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Content: Loser!Choso x Reader, fluff, both of them are loser virgins, smut, dryhumping

pt. 1

Baggy jeans, a wrinkled white button-up he stole from Yuji, a bouquet of flowers in his sweaty left hand, and a gift bag in his right. Waiting for you at the train station, Choso’s face is bright red, nervously looking down at his phone.

'Beautiful <3' (one message) ~ “One more stop!”

He smiles at his phone like an idiot and likes your message. 2 years of speaking to eachother over the phone. 7 months of virtual hugs, limited flirting, and pathetic phone sex. He finally gets to see you in person. While making plans to finally meet, you realize that you are located relatively close. Only a 40-minute train ride away. As your train approaches, his body gets hot and his heart beats so fast he thinks he might pass out.

The train stops.

Door opens.

And there you are.

His beautiful girl that he loves so much, right there. Your pretty eyes are looking at him like a deer in headlights. You walk up to him slowly as if you’re not sure he's real. He was too nervous to say a word, he held the flower and gift bags in front of you and was unable to look at your face any longer.

"Choso, look at me." You say nervously.

He lowers the flowers and the gift to be greeted by your beautiful face. He looks at you straight in the eyes.

“Hi.” he says shakily

“Hi” you smile.

He drops the gifts and roses onto the nasty train platform without a care in the world and brings you into his embrace. He carefully cradles your head close to his chest as he pets your hair. He sniffles, you realize he's crying. "I've been waiting so long" *sniffle* "You're so perfect, oh my god." You can't help but laugh against his chest at his words. "I'm happy to see you, too, Choso." You reach up on your tippy toes to reach his pimply face. He's even taller than he expected, his body long, but you can tell that he's been working out recently (he wanted to be in good shape for his girl, awe.) You pepper kisses along the tears running down his face

"This is so~ ngh fuck~ not romantic. I'm sho sho sorry." Choso pants out in heavy breaths.

After an innocent lunch of normal chats and flirtatious gestures, neither of you could contain the very human instinct almost everyone feels with their partner. Not even making it to his apartment before you ask Choso to park in a deserted parking lot of some old factory building. It's his fault tho :( He should've known that placing his hand a little too high on your thigh while driving with one hand on the wheel would've made you painfully wet.

You're in the backseat of his car, desperately grinding down on him fully clothed, like the pathetic virgins y'all are. His hands grip your hips tightly, frantically guiding your movements. "It's okay. We don't have to go all the way, this time." You say in between grunts. You've been oddly silent through the whole ordeal, while Choso is a moaning, whimpering mess. Frustrated from the restricted amount of friction due to your pants and the slightly painful zipper of Choso's jeans. Choso's noticed your discomfort. "Baby," he whines, pulling on the waistband of your bottoms. "I already told you to take these off. I promise you'll feel a lot better." Choso's bold making promises, being that the only prior knowledge he has on women's bodies is from Twitter porn, brief things you've told him, and Sukuna giving him unsolicited details about 'how to make ladies go crazy'. But Choso is right, you know that you'd enjoy yourself more if you just went bottomless. You trust Choso, but that doesn't stop you from being embarrassed. "Would you take yours off too... please." You asked shyly. His heart flutters at your soft-spoken request. He presses his lips onto yours before responding. "Yeah, yeah, of course."

His jeans are scrunched down to his ankles, leaving him in his white buttoned shirt and gray boxers that had a wet splotch where his tip is. while your bottoms are discarded somewhere on the floor of the car. You're wearing dark purple lace panties, Choso's favorite color. "Are you wearing these for me, pretty?" He asks as he plays with the lace of the underwear. You nod, looking down at his long fingers that are so close to your core. He catches you staring and chuckles. "Pfft, and I'm the pervert?" You slap his chest in embarrassment. He giggles as he holds your hips, lining you up to his bulge. He grinds you down on his clothed cock, causing you to finally let out a moan. He instantly starts gaining rhythm, wanting to hear more of your pretty noises. "There you gooo, you feeling good?" He teases. You whine and bury your face in his shoulder; that's all the confirmation he needed. He litters sweet kisses along your neck.

One of His lengthy hands reaches underneath your shirt. He moans at the mere feeling of touching your breasts. God, he's such a loser. "Choso, why are your hands so fucking cold!?" You yelp out. "Hm?" Is all he says in response before rolling your nipple between his cold fingers. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle the moans and strings of curses leaving your lips. He feels your wetness seeping through his boxers, causing him to shudder. "Fuck~ you gon' cum for me?" He moans out, barely being able to keep himself stable. "I don't~ mmmph fuck~ know," you sob out incoherently. "You don't know?" He says teasingly, laughing at how stupid you've become only from just some grinding (him too tbh). He guides your hips faster and starts flicking your nipple. Moans start flowing out of you as your body stiffens. "It sure looks like my baby is about to cum." He coos.

