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Pairing ~ Nanami Kento X BlackFem!Reader

Synopsis - Nanami was never interested in relationships until he met you, Gojo’s new secretary. After seeing you and Gojo cuddled up, Nanami takes it upon himself to question your relationship with Gojo. Turns out Gojo’s helping you find a rich husband and Nanami’s willing to take that burden.

Word Count ~ 3.4K

Warning!/Tags ~ Age Gap, Sugar baby/Sugar daddy relationship, Yearning Nanami, Jealous Nanami, workplace relationship, switch Nanami, size kink, mating press, breeding kink A.N - I've been wanting to do a black reader fic for so long! Also hope ya'lls memorial weekend has been good

Nanami never saw himself getting into a relationship. It never interested him. Never was appealing to him. He never understood why people were so desperate for a relationship; didn’t understand the happiness it brought, nor the pain.  

Nanami had been curious back in high school, but since then he had become too busy to really explore any further. That was until he had met you. It had been an out-of-town work trip, boring like all the others. But there was something different about this trip. 

 A brown-skinned girl, with gorgeous brown eyes.  Her curves hug every piece of fabric on her body.  Her smile completely starstruck him, just her presence lit a fire to his body. She was completely perfect in his eyes, absolutely zero flaws.  

You were Gojo’s new assistant, someone whose presence he sincerely enjoyed. Unlike everyone else in that stuffy building, you were a breath of fresh air. That’s why he hated seeing Gojo boss you around and hated the way the higher ups' eyes followed your every move. The old farts acted like they hadn’t seen a pretty woman in 50 years.  

Never, Nanami thought. Never did he think he’d feel this way about someone, to want her so badly that his dreams were filled with her, that his body would react to any sort of touch, that his mind would replay and overthink every single interaction.  

He thought he could get over it, thought he could ignore the burning sensation in his heart, that his little work crush would soon be forgotten. That was until he saw you outside of work. Through the window of a club. A tiny black dress, gold jewelry covering your body, Gojo’s hand wrapped around your waist?!  “Strictly professional~~” He remembers Gojo saying, Gojo repeating to Nanami over and over. It enraged him, seeing you so close to Gojo like that, knowing how he treated you in the office. He knew that Gojo wasn’t serious about you, like he wasn’t serious with all the other secretaries. Just another pretty woman added to his roster.  Nanami went home by himself that night. Drinking away his sorrows. His heart continuously grew heavier with each cup. He couldn’t believe it, he believed you deserved better than Satoru, better than all the men in that dingy club. You deserved him, but how would he convince you of such? Nanami went to work the next day with a raging headache. His head was throbbing, and he could hear Gojo being loud from across the office. Today Nanami was more irritable than usual. Maybe it was the hangover, or the 100 emails in his inbox, or maybe it was the looming thought of you being in a relationship with Gojo. It pissed him off more than anything ever had, and today Gojo’s voice was about to be his last straw.  

wrote this super quick while listening to cut up by sailorr. hope u guys like. missing u all! i'm sorry for my absence ♡

"i'm so fucking mad at you," you squealed, the burn in your hips building with each smack of your ass against patrick's lap.

"yeah? ride me harder, baby, show me how mad you are," patrick moaned in response – much to your blissful annoyance. it was hard to stay mad at you when his cock was buried inside your weeping pussy, creamy slick gathering along his thick, veiny shaft.

you yelped, placing your hands on his chest for stabilization, readjusting your knees in the air on either side of him so you could slam down onto him, taking his direction despite your declarations of hatred and anger. apparently, that didn't make you indignant.

"fuck," patrick rolled his head back, reveling in the pleasure until his natural cockiness reared its head again, a smirk coming up over his features. "you're pissed, huh?"

"shut up, patrick," you huffed, biting down on your lip immediately after because his cock had brushed against the spongy pleasure point inside of you. your annoyance only elicited a huff from him.

he knew it would end up like this – he had to, it always did. to be fair, this time around, you had started it by flirting with andre at patrick's frat's party, obnoxiously slapping his arm with your hand, even squeezing his bicep to go the extra mile when you felt patrick's glare on you from across the room. but of course, you had found your way back to each other not too long after during that same party, kissing in the middle of the room, so there was no question of who you both really belonged to.

but patrick was in it for the long game, and by the end of the night, when you were ready to leave, you caught him hitting on zaria in the corner of the room, his hand over her head on the wall as his body practically cloaked hers.

so yes, you started it. but patrick had acted exponentially worse, at least in your opinion. still, each time you weren't with each other, you knew it served as meat for you to tear into, a plotline for your next episode of deep, passionate hate sex. it was a delicate performance, and you knew exactly how to teeter over the line without getting too emotionally invested. right now, all you could focus on was:

"fuck, bounce on my cock, baby, there you go. yeah, squeeze my fucking cock, show me how mad you are."

you were squealing uncontrollably now, unable to withhold the noises that escaped your throat, completely uncaring of any roommates or neighbors as you rode him like you had no final destination, finally keeling over onto his chest following your hot orgasm, knees buckling and your body meshing flush against his.

needy sevika x influencer reader (modern au)

good ole sapphic smut

Having a tech savvy girlfriend quickly got Sevika acquainted with the horrors of social media. Before she met you, she avoided apps like Instagram and Twitter like the plague. She used to dabble when they first came out, but quickly became bored after seeing the 10th high school classmate become pregnant with yet another straight man.

