Cheesa girl

I'm in love with these men❤️

Geto:

Nanami:

Choso:

Sukuna:

Choso would notice the small things mentioned in conversations between the two of you. You could mention how old and shitty the frying pan was, and the next day he'd come home with a brand new frying pan, ready for use.

Choso crossed his arms, his eyes strategically analyzing every minutiae detail about the vanity sitting before him. The vanity he has taken the time to build while you were out for lunch with your friends. 

A couple days prior, you had been complaining about having to sit in the sink while you did any sort of skincare or makeup. He nodded, silently validating your feelings of annoyance, and that was about it. You two carried on with your normal day; however, Choso was quick to hop online and get a vanity delivered to the apartment as soon as possible. 

You were slightly confused as to why Cho was so adamant about sending you off to lunch that day. He never minded when you wanted to hang out with friends, but he usually wasn't the one insisting on you leaving the house. He was a homebody, and he usually adored having you around the place. 

You said your goodbyes to your friends and found yourself walking into the apartment, social battery drained, ready to enjoy some time with your boyfriend.

"Cho, I'm hom- Oh my god." You were cut off when you saw a vanity in the corner of the room. Your eyes darted towards Cho, who was lying on the bed, arms behind his head, with a small smile on his face.

"I hope you like it," he says, nervously perking up and rubbing the back of his neck. You rush towards the bed, launching yourself onto his chest and peppering kisses on his face.

"You are the best fucking boyfriend ever," you squeal, a massive grin plastered on your face as you looked down at the gorgeous, sleepy-eyed man who was smiling softly at you.

His arms snaked around your waist, holding you tightly to his body. "Now you don't have to sit in the sink anymore," he mumbles, pressing kisses along your jawline. 

You laugh at his comment, sighing at the feeling of his lips against your skin. "Glad you like it, beautiful," he whispers, nuzzling his head into your neck, letting a yawn escape his lips

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Satoru for sure loves to spoil the shit out of you, despite you constantly telling him he didn't have to. He would love the way you reacted to him bringing home gifts, the way you'd shower him with kisses, and the way you'd cling to him afterwards. He adored all of it.

Satoru steps through the door, a bouquet of tulips and lilies in hand. A huge grin was plastered on his face at the sight of your widened eyes and reddening face.  

"I got you a little something sweets" he says, bending down to plant a kiss on the side of your head while laying the flowers on the counter.

You let out a squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck and sputtering multiple 'thank you' and 'I love you's.

"Thank you, thank you; I love you so much," you say, obvious excitement laced in your voice. Satoru absolutely fucking adored how worked up you got over the little things in life, it made him want to spoil you rotten.

"I love you too y/n" he chuckles, cupping your cheeks and pressing multiple kisses on each of them. Your nose scrunched up adorably, like it always does, and Satoru couldn't help but melt at the sight of it.  

"I had to show my favorite girl how much I missed her." His tone was sweet and playful as he gazed down at you, nothing but love in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist, savoring the way you leaned into him. 

"Where's my thank-you kiss?" He teased, looking down at you with a pout, which only caused you to giggle and pull his head down to smash his lips onto yours. A low groan leaves him at the feeling, his grip on you tightening. 

When you eventually pulled away from the kiss due to the lack of air, he let out a dramatic whine. "You can't deprive me of those lips now; I got you flowers."

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You were Nanami's cute little pillow princess through and through. You were so willing to take whatever he gave, and he absolutely adored that about you.

"You're doing so good, sweetheart," he whispers against your cheek, peppering kisses against it. You squirm and let out a moan as he thrusts into you, deeper than before. 

"So big, Nanami," you sputter out, your hips buckling and your eyes squeezing shut at the painfully sweet sensation. 

"I know it's a lot; you're taking it all so well for me y/n" he cooed, brushing the hair out of your face lovingly.

"Open your eyes, baby; I wanna see you," he pleads, tapping your cheek to urge you. When you do open them, you are only met with the most lovesick gaze you've ever seen on a man. 

"Atta girl," he mumbles, his fingers tracing down your neck before gently tugging at your nipples. His thrusts were slow and passionate; you had both always preferred it this way.