"Choo, Choso~ I'm so~ fuck~~ Choso~" You let out a warning, moaning out his name over and over before you release. He keeps grinding your hips before your orgasm is completely finished. Your body rising and lowering with every pant and tiny twitch. His hand rubs your back soothingly. You lift your head off his now slobber-coated shoulder. Even though you probably look disgusting, you've never seen him look at you with so much love in his eyes. "Enjoyed yourself?" He asks, wiping the slobber from your face. "Mhm!" You nod enthusiastically, causing him to smile.

You look down at the soaking mess beneath you. You furrow your brows in confusion; there's too much 'fluid' for it just to come from you. "I came when I touched your boob." He says, noticing your confusion. You look at him in astonishment. "You are a pervert!" You say flustered. He grabs your chin, pulling your face close to his. "Yeah, you keep saying that." Before pulling you into a kiss.

pt.2!

Choso is your stereotypical loser. Not the hot, chiseled guy with glasses whose “niche” interests are Radiohead or something basic. Choso is a fucking loser. He's the type of guy who runs Discord servers, falls for rage bait on Reddit, and whose Twitter bookmarks are full of porn.

By some grand miracle, he was able to bag a girlfriend. An online girlfriend that is. The two of you met when you joined the same Discord server. He was already a regular in the server when you first joined, while you were too scared to even say 'hi' in #main. You joined an active voice call, hoping that would force you out of your bubble. That's when you saw him. His hair was untaimed, his eye bags were dark and heavy as if he had been up for hours, acne and acne scars littered his face. He was the only one with his camera on. His anime t-shirt engulfed his frame; he looked thin, but you were almost positive he was hiding muscles. He squints his eyes, looking at his computer. He slowly says your username, trying his absolute best to pronounce it right. "Hey, how's it going? You're new to the server?" Hearing his voice made your heart beat rapidly. You needed this man so diabolically bad. But you're still you, so you get nervous and leave the call instantly. After beating yourself up, you decide to DM him. The worst thing he can say is no. You hold your breath and send the message, walking away from your device as soon as you did, unable to sit with your anticipation.

sent ~ “ur cute (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)”

Since then, the two of you became close, and eventually started dating, edating that is. It’s been 2 years since being friends and 7 months since dating. Choso has yet to see your face, but that doesn’t bother him though. You could be a greasy, ugly, middle-aged man, and he’d still want to be your boyfriend. No one has ever spoken to him or cared about him the way you do. He loves you. If you never wanted to show him what you look like, he’d marry the computer if he had to.

One day, the two of you were on call, per usual. His camera is on, busy playing some game on his Nintendo. “Choso?” You say nervously. He looks up into the camera of his computer monitor. “We’ve been dating for a while,” He looks confused, afraid you're breaking up with him. “We have… I’d like to keep it that way.” He says skeptically. “Right, doesn’t it bother you that you don’t know what I look like?” He cocks a brow, still skeptical of the sudden change in tone. “I mean, not really, if it’s what makes you comfortable, I don’t mind. You like me, so that’s all that matters.”You thought his answer was so cute. Kicking your feet and trying to hold in a squeal.

“Would you like to see what I look like…” You ask carefully. “If you get comfortable enough to do so, of course.” He returns to his game. Figuring this is one of your “would you love me if I turned into a worm” type of scenarios. “Choso.” You call him directly. “Yes, honey?”

“Would you like me to reveal what I look like right now?”

His eyes widen, and he starts choking on air. “Now? Like right now?” “mhm.” “Like now now?” “Like I’ll turn my camera on now.”

He clears his throat. He tries to not let his excitement show, but his face blushes red. "Only if you're comfortable." He says, looking into his computer monitor seriously. "I swear I am. Just promise you won't leave me after." He laughs at your words, as if he would ever. "I promise, sweets. I have no right to be picky." You take a deep breath and click your camera button.

"holy shit."

Your beautiful. Like absolutely beautiful. He didnt believe this was real. He pinched his arm to check that he wasnt dreaming.

"You're joking." That's all he's able to mindlessly blabber out. Your eyes widen in shock. Was he disappointed? "I'm sorry? If I'm not your type, I understand," He shakes his head rapidly. You got it all wrong. He isn't disappointed, he's astonished. How can someone this beautiful even exist, let alone date him? "You're really pretty." He sounds like an idiot, his brain not working properly. "Are you pranking me?" He asks. You furrow your brows. "No! Why would I do that?" He stupidly smiles at you, glad to see the emotions he could only hear. "Because you're beyond beautiful, absolutely perfect. You're funny, kind, intriguing, and now beautiful? It's too good to be true."

You cover your face, shy at his words. "Hey, uncover that pretty face. Don't hide it from me again." You squeal into your hand. "Shut up." Your words muffled. "Cmon, beautiful. I miss that face already." You knew he would only stop teasing you when you uncovered your face. You rip your hands away from your face, giving an annoyed glare straight into the camera. "Perfect." You smile widely. You may not understand what he see's but you're grateful that he likes what he sees. "I was worried you wouldn't find me attractive..." You say lowly, but Choso only chuckles in astonishment. "There's no one on this planet who wouldn't find you attractive. You really didn't have to worry about anything."