"So, you know what an influencer is?" You asked her one day while laying in her lap. Before a title was established between the two of you.

She laughed. "I'm not totally under a rock."

"Just making sure." You showed her your instagram page. "I'm an event curator. Unfortunately these apps are my life line."

✰ as if degrading like you did something wrong wasnt enough...meanie!emobf!geto had to fuck you like he hated you

cw: genital piercings.

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"S-sugu please f-fuckngh-" Foot on your head, hands held together behind you, absolutely drilling into you like he had some fucking purpose of ruining his baby like this.

"Don't 'sugu please' me. Been bitchin' at me all day and now you cant take dick?" Hips slamming into your ass. His heavy balls smacking into your pierced clit. Smacking your ass till it burned numb. "You not a dumb slut, right baby?"

You couldnt even get proper words out. Slurred and drolling. He moved his leg and had to press your hips down into the mattress. Fucking you into the mattress with your combined pre stretching in between the two of you where you connected.

I mean who did he think he was? Your daddy? oh. he is.

Pulling of you of you suddenly. "Asked you a fucking question, mama. Pretty brain ain't got nothin in it but my cock huh?" Tip angry and red with that delicious reverse prince albert piercing shining. Small bar just covered in your juices, stopping your moans turning them into desperate whines at the loss. "Uhhuhhh~" Pulling you up by your hair, licking up all your spit and tears.

His tounge bar cool against your hot skin.

fucking freak.

Pairing ~ Nanami Kento X BlackFem!Reader

Synopsis - Nanami was never interested in relationships until he met you, Gojo’s new secretary. After seeing you and Gojo cuddled up, Nanami takes it upon himself to question your relationship with Gojo. Turns out Gojo’s helping you find a rich husband and Nanami’s willing to take that burden.

Word Count ~ 3.4K

Warning!/Tags ~ Age Gap, Sugar baby/Sugar daddy relationship, Yearning Nanami, Jealous Nanami, workplace relationship, switch Nanami, size kink, mating press, breeding kink A.N - I've been wanting to do a black reader fic for so long! Also hope ya'lls memorial weekend has been good

Nanami never saw himself getting into a relationship. It never interested him. Never was appealing to him. He never understood why people were so desperate for a relationship; didn’t understand the happiness it brought, nor the pain.  

Nanami had been curious back in high school, but since then he had become too busy to really explore any further. That was until he had met you. It had been an out-of-town work trip, boring like all the others. But there was something different about this trip. 

 A brown-skinned girl, with gorgeous brown eyes.  Her curves hug every piece of fabric on her body.  Her smile completely starstruck him, just her presence lit a fire to his body. She was completely perfect in his eyes, absolutely zero flaws.  

You were Gojo’s new assistant, someone whose presence he sincerely enjoyed. Unlike everyone else in that stuffy building, you were a breath of fresh air. That’s why he hated seeing Gojo boss you around and hated the way the higher ups' eyes followed your every move. The old farts acted like they hadn’t seen a pretty woman in 50 years.  

Never, Nanami thought. Never did he think he’d feel this way about someone, to want her so badly that his dreams were filled with her, that his body would react to any sort of touch, that his mind would replay and overthink every single interaction.  

He thought he could get over it, thought he could ignore the burning sensation in his heart, that his little work crush would soon be forgotten. That was until he saw you outside of work. Through the window of a club. A tiny black dress, gold jewelry covering your body, Gojo’s hand wrapped around your waist?!  “Strictly professional~~” He remembers Gojo saying, Gojo repeating to Nanami over and over. It enraged him, seeing you so close to Gojo like that, knowing how he treated you in the office. He knew that Gojo wasn’t serious about you, like he wasn’t serious with all the other secretaries. Just another pretty woman added to his roster.  Nanami went home by himself that night. Drinking away his sorrows. His heart continuously grew heavier with each cup. He couldn’t believe it, he believed you deserved better than Satoru, better than all the men in that dingy club. You deserved him, but how would he convince you of such? Nanami went to work the next day with a raging headache. His head was throbbing, and he could hear Gojo being loud from across the office. Today Nanami was more irritable than usual. Maybe it was the hangover, or the 100 emails in his inbox, or maybe it was the looming thought of you being in a relationship with Gojo. It pissed him off more than anything ever had, and today Gojo’s voice was about to be his last straw.  

THERE I SAID IT!!

