callhercarlisle

ʚ prompt— noticing the jjk characters stubble (or bush) and asking them not to shave

ʚ incl— gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont— suggestive, crack

like he’s eating you out first, for sureeeee. and even if he’s sloppier than usual, that mouth and tongue of his never fail. of course he’d have you taste it too, the mix of your essence and whatever fruity cocktails he indulged in all night. he’d be on cloud nine when you ask him if you can take care of him, but you’d be giggling bc of how fast he’s nodding and pulling off his jeans at the same time. omg his face would be so flushed… and he’s droolingggg when you’re on top of him. and i think he’d nut before you, but needs you to keep going. so his cum is just leaking out of you and getting all over your thighs, but that overstimulating feeling has him exactly where he wants to be

ʚ or— satoru gojo gets used by our favorite jujutsu kaisen men (feat: geto, toji, higuruma, nanami)

ʚ cont— just straight unholy filth from the mind of a whore, you’ve been warned

── .✦ using choso when you're ovulating !!

it started innocently enough. 

you’d been feeling that familiar, deep-seated ache, a restless heat simmering under your skin that made every brush of fabric feel like too much and not enough. choso noticed immediately,

of course. he always did.

“you’re so tense today,” he murmured, setting down the book he was reading. his dark eyes were full of soft concern. he came over to where you were fidgeting on the couch and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. “what do you need? tell me. i’ll take care of you.”

he said it with such sweet, solemn certainty. he had no idea.

“just you,” you’d said, pulling him up for a kiss. it was supposed to be chaste, but you couldn’t help it—you licked into his mouth, biting his lower lip, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel the warm, firm planes of his back. he made a soft sound of surprise but kissed you back, gentle and thorough.

“mmh… okay,” he breathed against your lips. “i can do that.”

that was ten hours ago.

since then, you haven’t been able to leave him alone. it’s like a magnetic pull. you trail after him into the kitchen while he tries to make tea, pressing against his back, kissing the nape of his neck, your hands sneaking around to palm the growing bulge in his sweatpants. he gasps, nearly dropping the kettle.

“ah—nngh, w-wait, let me just—the w-water!—”

but you’re already sinking to your knees right there on the kitchen tile, nuzzling at him through the soft fabric. he lets out a high, strained whine, his fingers tangling in your hair. “not… n-not here… oh, fuck…”

you give him a break. for about seven minutes.

he’s sitting at the small table, finally trying to eat the simple meal he’d prepared, chopsticks in hand. you slide into his lap, straddling him, knocking the chopsticks from his grip. you grind down against him, capturing his mouth in another searing kiss. he tastes like rice and mild surprise.

“mmph—my food!” he protested weakly, his hands coming up to grip your hips, holding you still for a second. his resolve lasted about three seconds before he was kissing you back, his own hunger quickly overriding the one for his abandoned dinner. “o-oh… oh, god…”

you rocked against him, feeling him harden instantly beneath you, and a pathetic little moan escaped his throat. “ah!please, i can’t think—”

“you said you’d take care of me,” you whispered against his lips, sucking the bottom one into your mouth.

“i am—i’m trying—” he breathed, but he was already lifting you, carrying you the few stumbling steps to the nearest wall, pinning you against it as he devoured your mouth. he was already unraveling, and you’d barely started. “just… let me… ngh!”

you lost track of how many times you pulled him to the edge. on the couch, your hand down his pants, stroking him until he was shaking and begging with quiet, broken sounds.

“r-right there, please— fuckfuckfuck— i-i’m gonna—ah! ah, no, don’t stop, please d-don’t stop—!”

naturally, you stopped. you pulled away and he cried out, a frustrated, aching sound.

then you're in the hallway, pushing him against the wall to suck a bruise into his throat while you rubbed him through his clothes.

