Wicked Games

cw: 18+. explicit sexual content. drugs mention. plug.ᐟchoso x popular fem.ᐟreader. smut w/plot. semi-public, car sex, fingering, squirt alert (i need him sb).

song: all mine—brent faiyaz

(part one ♪ ༘⋆ part two ♪ ༘⋆ part three)

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you slump down in the passenger seat and fold your arms over your chest. feel the asshole that’s driving glance over at you.

“y’sulking, baby?” he says, voice low.

you scoff, turn your whole body in the direction of the window when you say, “no.”

he huffs out a short breath through his nose that might be a laugh. you aren’t sure what annoys you more right now—the sound of his dumb sexy voice, or the fact that he actually leaves you alone after that.

brent faiyaz hums through the speakers. you’d been at a party off-campus, and you hadn’t seen choso since the last time the two of you hung out. the time he told you he would never date you. it pisses you off all over again just thinking about it.

you turn in your seat to look at him, slouched back, one hand on the wheel. his jaw works like he’s chewing—an occasional habit of his that you noticed in the early stages of your… friendship.

“i didn’t need a ride,” you tell him. “not from you.”

he glances at you, dark eyebrows pulling down. “yeah? but you love riding.”

you thump him in the chest, and he side-eyes you, lips twitching upwards in a maybe smile.

the thing that pissed you off the most was that you didn’t dislike him at all. if anything, it was the exact opposite.

you couldn’t pin what it was about the man.

always stalking around with unruly jet-black hair that falls to his shoulders, heavily pierced ears and permanent hooded, red eyes. all it took was those eyes meeting yours for a split second, and you folded like laundry.

maybe it was the way he was always slumped in his seat, like he can’t even put in the effort to sit up straight. the way he sits with his legs spread wide, arms crossed over his chest. the way you could always see a spliff tucked behind his ear, even now in the dim light, peeking out of his dark locks.

the way that he walks is the most bodacious things about him. he walks like it’s heavy. like he’s absolutely slung. even thinking about it makes your pussy throb.

you were pretty, outgoing, and some might even use the term popular.

you personally wouldn’t, of course, because you don’t self proclaim that title—you just happened to be well-loved. even now as a college senior, with the reactions you got when you walked into a party, strangers might have thought you were someone famous.

you weren’t even being unrealistic in thinking you could have any guy you wanted.

and yet the only one you did maybe, sorta want, was the campus plug that wanted nothing to do with you.

“you’re unbelievable,” you mutter, shaking your head and turning back to the dashboard. “i don’t get why you won’t leave me alone.”

he presses his knuckles to his mouth, so his words come out muffled. “don’t wanna leave you alone.”

“right.” you smile, sarcastically. “you just wanna hook up with me whenever you please.”

he chuckles. “for real? so when you call me in the middle of the night to come eat it—”

“don’t change the subject, choso,” you snap.

choso presses his lips together. they twitch upwards. “yes ma’am.”

you roll your eyes, turn to look out of the windscreen as he signals left. you frown when he pulls over on the side of the road. shifts the gear into neutral, clicks the hand-break and kills the engine.

you turn to look at him. “what are you doing?”

he unclips your seatbelt, and then his own. beckons you with a tilt of his head.

“c’mere,” he says, voice like silk.

you raise your brows. “you serious?”

he just watches you with heavy-lidded eyes. you want to ignore him. you truly do. but everything about him just turns you on.

which is why you find yourself folding under zero pressure and climbing over the centre console into his lap. you sit back against the driver door. choso wraps an arm around your waist, strokes the other down your leg. you watch his slender fingers and try to pretend he’s having no affect on you, even while your chest begins to rise and fall heavily.

“y’always have suuch an attitude, y/n,” he murmurs, almost like the words are an escaped thought.

you look up at him, and he leans forward, brushes his lips against yours.

“y’miss me?” he asks, breath mingling with yours. “s’that it?”

he lifts his hand up to your chin, grips it gently in his hand. the coolness of his rings press into your skin when he pecks your lips, feather light. you try to tilt your chin for more, and he smirks.

“you need me to fuck it out of you, huh, pretty girl.” his eyes trace every inch of your face. “don’t you?”

your eyebrows draw downwards. you nod, instinctively. unconsciously.

he nods too. says, “i’ll take care of you, baby. let’s get these shorts off, yeah?”

“someone could walk past…” you whisper.

but you realise you don’t care, not really.

choso unbuttons your shorts with deft fingers. you lift your hips so that he can help you pull them down, and off, along with your underwear.

when he strokes his hand up your inner thigh your head falls back against the window, eyelids fluttering.

“so needy,” he tuts, fingers gliding along the crease where thigh meets pelvis. “wha’dyou want? my fingers?”

“ughhh, i don’t care, choso,” you whine.

he hums. moves his hand from your hip to your throat, index finger tilting your head by the curve of your jaw.

when choso kisses you, it’s dizzying. the metal balls of his piercing against your tongue. the way he bites down on your lower lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

he lifts his hand between your mouthes. pushes two fingers past your lips and presses them down on your tongue. he pulls them out, and sucks them into his own mouth, before he dips them between your legs.

your lips part when he swirls his fingers over your clit, so perfectly slow. he kisses your temple, then your mouth.

