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Breedvember, day 15: Lactation kink

Look, Clark grew up on a farm with cows and canonically drinks milk in Superman 2025, so how was I supposed to not write about him having a lactation kink?? This fic could be considered a sequel to “Kryptonian breeding season,” but you don’t have to read that to know how Reader got pregnant. Written for @breedvember Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader Summary: Clark discovers he has a lactation kink when your milk comes in near the end of your pregnancy. Tags: fluffy smut, p in v, lactation kink including breast play and breastmilk drinking, pregnant reader, references to breeding Word count: 578 Read below or read on AO3

“Is this another Kryptonian breeding thing?” you ask with an amused smile as Clark suckles your leaking nipple.

The tips of his ears go pink as he blinks up at you, embarrassed but not enough to stop himself entirely. “Don' think so,” he mumbles around your breast. “Jus’ a me thing.”

He doesn't feel that bone-deep pull of primitive instinct like he does when it's his breeding season, just feels ordinary. Well, not ordinary—he feels very very turned on.

He didn't realize that seeing a few drops of milk pearling on your nipples for the first time would punch him in the gut with arousal, but oh boy did it! He'd pulled you onto his lap immediately and asked if he could lick it off, and now here you are, grinding on his erection under his boxers while he attempts to suck you dry.

“Tastes so sweet,” he murmurs while he switches to the other breast, keeping a hand on the one he left behind, thumb tracing over the spit-slicked nipple while you sigh with pleasure.

His other hand is spread out over the firm curve of your large belly. That's probably why he's into your milk, he realizes—just like your belly, it's a tangible reminder that you're carrying his baby. He did this to you, you let him do this to you, because you love and trust him. You gave yourself to him. His mate.

OK, so maybe it is related to the alien breeding instinct at least a bit. A groan slips out around your nipple, his stomach somersaulting with desire. His hands drop off you to fumble at his boxers and your panties, needing to be inside you. But once he is, he's not frantic as he fucks you in his lap. He lets you set the pace, and you're too big and achy from your pregnancy to go fast and hard. You just rest your arms on his shoulders and gently rock on his cock. He doesn't mind one bit. It's enough to simply have your bodies connected.

He lazily sucks at your breasts the whole time you ride him. The milk is long gone by now, but he's already fantasizing about how wonderful it will feel after the baby is born and your breasts are all full, overflowing with more than enough for the baby so that he'll get a chance to drink from you too. He really hopes you let him. It may be a little embarrassing to ask, but it will be worth it to have your warm, sweet milk filling his mouth, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat, a part of you that he can consume and keep deep inside himself.

When your orgasm shudders through you, he finally pops his mouth off your chest and lifts you off him, pulling your t-shirt back down.

“I can keep going so you can come,” you protest, but you're panting just from the effort of that gentle ride.

He smiles, caressing your belly again. “I don't have to. I wanted you to. It was enough for me to suck on you. Thank you for letting me.”

Your mouth stretches into a grin. “I should've known you have a lactation kink, with all the milk you always drink.”

He laughs. “I don't think those things are related. I've never gotten hard drinking a glass of milk before.”

Your grin takes on a wicked gleam. “There's a first time for everything.”

boyfriend!nerdjo who’s not ashamed of letting anyone in a 5-mile radius know just how tight you have him wrapped around your finger. he’ll walk around wearing the dumbest, corniest matching couple shirts like it’s casual attire. strolling the mall hand in hand bearing a “i ❤︎ to finger paint” shirt while you wear the matching “i’m paint” pair. or his recent favorite, “i ❤︎ making ice cream” and “i’m ice” duo. 

“what? they’re cool, plus it’s not like it’s really a secret…”

boyfriend!nerdjo who buys a shit-ton of things any time you tell him a new hobby you acquired. baking? he’s got already got a mixer, pans, mitts, piping bags, cute little knickknacks, and anything else you may need. crocheting? already bought all types yarn in the colors he knows you like, and sent tutorials. not to mention constantly praising each milestone and creation. he’s your number one fan…even if you get bored and find new hobby a week later.

boyfriend!nerdjo who would let you do quite literally anything to him if asked. like the time he left the nail salon with you in matching hot pink toes and didn’t complain once. or when he let you spontaneously cut his hair for the first time because you ‘felt like it’, which he trusted no one to do. 