"You're so pretty like this," he mutters, reaching his hand down to press on your lower belly, earning him a desperate whine from your puffy and swollen lips.

"Look how perfect of a mess you are," he praises, throwing his head back in ecstasy at the sounds you were making under him and the way you squeezed him so good and, oh, so tight.

"Love you, Nanami," you babble, your head slumping into the palm of his hand, causing him to chuckle. He loved how fucked out you were, your hair was a mess, and your cheeks were reddened. He thought it was the most beautiful sight possible.

"I love you too—you're so good to me, baby." He tucks his head into your neck, driving himself into you a little harsher, groaning at the way you scratched at his back and those little desperate whimpers leaving your mouth. 

"Too good to me," he hisses, his lips latching onto your skin, leaving marks for anyone who dared look your way to see for days to come.

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The position you were in right now was rather compromising.

Satoru Gojo was far from being your friend. One might even say you hated his fucking guts. He was annoying and cocky, but god he knew how to use that dick of his.

"How much you hate me now, sweets?" You hear him mutter while nipping and sucking along your neck. You whine as his hips buck up into you, hitting your cervix once again. Your hands were tied behind your back and Satoru had a firm grip on the back of your neck.

"I still hate you" you mumble, your head slumping back against his shoulder. He chuckles at your words, and you feel him squeeze your neck a little tighter.

"I shouldn't give you the luxury of riding me when you talk to me like that" he says in an almost scolding tone, and he smirks at the way you squirm and whine at his words.

"But It's okay, because I know how you really feel." Both of his hands move to your hips and slowly lift you off of him, you moan out at the sensation and squeeze your eyes shut as he observes the beauty before him.

"I mean-look at the mess you make for me sweets" he teases, referring to the puddle of your juices pooling at the bottom of his dick.

"I hate you" you huff, pushing your hips down, needing him to fill you up once again.

"Yet you're so needy for me y/n" he groans, his head lulling backwards when he feels himself sinking back into you "And you feel so fucking good while doing it baby"

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Satoru would come home after another long day, and you would be there waiting for him, like the sweet doting wife you were. After an hour of chatting about your days, you would usually give Satoru a head massage which eventually led to you getting your insides completely rearranged while he whispered the most lewd things he could possibly think of in your ear.

Today was different. You had plans to visit some family, and wouldn't be able to make it home in time to greet Satoru when he came home. You also wouldn't be there to chat about your day, give him head rubs, or let him fuck you senseless into bed and to say Satoru was heartbroken would be an understatement.

By the time you had arrived home, you slipped into your nightgown and made yourself comfortable under the comforter, your eyes already growing heavy.

"How was seeing everyone sweets?" He asked, slipping under the blanket with you, seeking your body's warmth.

"It was good" I say, smiling as I felt his arms snake around my waist and his nose tickle my neck. "All that social interaction made me want to sleep for the next 5 days though" I say jokingly, letting my eyes drift closed and my body slump said against his.

Satoru was really trying to be a good person. He knew you didn't owe him sex every single day, and he wanted to respect that. He could live without sex for one night.

2:55 am.

Satoru Gojo apparently could not live without sex for one night. He hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep and the feeling of your body pressing against his was starting to become unbearable. His eyes stared at the way that cute little pink nightgown clung to your curves so perfectly, and before he knew it, he was slowly grinding himself into your ass, seeking some sort of relief.

It just wasn't enough, Satoru needed to feel your walls milk him, he needed to hear the sound of skin slapping together.

"Y/n, sweetheart" he mumbles against your ear, causing you to stir in your sleep, a whine escaping your parted lips.

He sighs, nuzzling his head into your neck, panting slightly. His hand moves to the silky fabric resting on your thigh, and he slowly pushes it up to your tits.

His breath hitches at the sight before him. "Still wet for me, even in your sleep huh" he clicks his tongue, running his finger along your slit, before slowly pushing it into you, causing you to squirm.

"Just the tip baby" he mutters, removing his finger before pushing his boxers down, guiding himself towards your entrance. He lets out a guttural groan as your juices coat his shaft, and he's even more delighted at the popping sound created by him pushing his tip inside.

"Just the tip" he repeats to himself, squeezing his eyes closed as he relishes the sensation of you wrapped so snuggly around him.