“Well, I find you really cute too…” You say, looking away from your camera, your face feeling hot from embarrassment. His face goes bright red. He might be your boyfriend, but at the end of the day, he’s still a degenerate young man who has barely interacted with a woman before you. The prettiest woman he’s ever seen is calling him cute? Oh, he’s going crazy. He moves his computer camera upwards so only his upper body is visible. Making sure is rock hard bulge isn’t visible.

“You’re gross.” You give him a fake side eye. “We were having a cute moment.” His face gets even redder. “You can’t blame me?!” He says defensively, “I just found out I’m dating the prettiest girl in the world, so excuse me for my body reacting naturally.” He puts a hand on his chest as if he were genuinely offended. “Flirting doesn’t make you any less of a pervert.” He rolls his eyes playfully, “Only for you.”

“So Cho, when would you want to meet up?”

He chokes on his saliva in shock. His entire body felt like it was on fire. He looks at his computer to be greeted with your cute face. He felt a familiar throbbing in his pants, but one different than before. He looks down at his pants, and his eyes widen. “Shit. Um, yeah, we can meet, I’m soon.” He says in a panic. “Hm? Everything okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned. “Yeah, I just- fuck- spilt water.” You start laughing hysterically, “There’s no way you just came-“ He cuts you off before you can say the embarrassing truth. “Shut up, please. I’ll talk to you later, ok? We can meet soon, I promise.”

It was cute even in the current situation. Your relationship may not be perfect by normal standards, but it was perfect for the two of you.

not proofread :/

my summer assignment is due tmrw but this is more important ig...

sum. how they sleep basically !

kaveh, denji, ran & megumi

throws on leg over you and wraps an arm on top of you. you're not going ANYWHERE once he has you trapped & wrapped.

sometimes his hand finds itself on your face and you wake up in a panic bc you couldn't breathe but turns out it was just your loving boyfriend suffocating the fuck out of you (lovingly)

likes to play it cool and all dominant talking about being the "big spoon" but ends up face nuzzled in your chest with a smile on his face

scaramouche, aki & rindou

doesn't really fall asleep hugging you but finds himself unconciously dragging you on top of him as if you're a teddy bear.

wakes up confused and is seconds away from pushing whatever is on him but realizes that it's you.

he wakes up randomly in the middle of the night and if you're not on him, he rolls over and pulls you in his arms.

childe, yoshida, sanzu & yuuji

oh you are 100% NOT going anywhere. you can't even turn.

yeah this man sleeps like he's on a MISSION to protect you. what is he dreaming about for him to squeeze you like you're a sponge??

whenever you complain to him he's all like "okay i'm sorry babe. it won't happen again." and then the next night he does the same thing.

acts as if you found another man and left him as a single father when you won't snuggle into his arms.

"what do you mean you're not gonna sleep in my embrace tonight?"

he's so buff and strong that he's able to pick you up with one arm and just throw you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing at all to him. and he probably does it often if you're out and about for hours and he desperately wants to go home, he just wraps an arm under your ass and hoists you over his shoulder and heads straight home, grumbling about how he's been on his feet for too long and how he needs his sleep. you're baffled every time, protests stuck in your throat as you have no choice but to hold onto him tightly as he walks the two of you back home. it's a little sweet?... and very hot.

you really really like it when he just grabs you and positions you every which way he likes. if you're sitting down on the couch and taking up half of it because you're strewn across it, he will simply reach down and pick you before discarding you on his lap so he can watch a rerun of his favourite anime. if you happen to be in his way in the kitchen where he's cooking dinner, he throws his arms around your waist and sits you on the counter so you don't make a mess for poor old gin who's trying to feed everyone and he makes sure you sit pretty on the side for him and supply him with kisses whenever he's waiting for something to finish cooking or simmering.

and you love it when he folds you in half when he's fucking into you. gintoki loves alternativing between rough and quick thrusts, to slow and gentle rocking. he enjoys the way your face screws up and your mouth drops open, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you have to get used to one pace he sets when all of a sudden he switches it up on you and you've got no choice but to mewl and beg him to keep going. he's such a bitch as well, he loves it when you're begging and pleading with him and you swear there's a gleam in his eyes when he's being sadistic and it makes you insane. he loves grabbing your knees and pushing them so hard against your torso that they're forced to knock into your tits every time he pushes into you, the sheer intensity of it all and how you're so pliable in his hands almost has you cumming when he switches it up completely and makes you ride him. he knows you're tired, he's had you spread for hours and your legs are basically screaming at you to give up but he doesn't care, he wants to see you work for your climax so he's lifting you up and sitting you on his dick and waiting for you to rock against him otherwise you're not getting that orgasm you so desperately desire because he can in fact do this all day. and the thing is, you do start riding him, you don't have it in you to play his games when he's like this so with your hands on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, you try to get yourself off despite the glaring ache in your thighs. you whine and moan over him and he just watches with a satisfied and cruel expression that has you gushing around him, coating him with even more of your juices because you can't help but find your man to be so sexy when he's being a jerk. at some point when you're pathetically whimpering into his throat, leaving bite marks which you know he would never bother covering, he places his large hands over your ass and lifts you just a bit, assisting you a little as he goads you on with his filthy mouth. when he finally decides you've debased yourself enough for him, he rests you on your back and begins his incessant hammering that's coaxing both of your orgasms out of you at such a quick rate, all you can do is wrap your arms and legs around him and take it like the slut that you are for your gintoki...