“uh, babe…are you sure you're doing it right?” 

boyfriend!nerdjo who could yap for hours about his pokémon binder collection to you, explaining each card type, rarity, and how he’s spent twice his tuition on it. (he usually leaves out that last bit…). 

boyfriend!nerdjo who brags about being way better than you in half the video games you play together–which he is. he’ll talk shit, gloat, and tick all the competitive boyfriend measures. yet you’ll always end up winning. to which he’ll lies and say he was ‘going easy on you’ or ‘wasn't using half his skills to spare you.’ 

boyfriend!nerdjo who loves cockwarming in bed while you play life simulator games together. he’ll watch you sit for hours and make you both in tomodachi life and sims in extreme detail. then do the most heinous things with your mii’s and sims. 

"hey, babe…what’s that weird purple heart option mean?"

𐙚 nerd!jo who’s always had a crush on you. Unfortunately, you were more interested in his twin brother Toru.

“Nngh- Y-You’re so warm..” Soft whines spilling out of pretty pink lips. “A-Am I doing good? Please t-tell me I’m doing goood- o-oh-!”

“You’re doing so- fuck- so good Satoru.”

“B-Better than —toru?”

𐙚 nerd!jo who bought you snacks and helped you study for the classes you shared together. You thought he was cute, but the complete opposite of his brother.

“He can’t satisfy you like I can. R-Right?” He snaps his hips forward so hard you let out a sob. Legs shaking while Satoru had them pressed against your chest.

𐙚 nerd!jo who blushed whenever your fingers brushed up against each other. He was always nervous when it came to you..always stuttering, always shy. Maybe that was why..why you chose Toru instead

“M’gonna cum again..fuck- are you ready to be filled? Hm? With my seed. Just mine, always mine.” Thrust Thrust Thrust. The smack of his hips sent you over the moon. A choked cry from you had him leaning down to kiss your forehead. “It’s okay, my star. You’re so pretty taking all of my dick.”

“S-Satoru- yes please. F-Fill me up pretty boy.” You whine. You stare up at his pretty blue eyes through the frames of his glasses. He looked so fucking good that you throbbed around him. His dick more wider while Toru’s was more lengthy. He still hit that spot inside of you. Biting down on his lip he looked back down at you. “Such a pretty star..”

𐙚 nerd!jo who shuddered at your moans that he heard from the next room over. With he and Toru being in the same fraternity, it was natural he saw you a lot. Not only saw you..but he heard you too. He touched himself so much- to your whimpers, the wet sound of your pussy taking Toru’s dick, everything about you-

𐙚 nerd!jo who was there for you when you decided to stop being in a situationship with Toru. He knew his brother was a whore and it wouldn’t last long, however you…you deserved better.

“He didnt deserve you. He can’t please this pussy like I can.” He pulls out to the tip, dick hard and angry as he slapped it against your sensitive clit. “Fffuck- m’so close Satoru!” You whine, legs shaking. “You’re so wet my star.” He groans, sensitive tip rubbing against your clit. Your hips jerk, gushing around nothing. His mouth falls open, his cum seeping from your wet hole as you squirted.

He flips your body over, adjusting your legs and putting a pillow beneath your stomach. “You feel that?” His warm muscular body hovering over your own, his breath fanning against the back of your neck. Soft pecks litter the skin, “How hard I am for you? You gonna take it like I know you can right my star?”

“Y-yes!” Your eyes shut tightly, feeling the thick head push between your folds once again, bullying your insides. “M-My glasses are fogging up-“ He whines.

𐙚 nerd!jo who was a virgin until you. The first time you ever tried to touch him, he came almost immediately. But he learned- he learned a lot about sex because he had to please you. Porn, research, reddit- he studied.

“Keep them on please..you’re doing so good Satoru.” You shudder into the pillow. “M’gonna cum- cumming fuck fuck fuck-“

His fingers reach under to rub against your clit. Your body flinching in pleasure, eyes shutting while you arched your back some more. “My good girl, you’re doing so good for me my star. P-Please cum around my dick.. I wanna know how good I make this pussy feel.”