"Just a little more" he hissed, pushing himself deeper into you, and before he knew it, he was bottoming you out while peppering kisses along your neck. His dick twitched at every little whine and moan you let out in your sleep, but he eventually found himself growing more and more tired, the intimate position serving as a source of comfort for him.

7:00 am

You woke up to feel a knot in your belly, but after a few seconds of squirming, you realized that you were feeling Satoru's dick buried inside of you.

"Good morning sweets" You hear him mumble, his head buried in your hair.

"Got a little carried away last night?" I asked with widened eyes, slightly amused at the situation occurring.

"I needed to feel you baby" He pouts, a groan escaping him as I pushed myself against him, allowing him to move deeper.

"And she needed me," he adds, referencing to your drooling and achey pussy.

"Always does" you mumble, a smile playing at your lips.

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"Feels so good" you babble, your head lulling onto his shoulder, earning you a quiet chuckle from Satoru.

"Yeah?" he teases, peppering small kisses onto your head. You nod, moving your hips in small circles, causing Satoru to let out a hoarse groan.

This was a horrible idea. You shouldn't be in this situation with Satoru, but you certainly weren't putting an end to it now. Tomorrow seemed so far away as you heard the lewd sound of skin hitting skin caused by Satoru bouncing you on him, hitting your cervix each time.

"Aww look at your little belly bulge" He cooed, moving his hand from your hip and pressing it against your belly, causing you to whine out in pleasure, to cock drunk to form proper words.

Tomorrow is an eternity away.

You woke up to the sound of running water and your sleepy eyes immediately widened in panic. Fuck, tomorrow was here, and the anxiety hit you like a train.

Gojo was never one to keep his hookups around long. You had heard stories of him sending the girls off in taxis, never bothering to text them afterward and the realization hit you. You were about to be one of those girls, you had given your virginity to a man who was going to send you off in a fucking taxi.

You quickly sit up in the bed, sliding out of it and scavenging for your clothes, and putting them on. You then grab a sticky note and pen from his desk located in the corner of the room and right a quick 'Last night was great, thank you' quickly signing off with a little heart. You were going to rip the band-aid off and leave without being asked, a weak attempt to save your dignity. You snatch your purse from the nightstand and hurry out the front door.

You were exhausted to say the least, you and Satoru had been up all night and the lack of sleep was starting to hit you as you sat on a bench in a park, eyes drooping closed. It was a busy park, children played as their parents conversed, you didn't see any problem in one quick little nap.

Satoru was surprised and even a little butt hurt when he opened the bathroom door to find an empty bed. He knew what people said about him and some of the rumors did have some truth behind them, but you weren't a one-night stand. Satoru adored you, fuck Satoru loved you. He loved your voice, your face, everything. He wasted no time throwing on a coat and rushing out the door, throwing the note he had left him onto the coffee table on the way out.

"Y/n, answer the phone please", He pleads, sending yet another voicemail to your phone. Suddenly the thought hit him, you had mentioned how you loved the park so much ever since you were a little girl. He didn't know for sure if he'd be there, but he was growing desperate, so he eagerly made his way towards the playground.

When he arrived, Satoru instantly furrowed his eyebrows at the sigh of the familiar cost you always wear, hood up, sitting on a bench. 'What the hell' he muttered to himself, quickening his pace towards him. He frowned even more when he saw how red his nose and cheeks were.

"y/n" he says softly, shaking you slightly. "Time to wake up baby," he adds, patting your cold cheek gently.

Your eyes flutter open, squinting in confusion at the sight of the blue-eyed man in front of you.

"Satoru?" you mumble, sitting up quickly. "I don't know what on earth you are thinking about sleeping on a bench y/n" He scolds, helping you stand properly. You were just about to explain yourself when he cuts you off again.

"You're going to catch a cold y/n" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed by the situation.

"I didn't think you'd want me there when you woke up" you mumble, looking down at your feet while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.

To your surprise, you felt his warm hands cup your cheeks and your face was lifted to where his eyes met yours.

"Oh sweets, I'd never want you to go away," he whispered, his brows knitted together in concern. "I'd have you with me all the time if I could."