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jjk roommates au

inc. f!reader (slight x) satoru gojo. w/ suguru geto, shoko ieri

(extras at the end :P)

living with shoko, satoru and suguru was probably the most overstimulating decision you ever made

mornings with them consists of suguru waking up at 8 am every day without fail and does so loudly. immediately switching on the coffee maker that you swear rattles the whole damn apartment

satoru is then the next to get up and is even more annoying about it, barging into your bed room just to poke and prod at your sleeping before “laying” (he jumped) on top of you with his full weight

which very much gets you awake and out of bed, rubbing the satoru-finger-shaped indent blooming already on your cheek

shoko usually wakes up later than the rest of you but if she smells breakfast she’s at the table like she was never absent 

you all eat together at the dining table either talking about the most stupidest shit or about work/school

when you all get back home from whatever you were all doing during the day you splay yourself over the couch before suguru nudges you with his foot signalling you to scooch up and as you do satoru hops in beside you both, pressing his thigh against yours with a wink before shoko trudges in and plops herself on the couch

arguing about what to watch is a daily occurrence in the house

suguru always wanting to watch a niche black and white french film which literally everyone else votes against

satoru always wants to watch a unfunny comedy or action film

shoko usually opting for a good sit com but she’s not picky she just wants the two men to shut up

and you just want to relax and watch literally anything at this point

when you do all decide on some shitty chick flick you’re all about 10 minutes into the film before satoru gets restless and hangry (as per usual)

he gets up from the couch to grab snacks and tosses them on the coffee table

you reach for a sweet candy before he rudely slaps your hand away with a small snarl

you grimace at him and hit him with a shove against the shoulder quickly distracting him to then snatch the bag of candy and run off to your room

satoru sprints behind you yelling about thievery, suguru sighing loudly and a muttered “fucking grown woman and man” earning a snort from shoko who eyes up the now abandoned candy 

she gives suguru a look before they both race to eat what they can before satoru finally comes back

satoru eventually catches up to you and throws you over his shoulder with a playful seat to the ass (you smack him on the head which makes him yell out) and dropping you down onto the couch. he sighs about all that work making him super hungry now

only to notice literally all the snacks he brought down are gone

his eye twitches as he slowly turns to shoko and suguru sitting on the couch, suguru whistling looking anywhere but at satoru and shoko who’s now found her phone very interesting with chocolate all over her face

he rolls his eyes and sits down with a huff and a mumble under his breathe about them being “fucking animals”

he then pouts throughout the rest of the movie before suguru feels bad and decides to order food 

the rest of you order a normal amount of food for a person but satoru being the satoru orders for a fucking pregnant woman 

suguru reminds himself to not check his banking app for a while unless he genuinely wants to cry

after the food comes and you all eat together suguru decided to head off to bed first, always so responsible.

satoru, shoko and you usually decide to stay up a little longer. sitting on the couch on your phones talking occasionally or showing a funny tik tok

then sleepiness hits you like a freight train and you wish a goodnight to the two, shoko waving with a murmur about bed bugs and satoru whining for a kiss on the cheek before you go

you ignore that and head off for some much needed rest, knowing in the morning you’ll be awoken by the same stupid shit you usually are

but you wouldn’t have it any other way

extras !

suguru is the cook of the house and takes it incredibly seriously, satoru once called him an asian gordon ramsey. suguru flung a spatula at him

shoko smokes out at the balcony regularly (you like to join her occasionally), suguru complains that the smell is coming into the house

satoru writes his name on his food yet it literally stops none of you from eating it anyway

he keeps doing it

you all quite regularly smoke together

shoko despite always being broke somehow always has weed on her, none of you ask about it

movie nights are a must every night, usually satoru complaining if any of you even try dejecting the idea

you all go out drinking together regularly as well. always stumbling in a mess of limbs cramming yourselves into the small front door

satoru is such a sloppy drunk so you three are left to look after him 

shoko and you having weekly girls day while satoru and suguru go out themselves

talks of adopting a cat were on the table until satoru had to begrudgingly admit he was allergic 

so you guys settled on a gold fish called ‘spongebob’ courtesy of satoru

petty argument are a regular occurrence, none are ever malicious. it’s always about stupid stuff like laundry, picking what to watch, dishes and satoru being a slob. that one comes up a lot.

yuji is a complete gooner for you and he doesn't even care.

everyone knows it and it’s a running joke among your group of friends, megumi calls him “goonji” sometimes when he wants to replace his usual “itadori”, but he couldn’t care less.

the walls of his rooms are covered in pictures of you, alongside of his wallpaper, his phone case, and he even got a small plushy who looks just like you (god knows for what reasons . . .) he’s just an obsessively in love boyfriend.