𐙚 nerd!jo who fucks you through your orgasm. He chased your high so much, for so long, cumming inside of you so much that your pussy was swollen and dripping with his seed.

His other hand comes to very gently but firmly squeeze around your throat, pulling you closer to his body. Slam Slam Slam. The sound of the mess between your legs so nasty that you couldn’t moan out anything but Satoru.

𐙚 nerd!jo who forgot he had texted Toru that evening to return the charger he was using temporarily to charge his phone.

𐙚 frat!jo who stood outside of Satoru’s door, your moans all too familiar.

needy choso who just can’t get enough of you after you came back from a trip

warning: nsfw, minors dni

The apartment felt too large, the silence too heavy. For Choso, time without you wasn’t just boring; it was an ache. Being a being built from blood meant he felt every pulse of your absence like a physical withdrawal.

When the door finally clicked open, he was already there. He didn’t wait for you to drop your bags or kick off your shoes.

"You're back," he murmured, his voice sounding like it had been scraped raw by the days of silence.

Before you could even get a greeting out, he had his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing against your skin as if he were trying to memorize your scent all over again.

"Choso, I was only gone for four days," you teased, though your hands immediately found their way into the soft, messy dark hair at the nape of his neck.

"Four days is a long time to be without my heart," he rumbled against your skin.

He didn't pull away. Instead, his grip tightened, his large hands sliding down your back to press you even closer, molding your body to the hard planes of his. There was a desperate, heavy heat radiating off him. Choso wasn't a man of many words, but the way he touched you? a mix of reverence and a terrifying hunger spoke volumes.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. His eyes, usually so somber, were dark and unfocused, fixed entirely on you.

"I didn't sleep," he confessed, his thumb dipping slightly to tug at your lip, revealing the pink of the inside. "Every time I closed my eyes, I realized the bed was cold. I realized you weren't sleeping next to me."

The tension in the hallway was thick, static-heavy. You could feel the slight tremble in his fingers, the raw need he had been suppressing while you were away. When you leaned up to kiss the bridge of his nose right over that dark horizontal mark he let out a low, shaky breath that vibrated through your entire frame.

"I missed you too," you whispered.

That was all the permission he needed. His hand slid from your waist to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your face up. He didn't kiss you softly. It was a deep, demanding claim, his tongue tracing your lips until you opened for him. It tasted of longing and a slow-burning heat that made your knees go weak.

He backed you up against the closed door, his body pinning you there. One of his hands moved to your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist to bring you even tighter against him. The friction of his heavy trousers against your skin, the weight of his body, and the way he groaned into the kiss made the world outside your apartment vanish.

"Don't go away again," he muttered against your mouth, his lips swollen and red. "I don't like who I am when you aren't here."

He scooped you up, your legs locking around his hips as he carried you toward the bedroom, his kisses never stopping, marking every inch of your jaw and throat. The trip was a distant memory; the only thing that mattered now was the way Choso was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that could make him feel sane right now.

Choso didn't carry you to the bed so much as he pressed you into it, his weight a grounding, heavy heat that finally stilled the restless ache in his chest. He came down over you, his large frames caging you in, his eyes dark with a hunger that had been simmering for every hour you were gone.

"Choso," you breathed, your hands sliding up his chest to the collar of his shirt. "You’re being… intense."

"I have too much blood in me," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, jagged register. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the pulse point at your neck. "When you're away, it feels stagnant. Heavy. I need to feel you to make it move again."

He didn't waste time. His hands, usually so careful, were urgent as they slid the fabric of your clothes away. He moved with a focused, quiet desperation, his mouth marking a trail of heat from your collarbone to the swell of your breast. Every time he made contact, he let out a low, vibrating hum a sound of pure relief.

When his skin finally met yours, the friction was electric. Choso was built of broader lines and harder angles, and the way he molded himself to you felt like a physical restoration. He shifted, his thigh sliding between yours, the pressure deliberate and slow. He watched your face, his dark eyes tracking every hitch in your breath, every flush that crept up your chest.

"You like this?" he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip while his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat.

"Yes," you gasped, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back.

