up from your thighs, he can hear your heart racing as his nose nuzzles against your tummy. "I really need you here."

God he'd love to put a baby inside you.

He shouldn't be thinking that!?

But wouldn't it be so cute if you had a baby Gojo or three?

choso swears he can pull out in time when you finally let him in raw … ♡

"nhhah—angel, please," choso begs pathetically, rolling his hips forward in slow, precise thrusts that make your eyes roll back from pleasure. "j-just let me take it off…i’ll pull out i—hah—swear!"

you dig your fingernails into the skin on his back, raking them down as he continues to drag his cock through your gummy walls. "i’ll pull out, i p-promise—" he adds, kissing your neck desperately.

lost in a haze of pleasure, you allow it. truthfully, it was becoming harder to deny him when he’s begging so needily, splitting you apart with his thick cock all at once. "okay, take it—nhh!—off" you pant.

"thank you—oh—thankyouthankyouthankyou," your boyfriend babbles, pulling out just to peel the condom off his dick, covered in sticky pre and your slick. he throws it god knows where, ridding himself of the thing like it was offensive.

hurriedly, he kneels between your legs once more, dragging his tip through your sopping folds. his pupils dilate instantly, fixated on the lewd sight and insane feeling of his bare length rubbing against your cunt.

then, choso pushes in, unable to spend another second without being inside of you — feeling you properly.

when he bottoms out, it’s almost as if he dies and immediately resurrects, mouth gaped open from sheer pleasure. your warm walls grip his cock, sucking him in greedily like they never want to let go. "o-oh, you feel—hnnn—incredible."

you grip choso’s biceps, pulling him forward so his chest is inches from yours wrapping your legs around his waist. you’ve never heard him whimper so loud.

"please, cho—need you to move," you say breathlessly, aching for contact. choso nods, trying to steady his breathing, rolling his hips forward experimentally.

the sounds escaping your boyfriend were filthy — borderline pornographic. each slow thrust seemed to make him dizzy, like he was damn near hypnotised by your pussy.

choso leans in closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck again, practically cradling you as he increases the speed of his thrusts, deep and hard enough to make the bed creak beneath you.

"ahh! cho—" you mewl, back arching off the bed to meet his relentless thrusts, chasing your release. choso’s groaning hoarsely through gritted teeth, pitch becoming higher and higher with every passing second. "i love you s-so much, hah— my perfect girl."

you swear you can feel him drooling against your neck.

"m’cumming," you cry out, eyes squeezed shut as the tension in your body snaps, pussy fluttering around choso’s thick, leaky cock.

he’s struggling now — your desperate moans only making him move faster, the way your cunt contracts around him… it was all too much, yet not enough at the same time. he’s losing his mind inside of you, carried away snapping his hips forward.

he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling you go limp in his arms, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other gripping your hip tightly. you’re too dizzy to register the fact your boyfriend had clearly lost control, whining shamelessly, thrusts becoming more shallow, hips stuttering and-

"hhhnnn—angel, o-oh—hahh,"

he floods you with cum.

the sensation makes your eyes crack open. "cho… did you just-"

it takes him a minute to catch his breath, hips rolling forward to ensure he rids himself of every last drop — filling you to the brim. he only realises his mistake once he’s snapped out of his trance.

"m’sorry. i didn’t mean to. you just felt so good," he apologises, peppering your very angry face with guilty kisses. "can you forgive me?"

he stays nestled inside of you, dick beginning to soften, his warm load threatening to spill out. "i’ll forgive you, but you’re wearing a condom from now on. and you’re buying me a plan b straight after this."

he whines at the thought of not being able to feel you properly again, especially after tonight. "okay, my love. whatever you want."

you knew it probably wouldn’t be the last time you feel him raw.

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