“your mouth… feels s'good, i’m close, i’m so close, please— oh god— please let me come this t-time, please—”

you didn’t. you gave him a moment to breathe, to think he’d regained some control.

he never did.

now he was flat on his back on the bed, and he looked utterly debauched. his hair was a mess against the pillows, his face flushed a deep, beautiful red. tears of overstimulation clung to his long lashes. 

he was naked, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach, but he was trembling all over, sensitive to the point of pain. you were straddling his thighs, not even touching him there, just watching him fall apart.

“please,” he whimpered, his voice hoarse and wrecked. he tried to lift a hand to touch you, but it fell back to the mattress, boneless. “just a minute, please, i can’t—my head is s-so empty, i can’t… nngh… c-can't think!”

“you said you’d take care of me, cho!” you reminded him again, leaning forward to trace the shell of his ear with your tongue. he shuddered violently, a fresh tear slipping down his temple. “does my sweet boy want to stop?”

“no!” the word burst out of him, desperate. “no, never, i just—nngh—it’s too much, it’s so much, every time you touch me i feel like i’m dying… i-it’s so good… please…”

you finally sank down onto him, taking him inside in one slow, excruciating glide. his back arched off the bed, a strangled scream caught in his throat.

“ah! ah—! too much, oh my god—” he babbled, his eyes rolling back. he was so oversensitive it was almost painful for him, his whole body seizing up. you didn’t move, letting him adjust to the sheer, overwhelming feeling of being sheathed inside you after so much torment.

“see?” you cooed, leaning down to kiss the tears from his cheeks. “you can take it. you’re doing so good for me.”

he sobbed, a real, shuddering sob. his hands found your hips, his grip weak. “i love you,” he choked out, the words raw and sincere amidst the wreckage of his composure. “i love you, i love you, i can’t—ah! you’re moving, you’re moving, oh fuck—”

you started to move. slowly at first, then building a relentless rhythm. he was completely at your mercy.

“aaahngh— sbitshitshit fuck!! right there, r-right there, please, i can’t last, i’m gonna come, i’m gonna— ohmygod— i'm gonna c-come already, i-it’s too soon—!” his whines and pleas and choked-off moans filled the room. 

he couldn’t even thrust up to meet you; he was just a trembling, receptive mess beneath you, taking every drop of the frantic energy coursing through you. his eyes were glazed, locked on your face with a look of awestruck, overwhelmed devotion. “you’re s-so pretty— so— so tight. you're k-killing me… feels so good…”

when his climax finally ripped through him, it was silent for a terrifying second before a broken, wailing cry tore from his lungs.

“ah—! ahhh—! fuck! yesyesyes don't— don't stop!” he spilled deep inside you, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his fingers digging into your skin as he rode wave after wave of the most intense release of his life. “s’too much… too m-much… haah… oh, n-no more—!”

you followed him moments later, clenching around him, milking him through his own sensitivity until he was sobbing again, whispering about how much he loves you.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you slick with sweat and spent. he wrapped his arms around you, still trembling, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ear. he pressed a dozen weak, reverent kisses into your hair.

“i… i underestimated you,” he whispered, his voice utterly shattered.

you smiled, nuzzling into his throat. “you took care of me. just like you promised.”

he held you tighter, a weak, happy hum vibrating in his chest. “m’never doing that again…” he mumbled, already half-asleep. 

and obviously, he ended up eating his words.

“get my fingers wet for me.”

nanami’s voice is calm, the same measured tone he uses when he’s explaining a mission report or asking you to pass the salt. except now he’s sitting fully clothed in the armchair, thighs spread, and you’re straddling them—naked, blindfolded, and wrists bound neatly behind your back with one of his silk ties.

your knees dig into the cushion on either side of his leg; the position forces your thighs wide, your cunt already slick and exposed to the cool air

you part your lips without hesitation and he presses two fingers past your lips. you close around them, sucking gently at first, then harder, hollowing your cheeks the way you know he likes when you take his cock down your throat.

you coat his fingers thoroughly, letting saliva pool until it drips down his knuckles when he slowly fucks them in and out of your mouth.