He moved against you then, a slow, rhythmic grind that forced a sharp moan from your lips. He wasn't rushing. He wanted to feel every vibration of your reaction, to soak in the way your body arched toward his. The air in the room was thick, humid with the scent of sandalwood and the rising heat of two people making up for lost time.

His kisses became deeper, wetter, his tongue tasting you with a possessive rhythm that matched the movement of his hips. He was worshipful but demanding, his hands roaming over your skin as if he were trying to claim every inch of you before the sun came up.

"Stay like this," he whispered against your mouth, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Just let me feel you. Only you." He shifted and settled between your thighs, the sheer weight of him was a sensory overload. He was burning up, his skin flushed a deep, feverish red that matched the dark intensity in his eyes. He didn't just want to be near you; he wanted to be part of you, to erase every millimeter of distance that those four days had created.

His hands slid under your hips, lifting you to meet him as he moved with a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction. Every time his skin dragged against yours, a low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. He was watching you like truly watching you; his gaze never leaving your face as your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the sheets.

"Open your eyes," he commanded softly, his voice a jagged rasp. "I want to see you when I do this."

When you looked up at him, his expression was a mix of raw devotion and unbridled hunger. He reached down, his fingers tangling with yours and pinning your hands to the pillow on either side of your head. It was a position of total surrender, and the heat in the room seemed to spike as he leaned down to catch your moans with his mouth.

The rhythm he fell into was punishingly slow at first, a rhythmic, heavy press that made your toes curl and your breath hitch in broken gasps. He was savoring the way you came undone beneath him, the way your inner muscles tightened around him in a desperate plea for more.

"You're so warm," he groaned into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that was just short of painful. "I've been thinking about this since the second you walked out that door."

As the pace quickened, the sound of skin hitting skin and the ragged, shallow breaths filled the silence of the room. Choso’s composure was completely gone, replaced by a frantic, driving need. He let go of your hands to grip the headboard, his arms straining with the effort of holding himself over you as he drove home, each movement deeper and more desperate than the last.

The build-up was a tidal wave, a pressure in your chest that finally snapped, sending waves of heat through your entire body. Choso felt it he way you tensed, the way your name fell from your lips like a prayer and it pushed him over the edge. He buried his face in your shoulder, his body shuddering with a violent, final release that left both of you tangled and breathless in the dark.

For a long time, he didn't move, just stayed buried deep inside you, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, finally satisfied now that he had you exactly where he needed you.

CW !! - perv!toji, he’s also your knight TEEHEE, some parts of this arent accurate so i both apologize and don’t really care, suggestiveness, age gap (around 10 years), royal au ofc, perving calls for panties!!!, masturbation, panty stealing, sniffing, (implied) jerking, you name it, somnophilia kinda?, f!receiving oral, lowkey a pos but wtv, sexting but with letters, nsfw

TAGLIST 🏷️ - @prome911 @sirensorestic @rmmazz

A/N !! - for my big cuzzo lia bia (i lob u)

PERV!TOJI who’s worked under your family’s rule longer than you’ve been alive, but wasn’t aware of your existence until last year when your parents went all out for your debutante, and there you were, dressed to the nines in a beautiful creamy white dress, diamonds and jewels plucked from the deepest parts of the ground and pearls that have been shined beyond description. It was then where he popped one and could slowly feel himself leaking a similar color to that of your pearls.

PERV!TOJI who, since then, took a rather concerning liking to you. suddenly at your every blind spot and in your shadow like there was nowhere else he had to be.

“shouldn’t you be manning the training grounds?” you asked with a small glare in your eyes.

“not today, princess.” he’d lie, and it was then a young knight turned the corner, fear and desperation on his face.

“fushiguro…” he’d huff, taking a minute to catch his breath. “the captain’s looking for you!”

PERV!TOJI who finds every excuse in the kingdom to be by your side, even when he doesn’t have permission to. but when he does… you’re in for it, because he’s constantly breathing down your neck with how close he gets—never backing down when you push and swat at him like a flea, which inherently only turns him on more.

Tags: cursing, needy Toji, I lowkey wrote this at work during my 15 min break

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“Come onnnn, just sit on my face” Toji whined from across the couch, desperate for you.