You searched his eyes for something--anything to hint at some sort of regret, but what you found was complete and utter adoration for the girl standing in front of him, with her little red cheeks.

"Let me take you out on a proper date y/n-- please

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Thanks for reading babes ❤️

You and Satoru had decided to just stay at a hotel for the night after a disgustingly long and tiring mission, and of course he chose the most lavish hotel he could find near you. He would never let his little sweetheart stay anywhere less than perfect.

Satoru deeply regretted picking this hotel; he actually wished to burn it to the ground. You lay in bed, covers brought up to your chin, watching your favorite show plastered on the TV in front of you. Usually this wouldn't bother Gojo at all; he would actually adore the sight, but tonight he laid their pouting. Pouting in a bed that you were not in. Those dumbasses had given Satoru a room that had two beds, and for some reason you wanted one all to yourself.

"Baby, please let me come lay with you." You hear Satoru whine, causing your eyes to divert from the television.

"It's only one night," you say, giggling at the sight of your boyfriend's pouty state. Of course you weren't going to sleep in a separate bed than him; you just wanted to tease him a little bit. Make up for all those times he bullied the hell out of you. 

You really had meant to let him know he could come into the bed with you, but you were so fucking tired, you couldn't help it when your eyes drooped closed, dragging you into a heavy slumber.

You were soon awakened by Satoru peppering kisses along your neck and jaw with heavy breaths. "Satoru, what are you doing?" You whine sleepily, relishing in the feeling of his lips against your skin.

"You know I can't sleep without you, baby. He mumbles against your skin, the vibrations causing you to gasp. "So mean to me," he adds, nipping at your neck. "That's not how my sweet baby is supposed to act, is it?"

You shake your head at his question,feeling his arms snake around your waist, and suddenly you are on top of him, his large hand landing a hard smack on your bare ass.

"Use your words, sweetheart," he scolds, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. You were panting at this point, desperate for his touch, his voice, all of him. 

"No," you say breathlessly, your cheek pressed against his chest while his hand moved to graze your lower back.

"Aww, so you can use that pretty head of yours..." He cooes, pressing kisses against your hair. You stiffen as you feel his hand move in between your thighs, one of his fingers grazing your entrance. You moan at the sudden touch, causing a small chuckle to leave his lips.

"So needy, huh?" He teases, slipping his finger in, feeling your pussy suck it in instinctively and hearing a loud moan roll off your lips, but he was quick to pull it out, pushing his soaked finger into your mouth, watching as you slowly sucked on it.

"It's a shame you didn't use that head of yours earlier," he mumbles, squeezing you tightly against his chest. "You wouldn't have had to go to bed all hot and bothered." He finished, humming happily as he closed his eyes, listening to your little whines of protest. 

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You had been curled up in bed all day, nose red from the constant rubbing, hair a mess, and cheeks flushed bright pink. You were evidently sick and sported furrowed eyebrows and a frown, Choso was due to be home an hour ago, and he was nowhere to be found.

Just as you went to reach for your phone, you heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps climbing the stairs, a small sleepy smile replaced your frown, finally Choso was home.

Choso had worry swirling in his stomach. Y/n had always greeted him at the door, but today, he opened up the door to an empty house.

"Y/n," He hummed, opening the door, his gaze immediately softening at the sight of his wife laid within their shared bed.

"You had me worried, my sweet," He scolded playfully, flashing you a warm smile.

"I could say the same," you say, shooting him a lighthearted glare.

"You were an hour late, mister," you tease.

"Yes, yes, I just caught a bit of a cold." I reassure him but the worry on his face only deepened.

"I know, we had a bit of an issue at work." He says softly.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"What can I do for you?" He asks, cupping your cheek, gazing at you affectionately.

"The one day I'm late, you are at home sick," He groans, walking around the bed to couch beside you, placing his large hand on your forehead.

"Oh my love, you are burning up, poor thing," He cooes, replacing his hand with his mouth, peppering small kisses along your forehead and face. You scrunch your nose and let out a small giggle.

"Watch a movie with me," I grin, patting the spot next to me.

"You pick," I mumble sleepily, already tucking my head into the crevice of his neck.

He sighs, walking into the closet, soon walking out in his favorite pair of sweats and a simple t-shirt.