“good girl,” he murmurs. “that’s it. make them nice and wet.”

you whimper when he withdraws them, only to hold your breath when you feel his wet fingertips ghost over your collarbone, circle one already hard nipple, then continue lower, down your stomach—until he finally reaches your cunt.

he parts you with slick fingers and glide up and down between your legs—from your entrance to your clit, then back down again, circling your entrance, never quite pressing hard enough to give you what you need, only reminding you how empty you are, how wet, how ready.

“breathe,” he says quietly.

you do.

then he pushes in—deep and slow. the stretch is perfect; his thick fingers fill you completely, the fullness making your thighs quake. but he doesn’t move. he doesn’t thrust. he just holds them there, buried to the last knuckle, letting you feel every ridge, every slight pulse of his heartbeat inside you.

you need more. need him to move, to fuck you, to make you come. it’s maddening how controlled he is while you’re already a trembling mess in his lap. so you squirm—hips twitching forward, trying to chase friction. the tie around your wrists pulls tight as you strain against it; a frustrated whine escapes you.

“nanami—please—”

“behave.” his free hand slides up your spine, fingers curling around the nape of your neck—holding you still. “you’re going to sit here and take what i give you. or you get nothing tonight. do you understand?”

you whimper—higher, needier—but you nod frantically.

“words.”

“y-yes, sir,” you gasp. “i understand.”

“good.”

he stays motionless for what feels like forever. the only movement is the subtle flex of his fingers every few seconds—just enough to remind you they’re there, just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. your cunt clenches around him helplessly and slick drips down his wrist. and it takes everything not to grind down on him like you so desperately want to.

“please—” you whisper again. “please, nanami. i need you. i can’t—”

his grip on your neck tightens. “i said behave.”

you freeze. tears prick behind the blindfold; your whole body is shaking with the effort of staying still.

he waits another long moment—long enough that you’re nearly sobbing with need—then finally, finally, he curls his fingers upward. slow. deliberate. pressing hard against that spot inside you that makes you whimper embarrassingly.

“better?” he asks, still perfectly calm.

“yes—thank you—”

“then stay still.”

then he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts, barely pulling out before sinking back in, nearly kissing your cervix with every aggressive push. the wet, squelching sounds fill the quiet room, loud enough to make fresh tears sting behind the blindfold and heat flood your cheeks. you want to ride him, want to grind, want anything more, but his hand on your neck keeps you obedient.

and all you can do is whimper and squirm helplessly in his lap while he watches with a faint smile tugging at his lips and drinking in every desperate little sound you make.

choso had just dicked you down so good not even an hour ago, left you all messy and shaky on the sheets with his cum still leaking slow out of your overworked little pussy. you could barely move, legs trembling every time you tried to shift, sore in the best way possible. your whole body felt like jelly, clit still pulsing faintly from how hard he’d made you cum earlier, walls all puffy and sensitive inside.

and yet there he was again... hovering over you with those big pleading puppy eyes, cock already rock-hard and drooling a thick bead of precum against your thigh. he looked so desperate, cheeks flushed dark pink, lips parted like he was starving for you all over again.

“baby please,” he whined so soft that you almost melted right there. “just wanna feel you again… jus’ rub it on your pussy, i swear. won’t put it in. promise.”

his voice cracked a little at the end, hips already rocking tiny desperate thrusts against you like he couldn’t control himself. you knew he was lying to himself more than to you, but god— he sounded so needy, so sweet, biting his lip and gazing down at you like you were his whole world... how could you say no when he begged like that? especially when yourw still so full of him from earlier that the thought of taking him again made your clit throb even thru the ache, even if your poor pussy begged for a break.

“okay… only rubbing, cho,” you mumbled softly. “be good, yeah?”

he nodded frantically, leaning down to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your nose like he was trying to thank you with every gentle press of his lips. his hands shook a little as he nudged your thighs apart wider, still sensitive and sticky from his earlier load. he groaned low in his throat the second the fat head of his cock kissed your swollen folds, sliding up thru the mess of cum and slick with one slow drag that made your breath hitch.