“No, ‘Ji, let me live in peace.” Shooting him daggers, you turned back to your phone and curled up on the other end of the couch more.

mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

you had been on many dates, some were great, some not so much, but one thing stayed the same: they left the second you mentioned your daughter. you knew it was coming, so it never surprised you.

what did surprise you was going on a date with a man who seemed a little stoic, but had the biggest heart known to man.

your friends set you up with toji after they saw how broken you looked. you just wanted to give your daughter a dad and no man wanted to be a part of it.

toji didn't seem to care about the fact you had a daughter, and even started asking questions about her. 

the next date he brought her the muffins you told him she liked. the date after that he brought her a sticker set. and the date after that he brought her a barbie.

you were taken aback by all the gifts, trying and failing not to get your hopes up. toji was by far the best man who had ever met. his manners and caring nature really made you feel comfortable.

now, you were sitting on the couch watching your daughter play with his hair. she put bows and more bows in his hair, laughing at him when he'd give her a pout.

toji didn't really mind though. especially, when he got to hear her giggling. she laughed just like you and he found himself completely enamored by both of you.

your daughter stood right in front of him, placing one last big bow right in the front of his head. she laughed, throwing her head back as he pulled her into his arms.

toji started to tickle your daughter. her laughter filled the walls with joy as he continued to attack her. she was running out of breath after all that laughing, so you had her drink some water.

after finishing her sip, she turned to toji and smiled. "now make up!" toji's eyes met yours with a panicked look, but there was no stopping the little girl now.

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you were laying in bed, wrapped in fluffy blankets and waiting for toji to come to bed with you.

he popped his head out of the master bathroom, giving you a sweet smile. he had a towel around his neck, only wearing his boxers. he set the towel on the counter in the restroom before walking over to you.

he immediately laid himself on top of you and started play fighting with you. he grabbed your wrists and held you down, counting from ten to one like they do in wrestling. he let your wrists go once he got to one, cupping your cheeks instead.

he pressed a big kiss on your lips. you could feel him smile, but thats not all you felt.

you felt something scratch your chin.

you pulled away from him, looking at his cheeks with shock.

toji had stubble.

he never let his stubble grow out for some reason. you never knew why, but you had never seen it.

you looked at him with shock.

"what?" he asked with confusion.

you cupped his cheeks, staring at the stubble as if it was some kind of phenomenon.

it kind of was.

you brushed your thumb over the prickly hair, staring at the handsome man hovering over you.

toji realized what you were looking at and pulled away from your touch. he reached his hand up to touch the prickle of his cheeks.

"oh, i haven't shaved yet, been feeling lazy. i shave it tomo-"

"don't shave it!" you cut him off immediately. you shook your head and cupped his cheeks again.

"don't shave it." you repeated again.

"why?" he asked, touching the hairs on his cheek. he never expected you to react like this over something so small like stubble.

"just don't. if you do, im never kissing you again."

toji nearly gasped. he squeezed your cheeks together and leaned in close. "you wouldn't."

you tried to smile but he was squeezing your cheeks too hard. you just hummed and pulled him in for another kiss.

he tilted his head just enough so his chin could rub against yours, making you squeal when the stubble scratched your chin. he laughed against your mouth, not believing you could get so flustered over prickles of hair.

You were still half asleep, cheek mushed against Enjin’s pec when his hand closed around the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over the delicate skin, waiting a moment.

"Wake up baby, time for your breakfast drink."

His rough morning voice had your thighs rubbing together. Opening one eye you could spot the tent in the thin blanket. Mmm. He was already so hard for you.

Gently he pushed your head towards his crotch while pulling the blanket away.

“C’mon doll, open up.”

You didn’t resist as he guided your face down. The room still smelled like sweat and sex from the night before where he had ridden your pussy hard. Your sore middle and sticky thighs were the proof.

But Enjin could never get enough. He was already leaking at the tip as you closed your lips around it and sucked softly.

“Thaaaats it, baby. Take it.”

He pushes forward. Not deepthroatening yet as he rests heavily on your tongue. Your mouth waters from the soft taste of musk while his long fingers run through your hair.

"Good girl."

Your tongue works his veiny shaft as he starts to move. Shallow thrusts to let you adjust, breathe through your nose. But Enjin was always weak when it came to blowjobs.