WHAT'S THE GIG?... who could love a hoochie mama more than her devoted salaryman-sorcerer rehire?

featuring... hoochie-mama!reader x nanami

WHAT'S THE MOTION?... eventual SMUT. kinda fast-moving relationship. blk!reader(obviously).

luvrs note : a hoochie mama reader will always have my heart idk. + this was a ton of fun to write

nanami wouldn't've met you had it not been for gojo bein' an unpredictable, impenitent asshole. but nanami couldn't really complain - sure, he found you attractive. in fact, even before gojo got involved, he's always wondered how a girl like you wound up working an office job; even more so how you kept the job.

you always had a particular style. in every environment, you were always the one to stick out.

caramel skin, long and blinged out nails with rings that were somehow even bulkier with a brighter shine. arm cuffs and bangles galore. when you weren't wearing bangles, you wore beaded bracelets that never failed to announce your presence quietly.

huge hoops and thick necklaces were also something nanami found memorable about you.

all in all: you practically broke every rule and regulation of the company's policy. no long nails, no loose jewelry, no excessive makeup, and many more things he's memorized throughout his years of working.

you, one way or another, tore each of those down. and still kept your position.

well, not that it'd matter now. you don't work there anymore.

in fact, soon after you and nanami got nice n' comfy with each other thanks to gojo, you quit.

why, might you ask? well, because of nanami, of course.

synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.

content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao

“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”

itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”

you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”

“sig tau?”

“yeah. my older brother is a member.”

you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”

he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”

“anything.”

itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”

your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”

“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“

“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“

“regardless! men are a no-no.”

itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”

you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.

itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.

“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.

“he’s shy.”

“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”

“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”

“do i have to sleep with him or something?”

“i doubt you’ll get that far.”

you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.

you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.

“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”

itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”

you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.

“it matches my hair!”

the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.

you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.

you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.

you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”

itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“

“the kitchen?”

“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”

your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—

holy shit.

definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?

“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”

you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…

“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“

“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”

“… hi.”

you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?

“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.

“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”

you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”

choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”

“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”

his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”

“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?

he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”

you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.

“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”

“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”

choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”

you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”

“… league of legends. on occasion.”

“ew.”

“hey!”

you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.

“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“

“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“

“yuji!”

you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”

“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”

“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”

choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”

“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”

you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”

“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“

you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”

on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.

choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.

then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.

oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.

you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”

he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.

you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.

“excuse me. i’m tanking.”

“your kd is tanking, you mean.”

you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”

“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”

you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”

“yeah, just like that… good.”

your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.

choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.

he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“

you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.

you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“

“you whimpered.”

his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"

his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."

"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.

you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"

he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.

“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.

you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.

“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.

“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“

you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.

he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.

“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.

he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.

you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”

his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“

“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”

he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”

“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.

your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”

your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.

“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.

you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”

he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.

“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"

"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"

your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.

"choso- holy shit-"

"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.

he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.

you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."

he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."

you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.

he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.

you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”

choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”

biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.

"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.

choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.

your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."

he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.

you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.

"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"

"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.

"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.

"choso."

"one second."

"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"

he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.

you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...

you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.

"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"

"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."

the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.

"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.

"obviously."

you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.

you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-

"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.

"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."

he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."

"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."

he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"

you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.

"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"

your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"cho-"

"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.

you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.

"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"

"hngh- fuck-"

you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.

"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.

squelch!

squelchh!

squelchhh!

he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.

you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.

you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.

"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.

careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.

SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf

you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.

synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.

content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao

“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”

itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”

you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”

“sig tau?”

“yeah. my older brother is a member.”

you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”

he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”

“anything.”

itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”

your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”

“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“

“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“

“regardless! men are a no-no.”

itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”

you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.

itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.

“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.

“he’s shy.”

“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”

“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”

“do i have to sleep with him or something?”

“i doubt you’ll get that far.”

you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.

you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.

“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”

itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”

you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.

“it matches my hair!”

the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.

you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.

you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.

you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”

itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“

“the kitchen?”

“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”

your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—

holy shit.

definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?

“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”

you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…

“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“

“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”

“… hi.”

you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?

“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.

“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”

you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”

choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”

“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”

his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”

“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?

he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”

you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.

“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”

“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”

choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”

you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”

“… league of legends. on occasion.”

“ew.”

“hey!”

you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.

“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“

“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“

“yuji!”

you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”

“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”

“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”

choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”

“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”

you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”

“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“

you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”

on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.

choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.

then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.

oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.

you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”

he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.

you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.

“excuse me. i’m tanking.”

“your kd is tanking, you mean.”

you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”

“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”

you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”

“yeah, just like that… good.”

your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.

choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.

he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“

you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.

you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“

“you whimpered.”

his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"

his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."

"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.

you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"

he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.

“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.

you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.

“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.

“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“

you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.

he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.

“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.

he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.

you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”

his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“

“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”

he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”

“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.

your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”

your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.

“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.

you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”

he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.

“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"

"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"

your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.

"choso- holy shit-"

"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.

he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.

you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."

he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."

you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.

he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.

you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”

choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”

biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.

"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.

choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.

your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."

he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.

you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.

"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"

"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.

"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.

"choso."

"one second."

"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"

he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.

you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...

you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.

"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"

"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."

the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.

"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.

"obviously."

you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.

you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-

"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.

"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."

he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."

"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."

he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"

you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.

"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"

your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"cho-"

"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.

you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.

"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"

"hngh- fuck-"

you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.

"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.

squelch!

squelchh!

squelchhh!

he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.

you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.

you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.

"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.

careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.

SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf

you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.