“no one’d believe the campus star girl likes to spread her legs for me,” he says absentmindedly, fingers still working your nerves. “that she gets so wet every time i touch her.”

you buck your hips, chasing the building sensation. “more, cho,” you moan. turn your head to kiss him. “pl—ease.”

he hums into your mouth, tongue swirling with yours as he finally pushes his slender fingers into your opening. your breath stutters. you’re so wet that they slip in with no resistance, and you gasp.

choso groans, nuzzles his face into your hair. the heel of his palm presses against your clit. he doesn’t pump his fingers in and out—instead he curls them upwards. they stroke somewhere inside of you that makes your stomach tense.

he’s the only one who’s ever been able to make you feel like this. he always makes sure you feel this good.

it’s more than good—it’s so overwhelming that you feel like you could cry. maybe that was the reason you always gave in and went back.

choso always fucks you so good.

“cho, wh— what i-is that?” you stutter, breathily.

he grazes his teeth along your jaw. “w’s what, baby?”

his fingers curl again and you whimper loudly. it feels like he’s stroking your clit from the inside, and the pleasure builds so quickly that you almost want to push him away.

“h—ughhh fuck,” you choke out, head lolling onto his shoulder. you suck in deep breaths that smell like cologne and weed. “how are you—what are you touching?”

“s’your g-spot, y/n,” he tells you softly, curls his fingers again and says, “right… here.”

your hips roll to meet his hand. “s’sooo good, cho,” you whimper. “it’s…. fu— ohmigod please don’t s-stop.”

he doesn’t, just continues his steady rhythm, massaging the spongy spot behind your pubic bone.

“no one else ever hit this spot for you before?” he asks quietly over the lewd sound he’s creating between your legs. “that’s a damn shame.”

“w—ait, cho,” you sigh. “feels like i’m gonna… feels…”

“shhh,” he says. “i know, baby. let it happen.”

“cho—”

your jaw drops as your back arches, and your pussy begin to gush all over choso’s hand, drenching his lap in warm fluid. you cum so hard that it makes you sob into his neck, gripping at his forearm as he continues to fuck you through the blinding pleasure.

he groans softly into your ear as your orgasm begins to ebb, leans down to kiss you deep. you reach up to grip on the hair at the base of his neck, to hold his mouth to yours when his fingers finally slide out of your hole, gently teasing your clit again.

your body is limp in his arms by the time he’s finished with you. you can feel the soaked denim of his jeans beneath your ass.

“i made a mess in your fancy car,” you whisper.

he brushes his mouth against your temple. “don’t worry, pretty girl.”

you look up at him under the dim streetlight, and think about the last conversation you had. the one where you’d hinted at being together a little more… publicly, and he’d shut you down without a second thought.

you wonder if he’s thinking about it too. after a moment, you say,

“i don’t get it, cho.”

he knows what you’re talking about without you having to say anything more. you wonder if it’s because he’s definitely been thinking about it too.

choso studies your face. “me and you, y/n,” he says, “are like oil ‘n water. not meant to be together.”

you squint at his vague metaphorical explanation, huffing out an incredulous laugh. “what does that even mean, choso?”

he doesn’t answer. just shakes his head as his eyes flick between yours. he has the decency to look a little bit apologetic.

“let me get you home, baby.”

you part your lips around lost words, and then press them together. wonder if he sees the hurt in your eyes. you nod once.

he waits until you’ve pulled your clothes back on. reaches across your chest to pull your seatbelt over and clip it in, before pulling away from the random side walk on a street downtown.

you drive home in silence, and you’re glad he doesn’t try to make conversation again, because the last thing you want to hear is his stupid voice.

he pulls up outside your apartment complex without a word. you hear the door unlock with a click! and don’t waste any time in pushing it open.

you’re halfway out the door when you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

“hey, cho?”

he’s already watching you, waiting.

“lose my number, ‘kay?”

you get out of his mustang and slam the door shut behind you, and don’t turn back again on your way to your front door.

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a/n: for my wife @tatispm i hope you like it baby 🥺 guys idk i’m not ovulating rn so i feel like this is more tame than my other pieces. lmk in the chat. still #needthat though (inspired by this req).

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choso remembers the first serious talk about intimacy you had. he specifically remembers you saying you wanted to be woken up with fingers buried deep inside you, why not make that reality now?

he wakes up from his slumber with a boner growing in his boxers. he assumed he had a wet dream even though he can't really remember. his skin is sticky in sweat as he sits up.

you're laying on your back, sleeping soundly. he watches you for a few minutes before remembering exactly what you said.

he lays back down next to you, kissing your cheek as he hand dips into your panties. he can feel your warmth and he nearly makes a sticky mess in his pants.

he slides a finger inside your pussy. it's not wet, you're asleep, not even close to being aroused. he doesn't want to hurt you so he pulls his finger out. he gathers spit on his fingers and dips them back into your panties.

he rolls two fingers around your clit and he feels you twitch. he stops for a second, making sure you're still asleep before continuing to roll circles on your pretty bud.

you twitch again but this time he doesn't stop. he can feel you getting wetter by the second, your body reacts to him so quickly. he watches your face, your chest heaving up and down.

he wonders if you think you're dreaming.

when you finally get wet enough, he slips one finger into your hole, reaching that one spongey spot. your chest heaves more but somehow you haven't woken up.

he slides another finger in. he can feel a stretch and he hears your breath hitch. he keeps going, thumb rubbing your clit as he fucks his fingers into you.

your pussy reacts to his every move even if you're not conscious. choso thinks it's sexy. he continues fingering your poor pussy till he feels you clench around his fingers.

you gasp, eyes opening, finally coming back to consciousness.

it takes you a few seconds to realize what was happening. choso fingering you while you slept.

a fantasy, one you wanted to experience for the longest.

you smile lazily at choso, pulling him close as he leaves his fingers in your soaked pussy.

he doesn't say anything, his thumb gently nudges your clit again and he feels you get wetter. he smirks, moving his fingers again, this time with you awake.

𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURUMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list

𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.

𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p

𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !

[blowjob, slight hair pulling]

It all started at frat!jo's party.

“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”

Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.

“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”

Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.

“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.

You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth

“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”

It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.

“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.

“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.

“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.

“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”

“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.

“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”

Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.

𐙚 Choso Kamo !

[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]

You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.

You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.

“Stop..teasing Cho.”

Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.

“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.

See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.

With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.

“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.

“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”

The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…

You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.

The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”

Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.

“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.

It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.

“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.

“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.

“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.

Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.

𐙚 Nanami Kento !

[choking, squirting]

It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.

“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“

“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”

Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.

“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.

“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.

“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.

“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“

“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.

The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.

“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.

“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”

𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !

[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]

Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.

“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”

“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”

The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.

Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.

“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.

“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…

“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”

Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.

Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.

And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.

“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.

“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”

“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”

“Suguru Geto?”

“Yeah that one.”

The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”

Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.

“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.

“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”

The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.

“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.

Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”

“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.

“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.

You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.

“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.

“Tch, he pumped you full too.”

He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.

“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.

“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“

“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.

“Let us show you grown men fuck.”

“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”

Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.

“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.

“Can’t take it-“

“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.

“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”

“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”

They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.

Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”

“To—ji!” You whimper.

His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”

Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.

Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”

“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.

“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.

…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.

𐙚 Hiromi Higuruma !

[public sex, pussy eating]

𐙚 law student!Higuruma abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.

“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.

His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.

His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higuruma loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.

“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.

“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.

“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.

“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higuruma salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.

Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.

“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.

“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higuruma’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”

He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.

Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higuruma stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.

You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.

Now, Higuruma made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higuruma knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.

“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higuruma’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.

“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higuruma’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higuruma’s cock, the top law student of his class.

“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.

“Yes—fuck yes!”

“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higuruma swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.

His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”

You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higuruma lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.

Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.

He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.

“Hiro…are there cameras in here?”

𐙚 plug!choso x fem!reader | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list | art by @/_7undeed on twt

𐙚 “The fuck is your problem?!” “YOU’RE my problem!”After not seeing your plug Choso for a week, you give him attitude that he has no problem fixing for you.

It wasn’t often that you argued with 𐙚 plug!Choso. In fact, you didn’t really argue at all. So when you came over as you usually did, you were quiet while he fixed the blunt up in the pretty pink papers he gets just for you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, how’s school?” He coughs, eyes flickering up to your face just to see you not even looking at him. Instead you were tracing circles on your thighs. He watched you shrug, which takes him back- the fuck?

“It’s been alright. The usual.”

Even your tone was off. Choso makes a face but he stares back down at the tray. Pink, hello kitty themed. The grinder he used was one he ordered just for you, pink and also hello kitty themed. Hell- he had a whole fucking set just for you when you came to smoke with him. Everytime was fine except now.

“…Alright cool.” He murmurs, “How many you wanna smoke today?”

“None. I want my stuff to go.” Your arms folded over your chest. Choso’s tongue licks alongside the paper before rolling, and he laughs. You look over at him- finally look at him. The whole set up pink, contrasting with his grunge-like attire.“What’s funny?”

“You’re funny.” He sets the tray down, inspecting the pink joint before grabbing his lighter and lighting the end. You watch as he his tips back, arm outstretched on the back of the couch as his body relaxes into the furniture. The end of the blunt entering his pierced lips before he inhales deeply, blowing the smoke out. “…I’m not doing that.” He leans back up, eyes dead locked on yours.

He watches the watch your brow twitches with that cute pout on your lips. “Cho, I’m serious.”

“So am I, princess.”

“I want my shit to go.”

“Now she’s cursing at me.” His eyes widen, smile on his face growing. Usually you bossed Choso around, he liked it, but he could tell something was bothering you and that this wasn’t an act. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” You smack your lips before rolling your eyes and getting up.

“If you’re not gonna do your job then I’ll go see what Sukuna’s sellin-“

I’m sorry? He pauses, the smile fading from his face.

“…Sit down, princess.” It wasn’t often Choso talked to you like that either. He spoiled you too much. He was always soft and gentle with you, hurting you was something he never wanted to do. His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you froze for a second before huffing and turning away from him.

Choso took another drag of the blunt, “Not gonna tell you again.”

“Then don’t.” And you had a smart ass mouth. “Stop acting like you give a fuck.”

“The fuck is your problem?!” Choso shouts. You flinch for a second before giving him the middle finger. He’s never raised his voice at you…well, in a serious manner, only at others who really, really got on his nerves. You’ve seen every side of Choso and how he was with others, not you.

But Choso knew you well, and he knows that you don’t like being yelled at. “You’re my problem!” You grab your bag, shuffling to put on your shoes.