exactly what you love about him.

but yuji is also known for his ego. he thinks he’s the best at everything and will never back down in front of a challenge.

so when megumi swore he wouldn’t last a week during the no nut november, his enormous ego was hurt and he took it really seriously . . . a lil too much actually.

he refused to touch you, to invite you into his room or even to look at you when your outfits were too much for him, even his kisses were calculated, only 2 kisses per day.

and surprisingly, he lasted.

god knows how hard it was, how much he wanted to fuck his fist, to beat his red leaking tip, to wrap one of your underwear around his dick and cover it in white, but he lasted.

well . . . that was until you walked into his room on the last day, and suddenly he wasn’t feeling so confident.

“[name], what are you—“ you almost ripped a moan out of his mouth when you kissed him.

his back hitting the headboard of his bed as he try to softly push you back.

“babe— please . . . w-wait.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck straddling on his lap as you place yourself on his thighs slightly rubbing your damp panties on it.

“fuck . . . fuck, baby,” he complained but holds on your hips as you grind him like some desperate puppy.

you whined in his ears, begging him to touch you, to do something.

yuji bit his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed so much they almost touched and his face was tight like he was torn between the worst dilemma of his life.

“yuji . . . please, i need you . . . ngh—“

oh, he was gone. the wet patch on his long short growing bigger and bigger, alongside with the obscene sound of your floods.

schlack, schlack, schlack.

your moans filled his pretty head and woke up his manhood, now standing proud between the two of you, but you didn’t touch him, that’s where you drew the line because he will never forgive this traitorous act against his person.

suddenly he pinned you down on his soft mattress and made your drenched underwear fly away before he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

one of his hands holding your wrists on top of your head as he started rubbing his clothed cock against your bare pussy like a mad man.

“oh my gooood— i missed you . . . fuck,” he groaned in you neck.

the fabric of his shorts creating the perfect itch on your cunt, pressed under the weight of your boyfriend.

you wrapped your legs around him, bringing him impossibly closer, trying to reach your peak.

yuji bites your neck and licks it to ease the pain, the bed rocking with his movements but thankfully he knew better by now to place a pillow between the wall and his bed, after megumi almost killed him for ruining his night.

“i-i’m gonna . . .” he said and you kissed his neck too, probably his biggest weakness.

he buried even deeper and let out a long stretchy moan that seemed to go on forever as he came in his shorts, white stripes coming out to paint your shirt.

for a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the slow, wet drip of his cum soaking into your shirt, the weight of him was a comfort, a grounding force.

slowly, he went limp, his body collapsing onto you fully, he was a warm, heavy blanket of muscle and satisfaction.

he nuzzled lazily into your neck, placing a soft, apologetic kiss over the bite mark.

“m’sorry,” he mumbled, his voice thick, “got your shirt all messy.”

you wriggled your hands free from his now-lax grip and brought them down to card through his sweaty pink hair.

“it’s okay, you lost, though. gumi owes me a hundred bucks now.”

he went very still, then with a sluggish effort, he pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at you.

his face was flushed a deep pink, his eyes hazy but slowly clearing, a droplet of sweat trailed from his temple down his jaw.

“you . . . made a bet out of me?” his voice was quieter now, but there was a new note in it.

you nodded, grinning up at him, proud of your cleverness, “uh-huh, easy money.”

his gaze didn’t waver, the sweet, post-orgasm softness in his eyes was being rapidly replaced by a sharp, calculating glint.

then slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, “check the time, though.”

the smug confidence in his tone made your grin falter, you tilted your head, glancing over at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand.

The bright red numbers glowed in the dark room.

00:35.

december 1st.

by thirty-five minutes, he’d won no nut november.

“oh.”

“oh,” he echoed, his voice dropping to that low, intimate rumble that did things to your insides. “my very own girlfriend tried to sabotage me.”

“i mean . . . it was working?” but the bratty defiance was weak, undercut by the way your body was already responding to his energy.

“now you’re in my room, on the first of december, and you’re not wearing any underwear . . . what should i do with you?”

⋆˚જ⁀➴ ♡ cw: controlling behavior, mention of spit, dacryphilia, tiny bit of smut

a/n: gumi a lil gross in this one

all characters 18+ mdni

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yandere!megumi HAS to always be the one to take the first sip or first bite out of everything you eat or drink. Megumi had always had strange behavior towards food, specifically yours.

He buys you that sugary pink soda you love from the campus vending machine, he takes a quick sip of it and made sure you drank from the exact spot he just drank from, even if he’d have to angle the can perfectly on the wet spot.

recently yandere!megumi has opted for sharing your meals together, on one plate, bowl, whatever utensil the dish the may be in he has started to simply share it with you.