His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked your mouth deeper, messier. You met his thrusts, gagging, spit spilled down your chin. Your nose brushed his soft golden pubic hair.

"That's it, baby. Oh fuuuuck."

You felt him swell against your tongue, his veins pulsing with need. He was close. His hips started to buck involuntarily as he pulled your mouth completely down over him.

It was a lot. It was always a fucking lot.

Hot and thick cum flooded your mouth, spilled into your throat. You swallowed, gulped down as much as possible. But there was simple too much. Some spilled down your cheek, your chin as he emptied himself into your mouth.

“Fuck baby. So good for me,” Enjin drawled.

Pulling out slowly he turned your face around so he could look at you. Your watery eyes and the cum painting your pretty face. He smiled lazily as tattooed fingers collected the stray spend and he pushed it back between your lips.

“Don’t waste any.”

after dark | pervy roommate!choso x f!reader | 1.3k | 18+ mdni

content warnings. dead dove: do not eat, non-con voyeurism, obsessive behavior, choso masturbates next to sleeping r, r uses she/her pronouns, secret photography, choso has a dick piercing, somnophilic fantasies

note: this fic contains dark themes so please check out the cw before reading! art by tokuseku

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you were standing in front of the open fridge in that tiny black pleated skirt—the one that always made choso’s brain short-circuit the second you put it on.

every time you moved, the hem teased higher up your thighs, threatening to reveal the soft underside of your ass. he tried not to look. he really, really did. but when you bent over to grab him another beer, reaching all the way to the bottom shelf, the skirt rode up shamelessly high. the black lace panties underneath were stretched tight across the perfect curve of your ass, the thin fabric practically see-through under the kitchen light. he could see the faint outline of your pussy lips through the delicate material, the way the lace clung to every soft fold.

"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"

"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.

Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.

"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"

"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."

again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.

and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.

oh, this little shit.

When the bedroom door opened, you looked up from your phone, smiling. “Hey, babe.” Your smile had faded after seeing red eyes gleaming and his bottom lip quivering.

You got up and met him halfway, finding his cold hands from the bitter Tokyo weather, to warm them up. “Hey, what happened?” You whispered. He just shook his head, staring down at his shirt that fit you perfectly. You didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry any more.

He wouldn’t speak. Your hands left his own to rub his shoulders and then to cradle his face. He leaned in, sighing at your warmth. His cheek was damp, mixed with the spring rain outside and his tears he had wiped off.

He needed more of you as he leaned into your shoulder, sending the both of you stumbling backwards before fully collapsing onto the bed, and his tiny sniffles turned into weeps. He didn’t cry loudly.

But his cries were heartbreaking nevertheless. His spiky hair, slightly damp, tickled your cheek while his body moulded into you. You weren’t paying attention to how cold he was, but just warming him up. You held him as he cried, scratching his scalp and rubbing slow continuous circles on his back, trying to take his uniform off for comfort.

He gripped your shoulders weakly, his hands shaking, like he was scared to lose you. “I’m sorry.” He gasped out, slightly hiccuping. “For what?” “You have missions tomorrow.. you should really get some rest.” He responded.

“You do too, Cho...” You murmured. “Besides, you shouldn’t feel sorry for having a hard day. That’s what this is, right?” He nodded into your neck, his hum wavering.

“I’m here. I’m always here.” You whispered repeating it into his ears to lull him. His cries quietened into whimpers and sniffles before almost silent.

You kissed his hair. “Go and shower, I’ll have clothes and food out for you.” But you didn’t hear a response, except. Slow and heavy breathing as Choso’s body relaxed.

“Asleep?” You asked, before chuckling, holding him there and pressed one more kiss on his temple. “Sleep well, tomorrow will be better. I promise.”

A little short blurbs plz be patient with me, I am working on requests. Please consider giving my works some love! ILY all!

choso does the unthinkable. he brings you on stage at one particular sold out concert. you didn't know he was gonna do that. the crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering. you see some fans give you stink faces but you just smirk at them.

choso is a part of one of the biggests bands. he is super famous, more famous than you could've ever predicted. fans go crazy over him, selling out his shows in seconds. you're proud of him.

what people don't know is their favorite singer shoots sex videos with his lovely girlfriend.

he's pretty famous on those sites too. many people subscribe to watch both of you pleasure each other. he makes so much money just from shooting with you, and no one even knows its him.

after the concert, he takes you to his hotel room. he doesn't even sit for a minute and rest. he sets his phone up, making sure the camera doesn't catch your faces, and pushes you against the wall.

the camera starts recording as his hands trail over your body.