A/n: Hello! As the tags stated, the reader's race is of African-decent! Yes! So, there will be mentions of type 4 hair but you will be able to edit the texture/pattern. I am aware that there are many shades of black out there, so the skin color is still up for editing, mentioned by the use of s/c. The only thing that I wanted to make a little bit different is that the reader is of Caribbean decent. In the One Piece World, she will be from an island, and here every Caribbean country will just be an island to fit the aesthetic. Also I will be tweaking Luffy's interaction with Blackbeard a little so it is not going to be accurate to the anime, so please don't be upset about it! The tweak was necessary! Thank you for reading and enjoy!!

Keys:

S/c = skin color but you will refer to it as a shade in these written contexts.

Y/n = your name. Your character’s name to be specific.

H/c= hair color

H/t = hair type

H/s= hair style

E/c= eye color

Luffy had been quiet all day. It wasn't like him to be so silent so the crew was very worried. They had already completed their most recent mission, take Vivi to Alabasta and save her country, in tern they had defeated the villain Crocodile, and were on the run yet again from the Marines. So now what? The journey on to finding the One Piece continues! With their newest yet unofficial member Robin, they kept sailing straight ahead, unaware of their next adventure. Everyone was on edge watching their captain just sit there in the crow's nest, head down as he played with something in his hand. The only times he was quiet was if he was serious, about to make a bad decision. Their captain is a simple man. Nothing bothered him, even when he was disturbed.

Usopp looked at Zoro, who sat shirtless and meditated, a fishing rod in hand as he fished into the sea. "Hey Zoro, does something look wrong with Luffy?" Zoro said nothing, he took a deep breath and kept trying to get lost in his thoughts. Usopp didn't notice the swordsman was trying to ignore him so he kept pushing, leaning on the rails of the ship and talking again, "I think he's sad. He's been quiet ever since Nami said we were approaching Jaya Island. Go check on him," the man encouraged, reeling in nothing. Zoro kept his arms crossed and eyes closed, still minding his own business, "no." His bluntness made the man next to him scuff. "You're his right hand!" Usopp yells, putting down the fishing rod. Hot from the beating sun and agitated for lunch was yet to be served. Zoro remained quiet and that was the end of their talk.

Usopp muttered words of annoyance and walked away, barely looking up at the nest before walking into the map room to speak to Nami and Robin. Nami didn't spare him much of a look, and neither did Robin, who was busy pulling on the cheeks of Chopper. "Ummm, guys." Nami barely acknowledged him, "what?" "Luffy hasn't moved from the nest yet." The women and the reindeer looked at their sniper. Nami glanced at Chopper with the same thought in mind, "is he sick or something??" "Perhaps we should ask the captain what's wrong." Robin spoke, her pale hand running along Chopper's face. "Yes yes I agree!" Chopper squeals, smiling ear to ear. Usopp had a face of relief, at least someone else was just as concerned as himself! He sighed, taking off his durag to tussle his locs. "Oh thank God, I thought I was crazy for thinking he was being off." Nami shook her head, "nope you're not crazy."

They all leave the map room then, with Chopper leading the way. Once before the crow's nest Usopp yelled up for their captain, "hey Luffy! You okay buddy?!" Luffy hardly budged, hair blowing back with the wind as his hat dangled from around his neck. "Peachy!" He yelled down, still looking at something in his hand. "Luffy you don't look alright. Come down and talk to us!!" Nami yelled next, hands on her hips and head tilted. Luffy sighed, he didn't want to get down as he was enjoying the breeze and reminiscing in his thoughts but, as much as he was naturally annoying, he had the audacity to think if he didn't come down his crewmate would continue to annoy HIM! "I'm coming!" He reached down with his stretchy arms and grabbed Usopp's shoulders before snapping himself on deck, almost falling but his friend was able to grab him by the waist. "Woahhh! That was fun! What do you guys want?!" The four look at each other before they looked back at their captain, and with a cautious tone they asked him, "is everything okay? You've been up there staring at nothing for hours." Luffy's eyes widened, a giant smile on his face before he laughed. "Oh! You were worried! I was just thinking about my wife! I remembered that she was from Jaya Island so hearing the name made me think about her."

He rocked back and forth with his hands on his hips, mouths hung open all around him and nobody said anything for a good minute. "HA! Okay stop lying-" Nami told him, hand on his shoulder, but Luffy shook his head. "What is there to lie about?! I have a wife! Is that so surprising??"

Usopp took right off running, screaming like bloody murder all the way into the kitchen to get Sanji. "SANJIIIII!" "I'm literally cooking! WHAT?!" Usopp tried to pry him away from the stove. "Sanji it's terrible! Luffy is becoming a liar and it's all my fault! He said he has A WIFEEE!" Sanji quickly finished up cooking and plating lunch, before he stormed out of the kitchen, hands wiping away at the kitchen towel he rested on his shoulder. Concern covered his entire face and with knitted brows he approached their captain with his hands in the air, “what’s this I hear about you having a wife?! Before me?!”

Nami face palmed, was that all he cared about?

Their captain only laughed. Their reactions were such an entertainment to him but they were being so serious! “Why are we acting like me having a wife is so crazy?” Luffy asks, walking away to the railings of the ship so he could look upon the sea. Everyone trailed behind him, “because it is,” said Usopp, lips folded and eyes blinking slowly.