In his mind he doesn’t want to be separate from you in any form, one eating utensil for the both of you. He’d take the first bite making sure his dna was on the utensil, then immediately feed you after, then he’d feed himself again and so on until the meal is done.

he got off on these weird behaviors towards food something about you waiting so patiently for him to feed you, drinking and eating after him like it was nothing. On one of his more extreme episodes he’ll be extra gross and spit out whatever liquid he’d just drank right on to your tongue expecting you to swallow everything he gives you. You always do.

yandere!megumi loves seeing you cry, any sort of tears from you make him unbelievably hard, you just look so fuckable with your watery eyes and cute red nose as you sniffle into his chest oblivious to his arousal just beneath you

He’d comfort you like the good boyfriend he is, coaxing you softly into talking more about what’s made you upset, he didn’t care for the reason, not really. He cums in his pants by the time you’re feeling better.

yandere!megumi fucked you in yuji’s room, on his bed simply because you were assigned a project with him, you didn’t get to choose your partner for this project but in megumi’s mind you were basically cheating on him.

the second he found out he was sent into a jealous rage; he knew his best friend’s schedule like the back of his hand knowing the exact time he’d be out. without many words megumi shoved you into yuji’s dorm

“megumi why the hell are we in yuji’s dorm-“

“quiet, bend over his bed—don’t make me repeat myself.” your boyfriend demanded in his usual calm tone but you could see it in his eyes, he was undoubtedly pissed behind reason

when you hesitated he grabbed the back of your head and forced you to bend over the edge of yuji’s bed, your face smushed into his best friend’s mattress.

“gumi!- wait what are you doing-“ you gasped cutting yourself off mid sentence feeing megumi hike your skirt up and pull your panties to the side.

megumi slid two of slender digits inside of you all the way to his knuckles already curling them inside your gummy walls

“you wanna fuck him s’bad don’t you slut?”

it was hard to speak with your boyfriend’s fingers inside you like this but you manage

“w-what are you talking about megs?- i don’t”

“you do” he interrupted you

“fuckin know you do, you wanna fuck anyone who spares you a glance isn’t that right baby?” you had absolutely no clue what he was going on about or what you did to even spring this on sure yuji was attractive, you had eyes but you’d never cheat on megumi; you knew that, so did he, but you’re so pretty when you cry :(

pt. 3 cumming soooon .ᐟ

Since he is a sleep talker what if he starts grinding and humping u a little bit in his sleep

Or or u do that to him asleep and he slowly wakes up and ya know...somno shenanigans ensue...

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one thing about yuji is that he’s gonna YAPPPPP your ear off especially during sex and that habit slowly becomes more prominent in bed with you

it starts off slow and innocent with a muffled grunt as he stirs in his sleep and soon nuzzles his face deeper in the crook of your neck. you’re pressed up close against his bare chest, basically cagged in his presence by his strong forearms.

nonsensical mutters can be heard from him like twenty minutes into the night, i feel like he’d be the type to act out his dreams so his grip on you tightens and he’ll somehow shift himself closer to you with his cock now fully pressing on your ass and his soft sighs fans your ears, “over here…” “not now…” “closer…”

" yuu! — you can't do that..! "

your loud whine caught his attention, his grip on your waist loosening but his thumbs still dug little dents into your back. his thrusting ceased, so did his movements of pulling you back onto his dick. he sat there, stunned with his hair pushed out his face and skin luster with sweat. " baby? you okay? you need a break? "

" yeah.. " you panted, your chest heaving into the mattress. " you just — can't be all rough like that... you know how big you are... "

you weren't even talking about solely his dick — yuji was big as a whole. big, and full of stamina and strength for days. it was scarily superhuman, just built for putting you through mattresses and draining you down to a drip. it was so unfair, like the system was rigged against you.

he flipped you over to kiss your face — cheeks, eyelids, jaw, temples, everywhere. he was really just a gentle giant. and the fact he was still growing. " i'm sorry.. i thought you could handle me like that. i'll be more gentle.. " he seemed like he was sulking — partially sorry for what he did, but also solemn he couldn't continue like that.

he hummed softly in your neck, grinding his dick along your walls in slow, shallow motions, all the while rubbing your clit gently. he was trying to coax you to forgive him. you swallowed, your eyes fluttering open and closed at the sensation. " i can handle you. "

he looked up from your neck, his bottom lip protruding. " you sure? you'll tell me the next time it gets too much, right? i'll be careful... i promise. pinky promise. you can starve me a whole day without kisses if you want. "

" don't be dramatic... " you kissed his lips weakly. " i can handle you. "

he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips. his thanks came in the form of his thrusts increasing — both pace and depth with grunts through his bitten bottom lip. he was more gentle about it, more considerate of your body. he still rubbed, petted your clit — just to be a little mean and greedy about it. your name slipped as he approached his limit, from groans to whimpers and prayers about how good you make him feel.

it might've cost you a couple hours — hell, days worth of mobility. but he was too cute to deny.