“Princess-“

“Shut up Choso!” You bolt for the door, slamming it shut as you left. Choso stares at it for just a second in disbelief, playing the words back in his mind before he followed you out. You haven’t even left from in front of his door before he’s grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in (and locking it).

He presses you up against the door, bros furrowed as he stared at you- down at you. “You wanna repeat what you said?” He questions. His breath fanned over your face. His face slightly red, you could hear the panic in his heart beat. He held your hands firmly but not tightly. You could definitely break free from his grasp. If you wanted to that is.

You could also tell that he was worked up by the way he panted. “Repeat what you said to me.” A demand this time.

“…Shut u-“

“Before that.”

“I…I’m gonna go see what Sukuna’s selling.” You swallow back a whimper. You watch as his lips twitch before he lets out a breath. He looks away for a second, in disbelief. Why would you, of all people on campus? Of anyone even remotely close in what Choso sold- fucking Ryomen Sukuna?

“Yeah?” The tone in his voice made your heart thump against your chest. You hadn’t heard it in a while. Choso’s face gets closer to yours, down by your neck. You didn’t even realize how hard you were breathing, his voice deep in your ear, “You gonna go fuck him too?”

“No-“

“That what you did while I was gone? Is that why you’re acting like a damn brat right now?” And you shudder, thighs squeezing together. “I leave for a week and suddenly you wanna have an attitude with me.”

“N-No- s’nothing like that.” His lips graze your neck, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a small sigh of relief at his lips on you. He licked the spot, teeth grazing it before sucking. “Cho-“ You whine.

“Nuh uh, tell me you’re gonna go see Sukuna again.” Choso takes the skin between his teeth, humming as you squirmed. His lips felt gentle on your skin even when he teased you. He kisses the spot once more before letting your hands go, his eyes filled with annoyance, but Choso wasn’t one to dwell on things for too long, and he surely didn’t want to be upset with you.

Instead, he waves you off, turning away from you to sit back down in his spot on the couch. You watch him pick back up the neglected blunt and light it back up. You swallowed thickly, your breath heavy as you just…watched. The spot on your neck throbbed, knowing he left a hickey there that he’d usually get yelled at for.

His tired eyes drag over to you, low as he blew out smoke. “Go on, Y/N.” It’s been so long since Choso’s called you your actual name. The feeling cold in your chest as you bit your lip. You didn’t think he’d get that upset. “I’m not gonna charge you for anything since you didn’t smoke… If that’s all you can leave.”

Everyone knew that Choso and Sukuna were related in some way, but they didn’t like each other for plenty reasons, one being how they were technically in competition with each other.

You hadn’t see Choso in a week. Maybe your reaction was a bit petty over a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A man who spoiled you with anything you asked for like it was nothing. Someone who smoked and fucked you and took you out afterwards. You talked everyday, but for a week the contact was silent.

Standing by the door, you found yourself picking at your nails. Choso was there when you got them done. He watches you before sighing, leaning back into the cushion. “Cmere.” Voice soft, gentle yet still laced with annoyance. He pats his leg, and you shuffle to take your shoes back off, walking back over to the couch, the rug soft beneath your feet.

“Take the blunt.” His hands rub over the curve of your hip. the moment you straddled him. You hold the joint between your fingers, knowing that Choso was the man you’d only ever buy from- except your services were free.

He watches your gloss covered lips take the pink blunt between them. Your eyes close instantly, the warmth clouding your lungs. Your body relaxes into his grasp like it always did. “That’s it..” He hums, scooting you up closer until he could feel the softness of your breast against his chest. His fingers graze your chin before his lips are on yours, smoke traveling from your mouth to his. You whine softly as he bites down on your lip. The kiss greedy- hungry. You missed him. He missed you. Choso lets out a grunt, his hand finding the back of your neck to pull you in deeper. The metal on his tongue flicking against the roof of your mouth.

Choso swallowed all of your whimpers, your clothed cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. He grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing until a loud smack ! has you pulling back and flinching with a yelp. “Cho-“

“You still mad at me?”

You bite down on your lip, looking down at his chest. “..Yeah.”

Without a word, Choso scoops you up into his arms, holding your legs around his waist while you held on tight- wrapping your arms should his shoulder. “What are you doing- put me down Choso!” You huff.

The man says nothing, carrying you all the way to his bedroom. You’re immediately hit with the scent of soft vanilla, the room a mixture of him and the random things you had over- a hello kitty plush on his bed (the only plush on his bed), little figurines sitting on his desk that you’d got together on various trips, your strawberry lipgloss (that you thought you’d lost) sitting right there on his nightstand. He lays you down on the bed, body hovering over you.

His fingers trail up your thighs up to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down without a word, kissing moving down your body. Your panties were soaked, and you felt shy in his arms. “…Say something.” You try to close your legs but Choso shakes his head, prying them open wider. With a soft hum he pins your arms above your head with one of his hands, the other slipping into your panties.

“Need to fix this attitude of yours.” Choso kisses your forehead. His finger circles your wet clit as you whine, gasping softly. You stare up at him, the wrinkle between his brow deepening as he flicked your pearl faster. Taking his lip between his teeth, he adds another finger. “Cho…” You whimper, your breath picking up as your back arched slightly, legs opening wider. More, you wanted more.