"What movie are we watching today?" He asks curiously, grabbing the remote before moving under the covers, making sure to move you into his lap.

"My sweet girl," He mumbles, pressing kisses to your forehead before throwing on a random movie. Soon he was rocking back and forth, occasionally pressing kisses to the top of your head, leading you into a deep slumber.

You sighed, throwing your head back. You stared at the wall, trying to think of something that might entertain you for the little while lloyd would be gone.

"This is so boring." You mumble to yourself. Lloyd wouldn't mind if you popped into his meeting for just a little bit, right?

You make your way down the large, extravagant hallways. You allowed your fingers to graze the walls as you made your way towards the two large doors.

You place your hand on one of the door handle's and pull. You'd be lying if you said it was easy for you to open the massive door but you'd never say that out loud.

The sudden creak of the door caused all heads to snap towards you.

"Oh thank god. This meeting was getting so very boring." Lloyd says, a grin plastered on his face at the sight of his wife.

You make your way towards him, a pout making its way onto your face.

"Lloyd, I'm bored," You whine, plopping yourself in the seat to the right of him.

"Whores nowadays," You hear one of the men say under his breath. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion but pay him no mind. Lloyd wasn't so nice.

"The fuck did you say?" He bellowed, his cold gaze landing on a man that say a couple chairs down.

The man appeared uncomfortable under the gaze of the Lloyd Hansen but he still cleared his throat.

"I just find it quite obnoxious that one of your whores feels that it is appropriate to interrupt a meeting." He says.

Lloyd let out a dark, menacing chuckle. He reached over and wrapped his large hand around your wrist, pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around you, and you laid your head against his firm chest. He placed a kiss on your temple before looking back at the man.

"She Is my wife, you fucking dumbass. Does she make you uncomfortable? Is that what it is? Do you have such a tiny dick that you've never been in the presence of a woman besides your mother?" He asks, which caused you to let out a giggle. Lloyd looked down at you. His eyes now soft and a genuine smile played his lips.

"I would pay money to hear your giggles ma nènette." He says, peppering kisses along your cheek.

"Wife? Since when did you get a wife?" The man questions.

"Oh so we are questioning the sociopath with a gun now?" Lloyd questions, snapping his head towards the man.

"No boss, I was just confused is all." The man stutters, shaking his head profusely.

At this point, Lloyd was twirling his gun around his finger. His stare never left the man as he debated on what to do with him.

"You are to refer to this angel as Mrs.Hansen, if I hear you call her anything else. I'll blow your brains out and send the rest of you to your mother." He says nonchalantly.

"Yes sir. My apologies Mrs.Hansen." He apologized, looking down at the table.

"Look her in the fucking eyes." Lloyd demands.

The man looked up at you slowly. "I'm very sorry Mrs.Hansen." He mumbles.

"What's that? Couldn't hear ya." Lloyd says. Suddenly a loud bang echoes through the room. The sound of a vase shattering caused you to jump which led to Lloyd pressing a gentle kiss on your head.

"Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours sunshine, nothing is gonna hurt you." He cooes softly, pressing your head against his chest. He throws the gun on the table in front of him and moves his hand to your back.

"Mrs. Hansen, I sincerely apologize for my behavior." The man says louder, his eyes still wide from how close the bullet had been to hitting him.

"It's okay," You say, giving him a quick smile before Lloyd presses your head back to his chest.

"Great," Lloyd pauses, "Now get the fuck out." He says, his voice dangerously low.

The man was quick to stand up and walk our of the room, which caused Lloyd to chuckle.

"Now does anyone else have any other complaints?" He asks. All the men in the room were quick to shake their heads.

"Good, now carry on." He says, waving his hand.

His attention was now on you, which you were fine with. "Why don't you come visit me when I'm in meetings more often ma nènette?" He asks, his fingers caressing your cheek. You shrug, "I don't want to be a bother." You reply, pulling at his polo.

"These meetings are incredibly boring, you are anything but a bother sunshine." He says, smiling down at you.

"You know, if anyone disrespects you, I will blow their head off, right?" He asks before planting a kiss on your lips.

"I know Lloyd." You say as he pulls away.