“Here is your proof if you don’t believe me!” Luffy turned around, he fished into his pocket and then he pulled out a small ring; it was green, pink and gold. The ring was clearly for a woman, which made the straw hat’s confusion worse, until Luffy spoke again. “Before I left my home, she told me to keep it, as a reminder of her. Although I told her that I would be back!” Nami couldn’t help but frown at his, her fingers grace Luffy’s shoulder, “you must miss her so much…” “I do.” He puts the ring back in his pocket. “I can’t wait to see her old home! Maybe I’ll see where she used to live too!”

Their talk was interrupted by Zoro yelling in the background. “We’re close! I see Jaya!”

Now he got up? Nami walked to the rails and looked out, “he’s right! We’re almost there!” Luffy’s smile just brightened while he grabbed a hold of his cyan hoodie, hooking his fingers at the strings. “To Jaya Island!!”

When they approached land, the straw hats had only one intention. Find out how to get to Skypiea. Somebody on that island had to know something about the land, and with the log post constantly pointing upwards it greatly confused the pirates!

Luffy looked about the area that they ended up in, Mock Town. It was kind of rundown, a few buildings here and there and cacti. It may as well have been abandoned, but the sound of roaring laughter from a building that looked like a tavern somewhere about was definitely a sign of life.

Luffy lead the way, he didn’t knock, he just walked in, and the laughter was cut immediately. The townsfolk didn’t seem too pleased at his presence but Luffy obviously didn’t care. Or noticed. “Hello!” Luffy greeted, approaching the counter at the bar with Zoro right behind him. Nami and Usopp were hesitant, they backed out a bit, but Robin and Chopper made them keep walking. Soon, they were all in and sitting at the bar. The people in the tavern, upon further examination, were pirates too. But not the nice kinds like Luffy and his crew. Dangerous, murderous, sneaking thieves and villains.

Nami made eye contact with Usopp, and the sniper leaned down to whisper to her, “we need to get the hell out of here. Tell Luffy we have to go this place is giving me the heebie-jeebies.” Nami shook her head quickly, red hair flying when she did. “Nope! You tell him!” “No you tell him!” They bickered, and Chopper watched back and forth. “I can tell him!” He volunteered. “Go ahead then!” Usopp encouraged, a smile on his face as he pushed Chopper closer to Luffy’s leg. Luffy wasn’t paying attention though, he was too busy staring in the direction of a woman that was sat next to this, big ugly guy with a long black beard, rags for clothing, and curly black hair.

The woman looked so uncomfortable, her exposed skin seemed to have bits of blood and the big guy to her left had his giant hand on her waist or her thigh. She trembled every time he moved to touch her.

Luffy got up before Chopper could approach him, and as Zoro downed his third drink, from the corner of his eye he watched as his captain stood and stared at the table. Yikes, Luffy wanted to pick trouble. Before he could step further, Usopp grabbed his arm, “you think you wanna do that captain? They look heavily armed, and dangerous.” Nobody saw what Luffy was seeing, a woman in distress.

She didn’t even look like she belonged there.

“That woman,” Luffy said pointing at her, brown skin with dried blood strains, “she’s scared. What if he’s hurting her?” “Let someone else care!” Usopp tried to persuade his captain to ignore the situation at hand but Luffy was never one to ignore someone in trouble. Nami couldn’t do it, she took Chopper with her and Robin and bid them goodbye, “Luffy, I think we’re gonna head back to the ship with Sanji for a bit and then we can keep exploring the island! But right now—” Nami was interrupted by Luffy’s head tilting, not at her but at the woman.

Her lips were parted, painted a pretty mauve with brown/black lip liner to pair. She wore a tank top that had the colors of the island Guyana on it, red, black, yellow, white and green. Low rise tight fitting denim jeans that stopped just above her ankles and high wedge shoes, with a leater black belt which held gold accents. H/c hair that looked all too familiar, decorated with a giant orange flower clipped in her waves/afro/braids, but then she spoke, and her voice sounded like sweet honey. Those were the lips of the only woman he’s ever been with, he’s ever kissed, ever loved. “That…is my wife…” Luffy barely got out. Usopp flinched, “your huh?” Looking at the woman and then back at Luffy.

Zoro was still not paying attention, swinging another glass, but he did notice that his crew was on edge and his captain was walking towards the table behind him, so, he kinda already had one hand on one of his swords.

“My wife.” Luffy said again, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But what is she doing here?” He asked himself out loud, “why is she covered in blood?” Was his next question. Luffy’s eye twitched, reaching for his hat to pull it back, allowing it to dangle off his neck. “Y/n?” Luffy called out to the woman as he walked over. Her head jerked and she looked back quickly, lips quivering instantly and e/c eyes peaking with tears. Luffy was stunned. “Luffy?” His heart dropped. He stretched his hand in and grabbed her form, then he pulled her and she snapped into his arms. The man that was to her left slammed his fist on the table and stood up, angry, hardly any muscles to show but he was furious.