“Feel good?” His fingers dip down between your slick folds, dragging the slippery mess up to your clit. “Y-Yes—!” You moan, your hands twitching in his grasp. “Yeah?” He whispers, your legs twitching. Slippery fingers pressed down on your clit.

“So wet for me..” Choso groans, his fingers rubbing faster. Your breath hitches, mouth falling open as another moan passes your lips. Your hips start sputtering, rubbing into the hand for friction. “M-Mhm- fuck— fuck Cho g-gonna cum.” Your high so close you could taste it, eyes closing as your body relaxed in his grasp. His touched that you longed for and it had only been a week. The heat building into your lower stomach as you whimper, awaiting the orgasm that never came.

Your eyes opened immediately. Choso pulls his fingers out of your panties, taking them into his mouth with a small groan. “Cho.“ You frown, eyes staring wide up at him. Watching the fingers in his mouth go right back to those panties.

“Yes princess?” He traces your clit teasingly through the fabric. Down to that waiting hole of yours, leaking so much that you couldn’t help the small noises you were making. “I-I didn’t cum.”

“I know.” He grabs hold of the wet fabric, tugging them to the side until a loud riiiiiip ! of the material shouts throughout the room. “My panties!— The fuck Choso-” Your hands tugging to be freed while you glared up at him.

“Shut up, I’ll buy you some more.” He huffs.

Choso was messing with you right? Trying to scare you from going to see Sukuna. It made perfect sense. Is that why he didn’t let you cum? …It had to be….

It was torturous. The way your legs shook, his palm rubbing against your clit while three fingers thrusted deeply inside of you- so deep they touched that pretty spot inside, curling.

“F-Fuck—!” Your back arched, but Choso kept you down. His brows furrowed in concentration, the wet sound filling his ears alongside your pleasure filled cries. Your pussy squeezed around the fingers, the squelches getting louder, but Choso knew your body well.

You hiccuped, small test slipping down your cheek as your orgasm neared for the fifth time. “You wanna cum?” He asks sweetly, softly above you, as if he was going to let you. Still, you whined, “p—please!” and for a second, Choso considered letting you have your way. You always got your way with Choso.

Your chest felt heavy. You couldn’t think of anything, nothing but the man whose fingers played between your legs. Sweat beaded your forehead. You were close..so close. Sniffling softly, you hiccup, biting down on your lip.

“You look pretty so pretty princess.” Princess. You realize just how much you missed him for that one week. How badly you wanted him to call you by the name he’d whisper into your ear everytime he fucked you like you were really his.

“Cum for me.” He pulls his fingers out, quickly rubbing them against your clit. Your body jerks, “Choso—fuck I-I’m—“ Your toes curl, a broken moan falling from your lips as your orgasm finally hits you “Fuck- fuckfuck-“ You were seeing stars, vision clouding through the overstimulation.

His fingers still caressed you sensitive clit as you felt your pretty pussy gush between your legs, making the creamy mess even messier. “There we go…thats my pretty girl.” Your body clinging to Choso’s voice as he touched you until the very last drop spilled.

You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing and the softness of his lips on your forehead, working down to your nose and finally to your parted lips. “You did so good princess.”

Choso makes quick work of his shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room. “So perfect for me.” He murmurs, sliding the torn fabric of your panties down your legs. His lips kiss your thighs softly. He wipes the tears from your eyes, carefully slipping your shirt off and tossing it. “I-“ Love you, he wanted to say

He pulls your body gently into his arms as he laid on his side. The cool air of his room hitting your skin just the way you like, with his body cradling yours. He kisses your forehead, your head leaning into his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

When you woke up you were surrounded by Choso’s scent, but not the man himself. You rub your eyes, feeling around the bed. Changed sheets and covers, but your plush the same. “Cho?” You had on one of his shirts. When he didn’t answer you bit your lip, going into the living room.

“Cho?”

The smell of smoke hits your nose. You peek into the kitchen to see him leaned up against the counter, blunt hanging from his mouth with his eyes closed. On the stove was a pot with the isle on low. His eyes peel open, holding his arms open. You hug him tightly, tucking your face into his chest. “I made you something to eat. Want some rice and stew?”

“Mhm…”

“..Im sorry for earlier.” He murmurs, arm wrapping around your body, fingers running through your hair. “…Could you tell me what I did to make you mad?”

You tuck your face farther, the hand in your hair pausing. “You don’t have to-“

“Haven’t talked to you in a week.” You mumble, “I was overthinking is all.”

“Overthinking?” Choso puts out the blunt in his ashtray, pulling your body back to look down at you.

“Yeah.. I know we’re not dating, but I got really used to your company and then it just went radio silent so I figured you wanted to go back to just strictly business or you figured I started catching feelings and was pulling away and-

“Slow down, princess.” He puts the blunt out in the ashtray on the counter. “One, I asked you if I could be your boyfriend before I left. Two, I also told you I’d be in the mountains for Yuji’s birthday week without service…You don’t remember?”

You stood frozen, searching your mind for the memory of two weeks ago. The last time you hung out with Choso before he left you’d tried something new he had got a hold of. “I…fuck I have to stop smoking.”

He laughs, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, you…really had me nervous.”

“Nervous enough to edge me?” You huff, reaching behind him for a bowl, your stomach growling.