♡ 𝓜𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐌 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

yesss!! but instead of it being one of the jjk men, lets do them all...🤤

⊹ ࣪ ˖falling asleep mid bj⋆.˚

pairing: jjk men x fem!reader ⤵︎

g.satoru, r.sukuna, m.fushiguro, y.itadori

warnings: smut (18+, mdni), oral sex (m.receiving), throat fucking, swearing, falling asleep, consent established (do not fear), orgasms, moaning

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gojo satoru

lights were off, the sun was down and the air smelled nice and fresh.

you were lying down, cock in mouth and balls in hand, silver little hairs brushing against your nose as satoru's dick was deep in your throat.

everything about this was a dream, really.

the problem is... you had already came thrice before. but it seemed like satoru's stamina was endless.

"shittt, you're amazing at this baby.", he said, groaning between small, tiny thrust.

as much as you loved the praise, your mind wasn't processing shit, your lids were slowly closing while your brain was giving up on staying awake.

your hands stopped gripping his heavy balls and your mouth just stayed open now, not sucking as it was before.

gojo noticed, of course he did.

"baby?", he said, once, twice. yeah, you were dead asleep.

but he remembered what you told him earlier, you said that if you ever fall asleep, he could gladly do anything he pleased with your pretty body.

so here he was, fucking your throat, not worried about anything else other than cumming.

so he did exactly that, he pulled out and came all over your face.

you woke up to your face covered in dry cum. ew.

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sukuna ryomen

sukuna was a rough giant for sure. but he always took good care of you.

so of course, he had insisted on not letting you give him head today, since you day was pretty tiring and hard.

but you still did it anyway, because who is he to tell you what to do and to not do?

you licked all up the underside of his dick before sucking the tip of his cock.

seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into even more minutes.

you felt slightly dizzy because of exhaustion, your eyes blinked slower than before and your grip of sukuna's thigh slightly loosened.

before you knew it, you had successfully fallen asleep on sukuna's dick.

he noticed, pulling out before scoffing.

"told you.", he said smugly.

he grabbed your lips and opened them, sinking his cock right back in your mouth before thrusting relentlessly into your throat.

he fucked your mouth quickly, seeking to find his release soon.

he did. sukuna came down your throat before passing out beside you moments after.

you woke up to your throat sore as ever.

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megumi fushiguro

it was a long day of missions and killing curses, then training and killing curses again.

you came back tired as fuck only to see your hot boyfriend laying down on his bed reading a book while he looked absolutely delectable.

so you of course pounced right on him, basically removing his pants with your teeth.

so there you were, giving him the best blowjob of his entire life, making moan and groan right above you as saliva built up at the base of his cock.

you were soaking wet, put nothing in your system was managing to keep you awake.

slumber was winning over you as you gave a little kiss to his leeking tip.

you eyes closed before you fell on your back on his soft bed.

he was still hard, painfully so.

he sighed, feeling slightly bad about what he was about to do.

you mouth was fully open, basically telling him to put it back in.

and guess what megumi did? he fucked the shit out your tight throat, not stopping himself from whimpering since you were sound asleep.

the thought of fucking your mouth while being asleep turned him on more than ever, this may be his newly found kink.

he came with a loud moan all over your pretty lips, pulling out and cleaning your face with a wet cloth.

he put on his boxers and cuddled with you until he fell asleep as well.

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yuji itadori

it was around midnight, you were laying on yuji's lap on the couch while watching some boring movie you weren't even paying attention to.

and to be honest? he wasn't either.

his cock was on your face, basically making out with the underside of his dick.

yuji was trying to keep his moans, trying to be all tough to impress you, but he really couldn't because holy shit were you good as this.

you gently popped his cock in your mouth, slowly sucking him, moaning around his shaft, the vibrations making him impossibly harder.

the only problem was that... well... you were ever so slightly falling asleep right under him.

"fuck-", he groaned, gripping the soft cushions to atleast keep himself grounded.

but suddenly, he felt the soft sucking you were doing leave. he looked down only to see you were sleeping.

"shit.", he cursed, his cock slipping out your mouth.

yuji slowly grabbed you and put you on the couch, legs resting on the back of the couch as your head dangled off the cushions.

your mouth was wide open.

i hope she doesn't mind..., he told himself mentally as he put his dick back in your warm throat.

he let a loud groan escape him, rocking his hips back and forth at a fast pace.

yuji wasn't able to stop himself from cumming, putting his seed all over your pretty face.

he sat you back up before laying in your lap, falling asleep too.

the next morning, your throat was killing you as you felt dry cum on your lips.