"all for me, ay?" he says deeply, nipping your ears and squeezing the plush of your ass. you arch your back, pressing into him. you can feel his bulge press against you and you smile.

"this for me too?" you give him a seductive smile, hand trailing down to squeeze the bulge gently. he huffs, stuffing his face into your neck.

he rubs against your hand, whining at the feeling. you kiss his cheek and peel him off of you.

he catches your lips, tongue diving in your mouth in record time. choso hates wasting time. he licks your mouth all over, moaning at the taste while you try to keep up.

he pushes your dress up, hands squeezing your thighs before yanking your panties down agressively. he knows what the viewers like.

his hands run all over your hips as he kisses you like you're the air he needs to breathe. he squeezes your ass in his hands and rubs his bulge over your bare cunt.

"fuck." he whispers into your mouth. pre cum soaks his boxers while your slick soaks his pants. he loves the feeling.

he pulls your dress off all the way and smiles at the sight. no bra, just how he likes it. he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it, making you gasp sharply.

he smiles, pulling away and unbuttoning his pants. you pant softly, waiting for him.

when he pulls his boxers down, his cock springs out. you have to hold from laughing. he was always so cute. his cheeks flush, no matter how confident he may seem, he always got shy when it came to this.

he glances at you with a shy smile.

"want my cock bad, baby, huh?" he says with a raspy voice, though his expression on his face is innocent. the viewers can't see his face, they can't see the cute blush on his cheeks and the sweet smile on his lips.

filming with choso was always like this. he always has the cutest expressions while saying dirty things.

you pull him close by his waist and kiss him, rubbing your hips on his. he pumps his cock once, moaning, then again.

"do i need to prepare you?" he whispers, asking genuinely. you shake your head. "im good."

he smiles sweetly, pecking your lips.

"gonna fuck you so good." he says raspy again. you try not to giggle at the acting, but it is kind of funny.

he picks you up by the thighs and pushes you against the wall. he lines his cock up to your hole and slowly pushes in. the burn is yummy, as he fills you up.

"ughh!" you moan loudly. you hold onto his shoulders as he finally sinks all the way in. the feeling is familiar but it still feels very good. choso takes a moment to let you adjust before slowly rocking his hips.

"fuck, baby, you're so warm—mm." he mumbles out as he takes you. you arch your back against the wall as he starts to thrust a little harder.

"shit squeezing so tight!" he whimpers, fucking your pussy harshly. you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders, leaving small crescents on his skin.

"so—full, ngh!" you cry out. choso picks up the pace, hitting right up against your sweet spot. you whine loudly as he bullies the spot. his tips pounds over and over again till you feel your stomach tighten.

your pussy starts to clench tightly and choso starts to thrust sloppily.

"fuck—so tight! squeezing me so—shit—tight." he whines into your shoulder.

you can't hold on much longer, letting go and cumming on his cock. choso moans at the feeling of you clenching down on him. he nearly cries out from the pressure.

you feel him finish inside, rocking his cock in and out slowly. he pulls out and carries you to the bed. he kisses your shoulder before walking to his phone and turning the video off.

he'll edit and post it later, for now, he wants to be with you.

You knew Sukuna worked too much. You’d known that before you ever started whatever this was with him. You knew that every extra shift, every call‑in, every overtime hour usually meant the difference between him scraping by and actually having enough money left at the end of the week to breathe. You knew that. It didn’t mean you had to like it.

The afternoon had started suspiciously well, which should’ve been your first warning. You and Sukuna had been sitting on a bench outside a convenience store, sharing a carton of fries you’d bought after wandering aimlessly around the city for nearly two hours. Not a date… definitely not a date. Just the two of you hanging out. Alone. On a Saturday. After he’d specifically cleared his afternoon. Totally not a date.