“Because why the fuck would you even mention going to Sukuna-“

plug!choso who only buys you colourful papers because he knows you like pretty joints.

plug!choso who constantly reminds you that you’re his favourite customer.

plug!choso who loves to eat you out whenever you meet, no matter the place, only taking breaks to smoke.

plug!choso loves to have sex high, babbling on about how “it feels better” and that he can last longer.. he never does

plug!choso who initially let you suck his dick in exchange for a free blunt, not knowing that you wanted it just as much as he did.

plug!choso who likes to take his time while fucking you, staring down at your pussy with red, lidded eyes - gawking at the way your pussy swallows his cock.

plug!choso who becomes extremely pussydrunk whenever you fuck, tearing up and saying he loves you..?

plug!choso who doesn’t want any labels but still gets jealous whenever you bring up your ex!toji

and does anything he can to try take your mind off him with things like, sex.. sex and more sex.

“toji,” you say, trying not to laugh, “you cum a lot.”

“….the fuck did you just say?”

you can’t hold it anymore. you start giggling into his shoulder, “i’m being so serious, every single time it’s so much. last week i had to change the sheets twice, it was everywhere.”

toji stares at you for another second, “you little shit,” he mutters, but he’s grinning now. he grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. “complainin’ about my load? most girls would be thankin’ me.”

“i am not complaining,” you say, still laughing as you wrap your arms around his neck. “i’m just saying it’s a lot.”

his hands slide under your shirt, warm palms on your bare skin. “yeah? then maybe i should give you even more to talk about.”

he takes your shirt off and tosses it behind the couch. his mouth goes straight to your chest, sucking on your nipple while his hands grab your ass and pull you down against the hard bulge in his sweatpants.

your giggles turn into soft moans now as you rock your hips. his fingers push your shorts and panties to the side, two thick fingers sliding into you without warning.

“fuck—! baby mhmm shou—warn me first..”

“ooh my bad,” he says against your skin, “gotta bit excited.”

you ride his hand until you cum hard, clenching around his fingers as you scream his name nonstop. when he finally pulls his hand away he licks his fingers clean, eyes never leaving yours. “why’re you so yummy?”

you’re still catching your breath when he shoves his sweatpants down enough to free his cock.

“c’mere.”

you sink down on him slowly, both of you groaning as he stretches you open. toji is thick and big like that, and the fullness he gives you never disappoints. you start moving and rolling your hips, taking him deeper each time.

“honey jus— r-ride it yeahh.”

you lean in close and whisper, “you gonna cum a bunch again? gonna make a mess?”

he laughs, he likes when you talk dirty to him. “keep talking like that and i’ll make sure it’s dripping down your thighs for days.”

the pace gets faster, your skin slapping with his, your moans mixing with his grunts. he fucks up into you harder, hitting that spot he knows so well.

“yeah? you like that?” he reaches between you and rubs your clit again. “cum on my cock. lemme feel it.”

you cum again, crying out as your walls squeeze him tight. toji curses under his breath and follows right after pumping you full.

and yeah…. he really does cum a lot.

you can feel it right away, it’s hot and thick, spilling deep inside you. so much so that it starts leaking out around his cock almost immediately, running down his balls and onto the couch.

you stay sitting on him, both of you breathing hard. after a few seconds you start giggling again, forehead pressed to his shoulder.

“told you,” you mumble. “it’s actually ridiculous.”

toji chuckles, arms wrapping around you to keep you right there on his cock. “brat, round two’s coming and i’m not holding back this time.”

“wha—you were holding back?!”

Scream for Choso’s cream

cw: explicit, creampie obvi, how Cho deals w his loud girl especially when he’s got a thick huge cock.

Choso is quiet and reserved but when his girl is moaning, whimpering, and straight-up yelling his name loud enough to rattle the walls, he doesn’t try to shut her up. It’s his favorite fuckin’ thing.

“Missed you,” you whispered, already grinding against the front of his pants like you hadn’t been texting him filthy shit all afternoon.

Choso’s large hands settled on your bare ass, squeezing once as he walked you backward toward the bed. “No panties? Does that mean you’re gonna be loud again tonight, baby?”

You grinned against his neck. “Mhm, probably.”

He exhaled through his nose, half sigh, half defeated groan. “You always are.”

He picked you up, tossed you onto the bed, and followed as he shoved down his sweats. Strong thighs spread yours wide as he settled between them, one hand guiding that fat cockhead up and down your soaked slit. You rocked up against it shamelessly, a needy little whimper slipping out before you could stop it. “Already?” His voice was amused, but the way his fingers dug into your hips said he was just as impatient.

The first push in had you moaning immediately, “Choso—oh my god, it’s too much—fuck—!”

He bottoms out with a grunt, hips flush against you as your back arches hard, nails digging into his shoulders as you moaned loud enough for the neighbors to probably hear.

Choso’s dark eyes flicked to your face, fuck, he loved how you looked when he filled you and he loved testing how loud he could get you. He gave one experimental thrust, hard and deep, and you screamed, “Shit—yes—right there, baby—don’t stop—!”

Another thrust. Another loud, shameless moan. His hand slid up, covering your mouth gently, palm pressing over your lips as he started a steady, punishing rhythm. “Mmmph—!”