“f-fuck— you’re so wet still… so warm,” he breathed against your mouth, hips stuttering already as he dragged himself back down, coating his length in the slick leaking out of you.

he kept it slow at first, just gliding his thick cock along your slit, the wet filthy sound of it echoing every time he nudged ur clit - loud squelches that made heat pool in your belly despite the soreness. you whimpered every time he caught your entrance but didn’t push in, thighs quivering around his waist as his tip bumped your clit so perfectly, sending little sparks through your nerves. his pre mixed with your slick and his earlier cum, making everything even messier, strings of it connecting his cock to yourr pussy lips each time he pulled back.

“feels so good, baby… your pussy’s sucking at me even when i’m not inside,” he panted, his voice wrecked and husky. he rolled his hips, his tip catching just right so you arched with a broken moan, nails scratching lightly at his arms.

but then his hips twitched harder.

and harder.

the head caught - just barely notched inside your fluttering hole and he froze, breathing ragged and uneven. you felt the stretch already, your walls clenching greedily around the intrusion even tho you were still so tender.

“cho— wait—” you tried to warn, hands pushing weakly at his chest, but you voice came out all breathy and weak.

“‘m sorry...” he choked out immediately, but he didn’t pull back. instead, he sank in one thick devastating inch, eyes fluttering shut like he was in heaven. your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open on a silent sob because fuck— he was still so big, stretching you open all over again when your walls were already puffy and raw from earlier. the burn mixing with pleasure, your pussy gushing more slick around him as he inched deeper.

“just—jus’ the tip, baby, please,” he begged against your lips even as his hips rolled forward again, feeding you another fat inch that made you gasp sharp. “you’re so tight… can’t— can’t think when ur squeezing me like that… fuck, your pussy’s so hot inside, all creamy from earlier…”

he was already bottoming out before he even finished the sentence, cock buried to the hilt in one long greedy slide that punched the air out of your lungs. you cried out sharp and high, nails digging into his broad shoulders, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress as he filled you completely, balls pressed snug against your ass. the mess from earlier squelched out around his base, his old cum pushed deeper or leaking out in thick globs, coating the sheets in sticky filth.

“cho— s’too much—!” you sobbed, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming stretch.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry...” he babbled, kissing all over your face in frantic apology even as he started fucking you in deep punishing strokes that made the bed creak. “can’t help it— h-haahh... you feel too fucking good— pussy’s milking me so hard, baby… gripping me like you don’t wanna let go…”

he planted both feet firm on the mattress, knees bent high, hips angled so he could drill even deeper, folding you practically in half with your knees shoved up near your ears.

you were helpless like that, completely open for him while he pounded down into you like he was trying to carve himself into your guts, every thrust punching a wet squelch out of your stuffed cunt. creamy white rings of cum and slick frothed at the base of his cock, smearing messy across both of your thighs, dripping down your ass and pooling on the sheets in nasty puddles.

the sounds were so lewd.. sloppy wet slaps mixed with your broken cries and his guttural grunts, the air in the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

choso was so into it - grunting low and animalistic, sweat dripping off his forehead onto your collarbone, muttering the nastiest and sweetest things against your tear-streaked cheeks while his hips snapped brutal and relentless. his cock dragged thick and heavy along your walls, bullying your g-spot with every deep plunge, veins pulsing against your sensitive spots until your mind went mushy.

“taking me so well… my good girl… look at this pretty pussy swallowing every inch— fuck, you’re made for this cock, yeah? made to get fucked stupid like this… your walls are fluttering so tight around me, baby, like you’re begging for more even tho you’re sobbing…”

you could barely hear him over the wet slapping sounds and your own broken sobs, your body jolting with every harsh thrust. your brain felt melted, thoughts gone, nothing left except the delicious drag of him inside you, splitting you open over and over, the way his tip almost kissed your cervix deep enough to make stars burst behind your eyelids.

your hands scrabbled uselessly at his toned back, clinging to all that hard muscle while he used you like his personal fuck doll, pounding you so hard your tits bounced and your legs shook against him. slick squirted out around his cock on particularly rough thrusts, spraying fine and messy, making everything even sloppier as he beat your pussy up without mercy.