“Who dares touch my property?!” He yelled, baring his teeth, showing off the gold he had in it. “She is not your property!” Luffy yelled, holding the s/c brown skinned beauty in his arms, her face was buried in his chest and Luffy held her tightly, furious. “What do you think you’re doing?!” The big man yelled, “do you know who I am! I’m BLACKBEARD! Most feared pirate in all of the East Blue!!” (Enter flag on screen with Blackbeard’s face and name, lol)

Luffy smiled, running his hand on her waist before gently handing her over to Usopp. Zoro was already up, he didn’t understand the nonsense that Luffy was spouting about some wife but he knew that his captain was ready to fight. Quickly, Usopp and the others rushed out of the tavern to take the s/c skinned woman back to the ship. Luffy turned to face Blackbeard once more, cracking his knuckles, “you’re going to do two things,” the captain said, grinning, “you’re going to get your ass beaten! And you’re going to tell me how you got a hold of my wife.”

Meanwhile on the ship, Chopper was quick to tend to her injuries. Usopp lay the woman down on the bed, who flinched upon contact with the cold soft sheets, and Chopper was up on a stool by her side, checking her pulse and her body for any and all injuries. “You’re going to be okay! I’m a doctor,” Chopper told her, patting her hand with his hooves before he moved to keep administering care. Robin stayed below with him to help with anything needed and Usopp and Nami rushed to tell Sanji of the updates.

Everyone was doing their parts already to make sure that their captain’s wife was going to be okay. They were admittedly scared, not knowing that Luffy could get that angry other than that one time at Arlong Park, but this was his WIFE we’re talking about! About an hour had passed and Sanji came down the stairs with soup for the lady. Chopper and Robin were above the deck, preparing to head back out with Nami and Usopp to get the two knuckleheads out there fighting, and to keep getting answers about Skypiea.

Sanji gently walked down the stairs, careful not to make much noise, but when he saw the woman in the bed he audibly gasped. “Lu-…Mrs….?” Y/n sat up slowly, her head was killing her but she moved anyways. “Monkey D Y/n, yes.” She said, trust in her voice when she noticed Sanji with a bowl of soup. He gave it to her, smiling sheepishly. “Your Luffy’s actual wife huh? Wow, how did he even bag you? You know what that’s a question for another time where are my manners? Sanji Vinsmoke, the ship’s chef.” He kissed her hand gently, nose inhaling the pineapple scent of her skin. “Damn,” Sanji leaned off, and Luffy cleared his throat from behind. They both looked back. Sanji backed up.

“I was just giving her a meal!” Sanji said with a grin, leaving. Luffy didn’t question it, he only walked over to the black beauty and grabbed her gently by the waist, tilting his head to look her in the eyes before he kissed her, lips making love with her own as he held her up on the bed. Everyone, was downstairs, one on top of the other on the stairs but they were staring so damn hard at the scene.

Sanji fanned himself, smirking, looking so proud at his captain.

When Luffy pulled away, he pushed her locs/h/s out of the way of her face, behind her ear. Her short/long h/t hair pushed away from her neck, so Luffy could look. He wanted to be sure that she was okay, that she was not taken advantage of more than he would hate to imagine.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, her eyes glistening when they met his. “Yes,” she said, leaning up to kiss him once again. Luffy returned her kisses with his entire heart and just held her. Oh how he missed her so much, he missed her scent, her lips, her laugh. “Baby,” Luffy muttered when they pulled away, “how the hell, did a thing like that get a hold of you?” Y/n gave a broken smile, “in Dawn, Blackbeard and his crew they came and they raided us, grabbed me in my sleep. Been with him for months now.” “And nobody knew?! Nobody thought to try contacting me?!” Y/n shook her head, “Luffy how could they? You’re everywhere at once,” she told him, caressing his arm to calm him down.

“Did he touch you?” She instantly shook her head again, “you must be mad if you think I'd let that dutty piece of sh*t touch me sk*nt. No! I bit him and fought tooth and nail before I allowed that thing to get that close to me!” Zoro was still a little bit confused but when the green haired man turned to ask Usopp what was actually going on, Usopp just pointed at the woman and Luffy. Their captain was gentle with it, but he reomved from his pocket the ring that belonged to his wife and he slipped it on her finger. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." He said to her, lips frowning as he caressed her cheek. "It's alright my love," she told him, his hands remained on her hips and he leaned down again, inhaling that sweet pineapple scent that she naturally produced. His hips buck by accident, and she looked up at him with raised brows. "That did not happen," Luffy said with a laugh, but her brown fingers curled in his black hair already, and with one leg she was pulling him in. Months, hell, a year of not seeing her husband, why wouldn't she crave him right now? And she wasn't as injured besides the few bruises she attained.

Luffy saw the look she was giving him, battering her pretty lashes at him. He could hardly breathe. Without looking back, he gripped her hips tighter before he called out, "everybody get out."

Zoro kissed his teeth, not reading the room, but Sanji was already pushing him. "The hell are we leaving them here for?" Nami groaned and pulled the man's ear, "that is his wife and they haven't seen each other in months! Think Zoro!" Zoro awkwardly looked away and he was the first one up the stairs.

summary - provider boyfriend cameron cade who has his own way of making you say thank you after paying for your hair, lashes, nails, and toes.

warnings - just a whole bunch of smut, smoking, slight choking, use of "baby" and "daddy", kirk m receiving, spit play, facial, sex tape. cam cade x black nympho reader. intended lowercase.