“Quiet,” he murmured, voice rough as his hips snap forward so hard his heavy balls slap against you. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

You moaned louder against his hand, eyes rolling back as he pounded you. The sound of his thick cock driving into your dripping pussy filled the room alongside your muffled cries.

Choso leaned down, mouth against your ear. “You never shut up when I fuck you like this. Always screaming for my cock.” His hips rolled, grinding deep, stirring you up. “Shit-t baby I love you so much.”

You bit his palm making him hiss but didn’t pull away. Instead he fucked you harder, bed creaking dangerously, one hand still muffling your obscene noises while the other pinned your thigh higher. Your muffled screams vibrated against his skin as tears of pleasure slipped from the corners of your eyes.

Choso watched every second of how you took every inch of his massive cock. “Mmmph—! Mmm—!” Your cries were still loud as hell even muffled, vibrating through his hand as your pussy gushed around him.

He suddenly pulled his hand off your mouth just long enough to shove two thick fingers past your lips instead. “Here suck, baby.”

You moaned around them instantly, sucking greedily as he kept railing you, “F-fuck, good girl,” he muttered. “Shit—baby, you’re s-so loud… ah—!” A groan slipped out of him as your pussy fluttered and squeezed his thick cock. He leaned down closer, forehead pressed to yours, dark hair falling into his eyes. “You gotta—ngh—be quieter. Please. I’m trying to—fuck—keep us from getting evicted.”

"fuuck," his gravelly voice filled your ears while he pounded inside you, the sticky sounds of his thighs hitting your ass filling the back of his van.

if someone told you a month ago that you finally had the chance to be under your dealer today, you'd laugh in their face. because choso has always been nonchalant back then. now though? now he was thrusting like it was his plan all along too.

the flash of his iphone showed even the sweat on your back, catching a glimpse of the smoke in the van, clear hint of hotbox. you were on the makeshift bed he put on the back of his van, moaning needily while taking his cock. you were so high and horny, mumbling 'daddy's and 'yes cho's in the air, barely audible in his video.

"this pussy's heaven," he grinned, grunting while he kept thrusting in you, recording the way your pussy was swallowing his cock completely. the base had a juicy ring from your wetness, and he was sure that this video was going to be his reason of quitting porn.

he was going to make his own album of porns with you from now on, high and vulnerable beneath him in his van.

"y'like daddy's cock sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice so deep and lazy that it made you clench. you moaned louder in agreement, and he gave a lazy spank on your ass. "mm.. thought so.."

"cho 'm gonna.. haah.." you moaned, peeking behind your shoulder. the flash of his phone made you squint, your half lidded and red pupils visible. he focused on your face, his thumb pressing inside your mouth. "gonna cum angel?" he murmured, and you sucked his thumb while nodding.

it was such a pornographic sight, really. you were his dream coming true. so high, so out of your mind, and so needy for his cock that you didn't even cared he was recording you. you'd probably say yes to whatever he asked and it was enough to make his cock twitch.

"cum then baby," he murmured, biting his lip behind the phone while watching your face through the screen, smudging your saliva on your own lips. you didn't needed to be told twice when you felt your orgasm hit you—eyes crossing prettily as you came hard around him.

"shit angel, gonna fill you up, okay?" he breathed while you babbled 'yes daddy's, the phone recording his cock now as he thrusted a slight bit faster, right before he came deep inside you. "fuuuckk.." he whispered; groaning as he recorded you milking him.

slowly pulling out, he kept you bended over, watching your pussy pulls around nothing and spurt out his thick cum. "we're gonna make a lotta videos baby, y'hear me?" he murmured, spanking and kneading your ass.

nerd!choso's voice is a low, studious murmur behind those thick black-rimmed glasses, his messy dark hair falling over his eyes as he leans closer to the open textbook between you two. the campus library’s quiet hum wraps around your corner table on the third floor—dusty shelves, faint scent of old paper, and the occasional distant cough from some other poor soul cramming. he’s been explaining the same damn metabolic pathway for twenty minutes now, pointer finger tracing diagrams like it’s the most important shit in the world. nerdy as hell, but fuck, the way his long fingers move makes your thighs press together under the table.

you’re not listening. not really. your foot slips out of your loafer and slides up his calf under the table, slow and teasing, toes brushing the hem of his baggy black jeans. choso stiffens instantly, those pretty violet eyes flicking up to yours mid-sentence. “—and the enzyme kinetics follow michaelis-menten, so if we—ah.” his breath catches when your foot climbs higher, pressing right against the growing bulge in his lap. “b-babe, focus. exam’s in two days.”

you bite your lip, all innocent-like, but your eyes are anything but. “you’re so hot when you talk science, choso. look at you… all serious and smart. makes me wanna climb across this table.” you cut him off smooth, voice dropping to a whisper that only he can hear. your foot rubs firmer now, feeling him twitch and thicken under the denim. poor guy’s cheeks flush deep red, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears, that scar across his nose standing out sharper.

he swallows hard, adam’s apple bobbing, trying to adjust his glasses like that’ll hide how hard he’s getting. “y-you’re distracting me. we need to finish this section.” but his voice cracks, betraying him. your toes curl against his cock, stroking the thick outline that’s now straining obscenely. choso’s thighs tense, one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other fumbles with the highlighter.