“cho... mnnghh s’big— too big—!” you hiccuped, tears spilling hot down your pretty face, body trembkling uncontrollably.

“i know baby, i know,” he cooed, kissing the corner of your mouth, licking at the salty tears with a soft hum. “but you take it so pretty… look so cute crying on my dick… gonna cum again for me? gonna let me fill u up twice tonight, hm? yoir pussy’s already so full, but i’ll stuff you even more, yeah? make you leak for days…”

you couldn’t even answer. just wailed when he ground deeper and stayed there, impaling you full of his dick, pulsing hot while bullying your g-spot until your whole body locked up and you came so hard you saw white, your pussy clenching vise-tight around him, gushing slick that soaked his balls and the sheets.

“shiiit— that’s a good girl... cumming for me like that— yeah baby... m’cumming too fuck—!” he followed right after with a choked groan, hips jerking erratic while he pumped another thick load into you, so much it overflowed immediately and spilling out in warm spurts around his shaft, dripping down your crack and ruining everything even more in hot sticky waves.

when he finally collapsed on top of you, still buried deep and twitching inside, both of you were a sweaty sticky mess, breathing heavily and tangled up.

he leaned down and pressed soft kisses to your throat, mumbling sorry’s and i love you’s like he hadn’t just railed you into next week, his hands stroking your sides gentle now.

you caught your breath for a minute, then patted his back weakly, voice hoarse.

“…sex ban. starting tomorrow.”

he froze. lifted his head. blinked those big round eyes at you all innocent.

“wait— wha—”

“yep. sex ban. no more pussy for a week.”

he pouted so dramatically you almost laughed despite how ruined you felt, lips trembling like a kicked puppy.

“…but baby—”

“no buts. you’re on timeout, big guy.”

he dropped his face into your neck with the saddest little whine, already trying to negotiate with tiny kisses along your skin, mumbling how he’d be good next time.

he was sooo fucked. literally and figuratively.

note. again... not proofread so sorry for the typos or any errors if there’s any !

like the amount of smaus and headcanons I've read by different writers, where they just slip that in is genuinely comical

he knows it’s not easy for you to fall asleep. he’s woken up to you wide awake at 3am, scrolling on your phone that’s way too close to your face. he’s tried every remedy out there—warm milk before bed, tea before bed, no gadgets before bed, reading before bed—yet not a single one has been effective. it always ends with you staying up until it’s time for him to wake up.

only one thing ever worked, though. kissing you until you pass out.

as soon as you finish your nighttime routine, zayne is already ushering you to his lap. he sets his book down on the bedside table, slips his glasses off, and lets his hands run up and down your sides in slow, soothing motions. in the summer, he even uses his evol, a gentle coolness settling over your skin just enough to make you relax.

once you’re on top of him, it starts with a kiss to your cheek. then another along your jaw, before he drags his lips down your neck. after that, he comes back up to meet your mouth, slotting his lips with yours. he doesn’t rush it. doesn’t deepen it more than necessary. just steady, unhurried kisses meant to calm your breathing rather than steal it away.

without breaking contact, he eases you down onto the bed, movements careful and practiced. one hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing softly against your skin while the other keeps you close. his kisses grow slower, softer, lingering just a second longer each time.

he murmurs quietly inbetween—nothing dramatic, just low reassurances, reminders that he’s here, you’re safe, that you don’t have to think about anything else. eventually, he turns the two of you onto your sides, pulling you flush against his chest.

his hand slips under your sleep shirt, meticulous fingertips tracing circles along your back. his nails scratch lightly, rhythmically, exactly the way he knows you like. your breathing eventually evens out without you realizing it, body melting into his.

there’s a small smile on his lips when he feels you go slack against him.

and as your eyes finally flutter closed, zayne doesn’t stop right away. he presses one last kiss to your lips, thumb brushing beneath your eye as if to make sure you’re really asleep. only then does he still, arm tightening around you just slightly.

you fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing and the cool comfort of his presence—while zayne stays awake a little longer, making sure you don’t wake again.