“come here sexy, let me see yo hair” cam said, lying on the bed with one arm tucked behind his head, the other hand used as a placeholder for the blunt in between his thumb and index finger. "hi daddy" you said, smiling. he moved to turn on his phone, recording as you swayed your hips walking toward your boyfriend, twirling your fingers through the bombshell curls of your fresh sew-in, the gold bangles on your left wrist clattering as you did so. that camera did something to you when you got dolled up. a little extra bat of your eyelashes and some eye contact with the camera, an added jiggle of the curve of your butt every time you walked, it made you wet knowing that it turned him on. “you like it? i went a little longer this time, 28 inches wasn’t enough. and i added a extra bundle too,” you rambled on, about the details of your hair forgetting he was recording. “you so cute baby” he tracked, stopping you from rambling. he then reached up, grabbing a hold of your neck, leading your face toward his to place a kiss onto your glossed lips. you moaned slightly before pulling back as you felt your cheeks get red and hot. you had the widest smile plastered across your face, showing off your deep dimples and pearly white teeth. you felt cute. you loved your new hair, your lashes, as well as the matching frenchie combo on your nails and toes. you were so caught up in the ecstasy of your new look, you hadn’t even realised you never thanked him for the money he’d spent on everything. not including the gifts he’d bought you the week prior. he moved his hand to place the blunt to your lips, holding it steady as you inhaled the tightly rolled weed in between his fingers. that’s your man and you wouldn’t want it any other way. you leaned down kissing him again, straddling his hips as you did so. your flip flops had been discarded since the moment you walked in the door, waiting to show off your new pedicure. “i love you so much baby” you whispered, pulling away from the kiss slightly. “unt un correct yoself,” he said. he acted like he hated when you called him your baby, you and him both knew he loved that shit. nonetheless, you did “correct” yourself, it was the least you could do after everything he had paid for. usually you'd argue him into submission, but today you let him feel like that one. the both of you knew you ran the show no matter how strict he was. you jokingly rolled your eyes, folding in to the pressure, watching as he smoked the half a blunt down to a roach without you. “i love you daddy” you said. “i love you more my baby, gimmie kiss” he said, once again pulling you into a kiss, pressing you against the smokey taste in his mouth. a sharp slap against your ass, followed by another few slaps, sent a stinging sensation on your left butt cheek. “ow.” you smoothed your freshly manicured hands over the spot he’d repeatedly abused on your ass a moment before. you then ran your hands over his bare shoulders, slightly scratching his toned muscles. “you ain’t say thank you,” he began, slightly hurt, noticing you hadn’t like you normally did when he paid for your things. usually he couldn’t get you to stop thanking him for his niceness. you didn’t need him to pay for these things, you could do it yourself, but you appreciated his acts of service. and God, he couldn’t stop buying things for his baby when he saw how your eyes lit up with each present. “i forgot. i’m sorry baby” you said, catching yourself on that last word when you noticed the look he shot at you. you really did forget, you’d been so busy all week running errands and rushing to appointments, you’d hardly had any time to cuddle up into your man how you wanted to. noticing the look in his eyes, you knew you were forgiven, you also knew exactly what he wanted to make him feel better and you didn’t mind giving it to him at all. the nails, the hair, the lashes. that boy was in for a ride.

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Delta Blues (pt 1)

Synopsis: You’re a 20 year old black girl in Mississippi Delta in 1930. You’re a blues singer and you’ve never found men too interesting until you met Sukuna, a mysterious businessman that moved all the way here from japan to Mississippi.

Paring: Ryomen Sukuna x Black fem reader

Content: black fem!reader, Sukuna, slight flirting?

Word count: 1,896k

A/n: Hello this is my first time writing fan fiction and english isn’t my first language i would appreciate any tips on how to upgrade my spelling and writing! And i thank the people from my recent post for encouraging me to post this!

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It’s 1932 in the Mississippi Delta, specifically in Mound Bayou, where the blues is running rampant and the warm, humid air is a common thing that you and the others have gotten used to. The times are tough—well, not as tough as others—since you were blessed with a prominent family. Your father is a doctor and takes care of the residents of Mound Bayou and even has other Black people from neighboring cities come for his help. Your mother is a teacher at the elementary school down the street.

“Daddy! Momma says come eat,” you chirp, rocking on the balls of your feet.Your father is momentarily surprised by your sudden presence, but his eyes soften, a smile appearing on his face. A cigarette is resting between his fingers, but he puts it down since he would never smoke in front of you, and he follows you downstairs.

The smell of shrimp gumbo, homemade cornbread, and vegetables wafts through the air. From the phonograph, Charley Patton plays softly. It’s only the three of you at the table; your older siblings have long since left the house, starting families of their own. It’s obvious you are your parents’ little girl, even at the age of twenty.

Your eyes are large and bright, resembling those of a doll. Your lips are full and pouty, your skin a dark brown from all the time spent outside. You’re well-raised, using “ma’am” and “sir” when addressing older people, helping people in need, and watching the neighbors’ kids when they are busy. But what really makes you shine is your singing. The blues flows through you like you’ve suffered for centuries, in a way no one else can compare to. Your main stage is the juke joint downtown, where you sing every night for fun. And tonight is going to be the same way.