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exbf!yuji who never talks bad about you if you’re brought into conversation. still being friends with nobara knowing you are also friends with her, he knows her talking about you isn’t something to him he hates. he doesn’t mind at all, and he doesn’t have anything bad to say about you anyway.

exbf!yuji who doesn’t have you blocked on his phone even though his number is blocked and deleted for you. it was a petty thing for you to do, sure, but yuji wasn’t on the level of petty you’re on. in fact, he wasn’t even petty or bitter about anything at all.

exbf!yuji who still feels bad about the break up. he can’t help but talk about it to nobara and megumi even though it’s been over five months! it was a stupid argument over nothing, and he needed reassurance that it wasn’t his fault even though he felt extremely guilty over stupidness.

exbf!yuji who asks nobara about you occasionally. nobara, nobara, nobara. it always came back to nobara for him. she’d roll her eyes, or sigh dramatically whenever yuji brought you up, and she would only give him little to nothing information about you, leaving out the details where you would pout over yuji and say you miss him.

exbf!yuji who avoids relationships at any costs just in case there’s a miracle you might call him one night telling him how you miss him and how you miss kissing his sweet lips. he might get into a little flirty situationship, but he’ll realize what it is and end it since he’s too scared of commitment unless it’s you. besides, no one gets him like you do.

exbf!yuji who finds a way to get unblocked from your phone (through nobara). that was his only wish, and when you got a text from him you just stared at it knowing you decided to unblock him.

denji opens the door, grinning widely, wearing nice-ish clothes he probably borrowed from aki before forcing him out of the place.

“hey baby! come in! foods ready.” he stepped aside, letting you in. his eyes trailed down to your ass as you walked in when he shut the door behind you (he can’t help himself).

the apartment was small, the kitchen a mess from his efforts at cooking. the quaint space was bathed in warm candlelight as soft jazz music played from aki’s cd player.

“come sit.” denji placed his hand on your lower back, leading you over to the living room. he sat you down with your back against the couch, legs sprawled out underneath the coffee table.

he went to the kitchen to quickly retrieve two plates and two glasses, balancing them unsteadily in his arms.

denji sat down on the floor beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. the plates had some sort of mysterious (clearly home cooked) sludge on them, and the glasses were filled with some cheap sake he had bought for the occasion.

“looks good, huh? prepared all this myself.” he said proudly, beaming with those sharp teeth.

it, of course, did not look good, but the sheer effort he had put into all of this made your heart swell.

you turned your head to face him, eyes soft and full of love. “hey, i love you so much. do i tell you that enough?”

he let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a brief kiss to your cheek. “i love you too. now eat. i want you to have the first bite.”

you smiled as he handed you your bowl of sludge. you grimaced internally before taking a bite.

surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad.

“mmm.” you hummed, nodding, because you would do anything to see that proud smile on his face.

||a/n: omg I’ve been inactive for weeks im sorry!! im trying to start writing again promise

🌈 HAPPY PRIDE!!!! 🌈

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hmm Kuna

satoru always answers your phone calls. it really doesn't matter what situation he's in—he could be in the middle of an important meeting with the clan's higher ups, or getting yelled at by principal yaga, or in the midst of a fight against a grade one curse—if it's you calling, he's answering.

you must think you have great timing, always conveniently calling satoru when he happens to be free during his demanding schedule—but that was far from the truth. your calls couldn't be any more ill timed.

satoru is used to you calling him maybe five or six times a day and sending about a dozen texts in-between, so of course he didn't expect today to be any different. he finishes his morning lecture quickly and is already waving the students off to go train as he excitedly swipes open his phone, anticipating a plethora of texts from you since he hadn't gotten a call—but, to his dismay and utter disappointment, he'd received zero messages from you.

he doesn't hesitate to call you, already placing the phone against his ear as he closes the classroom door behind him and heads outside. he hums underneath his breath as he waits for you to answer. but 10 seconds pass, then 20, then 30, and then he's listening to your automated voicemail ring in his ear.

he pulls the phone away from his ear slowly, blinking even slower before racing outside to go check on his students. they're occupied with their own training, and satoru cups his hands around his mouth to yell from afar

"megumiiiiii! i gotta head home—i'm putting you in charge!" he shouts, and megumi waves him off with an exasperated sigh

satoru's back home in record time, entering your shared apartment and quickly kicking off his shoes as he pads around in search for you

"babyyy, where are youuuu?" he singsongs, pushing his blindfold up as he peers around. he frowns when he sees your bedroom door closed the same way he'd left it this morning and pushes it open to see you fast asleep in bed. well, you appear to be asleep at first—but then he sees the crease between your brows, the thin sheen of sweat on your face and the way your lips are tugged into a little frown. one palm pressed against your forehead is all satoru needs to know that you have a fever.

"oh, poor girl. my sweet, sweet girl." he coos, already climbing into bed with you and wrapping his arms around your form without another thought. your eyes flutter open wearily, and you let out a shudder and a quiet whine of his name

"what's wrong? feeling sick? let me go get some medicine for you." he offers, his fingers gently running through your hair as your brows pinch together

"time?" you ask groggily as he looks over at your bedside table

"about to be one in the afternoon, sweets."

you let out a grumble as you nod, and satoru presses a quick kiss to your temple before getting out of bed to go rummage through the kitchen's cabinets and find you some medicine. he returns a minute later with a spoon in hand, and you begrudgingly swallow down the reddish liquid with a grimace and a gag

"gross." you huff, but then satoru presses a quick peck to your lips that finally gets a smile out of you

"you're going to get sick," you giggle tiredly as your legs wind around his strong waist. satoru falls back onto the bed with a small sound of surprise getting caught in the back of his throat before a proud smirk overcomes his face

"i'm satoru gojo, i never get sick!"