As the sun sets, you prepare yourself to leave for the juke joint. As you step out of your house after bidding your parents farewell, the Delta’s humid air immediately clings to your skin. The streets are silent, with the occasional sound of children’s laughter and a drunkard on the corner snoring, passed out from too much booze for sure.

You look at your outfit one more time: a silk baby-blue strapless dress with a matching silk shawl, a simple purse tucked under your arm, and matching baby-blue heels. Then you start your journey to the juke joint a few blocks down.

While on your way, you meet up with some friends, chatting and laughing. Once you arrive, the guard tips his hat as you approach the door, his eyes lingering on your form longer than needed. You return a small smile but nothing more, used to this, and you are let in. Most of the men around here are heavy drinkers or smokers, which doesn’t suit your taste.

On stage, the musicians are already tuning their instruments—the low sound of a guitar scratching, a saxophone warming up, and the pianist testing his keys. You place your gloved hand in the larger, calloused hand of the man standing by the stage and let him help you up.

“Thank you, Leroy,” you murmur, your voice soft and shy.

Once you settle onto the stage and greet the musicians, they start up the music. Your voice is higher-pitched than most blues singers, but it’s completely unique. Your lyrics fill the juke joint and drift over the crowd in a conversational rhythm. They are intimate… sensual in a way that such words should be said behind closed doors with a lover, but without a trace of vulgarity or crudeness.

Your hands trace slowly down your body as you sway, your eyes taking in the crowd until they land on someone unfamiliar.

He’s ridiculously tall and hard to miss, easily six foot three or more, with strange pink hair that gleams in the juke joint lights. He isn’t Black—a rarity in Mound Bayou, even though a few Chinese and Mexican families live here—and you don’t recognize him at all. He looks realll clean, a proper dapper daddy, his clothes perfect and pressed, his hair neatly in place. And his eyes are sharp—and red?

You hold his gaze longer than you both should. Your heart starts to race, and you feel shy, almost nervous on stage under his strong stare. He smirks faintly, amusement in his expression, like he knows the effect he’s having on you. You look away immediately, your cheeks warm.

You sing for what feels like hours, your tone sultry and breathy but still innocent-sounding, making the juke joint go quiet as couples dance slowly or sway together. Finally, you step off the stage, needing a drink as people applaud. You move through the crowd and head straight to the bar.

“Well, aren’t you a doll.”

The sudden rough, gravelly voice makes you jump, and you quickly turn to face whoever is speaking. You don’t even see a face at first—you’re met with a broad chest. When you slowly look up, you see him—the pink-haired man.

“You almost gave me a heart attack,” you gasp, taking a deep breath.

He smirks with bold confidence and smugness. You can tell he isn’t a soft man—definitely not a gentle one… but you like it.

“I ain’t ever seen you ‘round here. Where you from?” you ask, your voice soft and filled with wonder.

He leans against the bar, never breaking eye contact. “I’m from Japan,” he replies casually, a smile tugging at his lips. “You know where that is?”

You shake your head, and he chuckles low and gravelly, almost like a growl, the sound making you feel warm.

“The name is Sukuna,” he says, extending his massive hand, veins running up his muscular arm.

“I’m Y/N,” you whisper shyly, placing your delicate gloved hand in his. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, holding eye contact with you—the gesture polite but deeply intimate.

You and Sukuna talk naturally despite just meeting, drinks long forgotten and the noise of the juke joint fading into the background. You ask questions—nothing too probing or forward—and he answers each one calmly, smoothly, commanding attention without needing to dominate.

Time goes by fast, and when it’s time to leave, you let him walk you home. The sound of crickets mixes with your heels and his boots hitting the wooden boards as you walk side by side, keeping slight distance in comfortable silence.

Finally, you ask the question that’s been on your mind the entire time, your voice soft but suspicious. “You… married?”

He stares at you for a moment, then laughs, the sound deep and vibrating through you. “I ain’t married. Why you asking? You want me to marry ya?”

Your cheeks warm, and you shake your head so fast it looks like it might fall off. You lower your head in embarrassment for asking such a question. “I—I didn’t say that,” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper.

At perfect timing, you both arrive at your doorstep. Your head tilts up, your big eyes looking into his.

“Thank you, Sukuna,” you whisper, worried your parents might see you with him.

He hesitates like he wants to do something, but instead slips his hands into his pockets, his eyes locked on you.

“Don’t get any ideas, doll. I’m too old for you. Now get in your house and rest that pretty head.”

You both wave goodbye, and you quickly dart inside, your heart racing. You immediately peek through the blinds, watching as he walks away.

Once he disappears in the distance, you sigh and slump onto the couch, your hands covering your face, your mind racing with a million thoughts. His voice—confident and gravelly, commanding attention. His unique pink hair resembling cotton candy. His red eyes that seemed to almost devour you.

And you realize immediately that you’re completely smitten with him.

As the morning sun rises, shining brightly into your room, you’re already up at your vanity, writing in your diary.

January 23rd, 1932