you sigh dramatically, squirming in your seat. your short pleated skirt rides up your thighs a little as you shift, crossing and uncrossing your legs so your foot can keep working him. “babeeee,” you whine softly, leaning in so your tits brush the table’s edge, nipples already pebbled under your thin top. “i want you. right now. this stupid project can wait… i can’t.”

choso’s eyes dart around the library—empty rows nearby, no one in sight for at least a few tables over. his blush deepens, but you see the way his pupils blow wide, that nerdy restraint cracking. “we can’t… not here. someone could—” he tries, voice a hushed rasp, but you just squeeze your foot against him harder, feeling a wet spot start to form where his tip’s leaking already. he groans low in his throat, biting it back. “fuck… okay. just… quiet. please.”

you grin, victorious. choso pushes his chair back just enough, those long legs spreading under the table as he sinks lower. slowly—so fucking slowly—he leans in first, one big hand cupping the back of your neck. his lips brush yours, soft at first, almost shy like the nerd he is. but then he deepens it, tongue sliding in lazy and wet, tasting like the mint gum he always chews during study sessions. quiet smacks fill the tiny space between you, his breath hot and shaky against your mouth. he pulls back just enough to nip your bottom lip, eyes half-lidded behind those glasses.

then he’s sliding down. choso’s tall frame folds awkwardly under the heavy wooden table, knees hitting the carpet as he disappears beneath your skirt. his hands—those big, veiny hands that were just pointing at equations—push your thighs apart gently but firmly. the cool library air hits your already damp panties, and you feel him hook two fingers into the crotch, tugging them to the side with a wet little sound.

“so pretty,” he mumbles, voice muffled under the fabric, breath ghosting over your slick folds. “already this wet for me? just from teasing?” his tongue comes out flat and broad, dragging a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit. you jolt, thighs twitching, but bite down hard on your lip to stay silent. the library’s too quiet—every tiny noise feels deafening.

choso doesn’t rush. he’s thorough, nerdy even in this. he laps at you like he’s studying every inch, mapping your pussy with that hot, wet muscle. slow circles around your clit first, then dipping lower to push inside your hole, tongue fucking in and out in shallow thrusts that make your walls clench greedily. “mmph—” you whimper, barely audible, one hand flying down to grip his hair under the skirt. his messy locks feel silky between your fingers as you tug, urging him deeper.

he grunts softly against your cunt, the vibration shooting straight to your core. those wide hands spread you wider, thumbs parting your puffy lips so he can bury his face fully. loud, obscene slurps echo quietly under the table—wet schlick-schlick-schlick as he sucks on your clit like it’s candy, then releases it with a pop before diving back in. his nose grinds against your mound, glasses probably fogging up and slipping down his face, but he doesn’t care. choso eats you like a starving man, tongue swirling, lips smacking, sucking up every drop of your slick like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

your free hand clutches the textbook edge, knuckles white, pretending to read while your hips rock subtly against his mouth. “choso—fuck,” you breathe, so low it’s almost nothing. but he hears, doubling down. one long finger joins his tongue, sliding into your dripping heat knuckle-deep, curling right against that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. he pumps it slow, then faster, adding a second when your walls flutter around him. the stretch is perfect—his fingers thicker than most guys’, calloused from all that pencil-gripping.

the sounds are filthy. your pussy’s so sloppy now, creaming all over his chin and those pretty scarred lips. he moans into you, low and needy, “taste so good, baby… so fuckin’ sweet. squeeze on my tongue like that—yeah.” his words vibrate right through you, pushing you closer. you’re squirming harder, skirt draped over his head like a curtain, thighs clamping around his ears as the pressure builds.

choso’s other hand sneaks up, palming your tit through your top, pinching the nipple just hard enough to make you gasp. he doesn’t stop devouring you—tongue flicking rapid over your clit while his fingers fuck in and out, curling, scissoring, stretching your tight walls. your juices drip down his wrist, soaking the sleeve of his hoodie, but he’s lost in it. nerdy choso, usually so composed, is making out with your cunt like it’s his last meal, groaning and slurping without shame under the table.

“close—‘m so close,” you whisper desperately, hips grinding down onto his face. he sucks your clit hard between his lips, humming, fingers speeding up with wet pap-pap-paps that echo too loud in the quiet library. your vision whites out, teeth sinking into your arm to muffle the moan as you cum—hard. pussy spasming around his digits, gushing slick all over his tongue. he drinks it all, lapping greedily through every pulse, not stopping until you’re trembling and oversensitive, whimpering his name like a prayer.

choso finally pulls back, face glistening with your mess, lips swollen and shiny. he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, glasses crooked, breathing ragged as he peeks up at you from under the table. “project’s not done yet,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and wrecked, that blush still burning. but his eyes are dark with promise, cock still straining in his jeans. “but… we can take a break. if you stay quiet.”

his tongue darts out to lick his lips again, already hungry for round two.

not even caring enough to take off your delicates first, he’ll continuously grind against your clothed clit. the color of the fabric is turning darker from the smeared pre cum that leaks from his tip.

he’ll even push your panties to the side from time to time. then, sliding his length between your wet folds just to make you think he’ll give in to how needy you've gotten, but he doesn't. he goes back to rubbing himself against your soaked panties, earning a whiny plea from your lips.

choso would watch you with greed as he makes a mess of your panties, even mocking the way you're begging him to fuck you.

“cho! cho! please!” he taunts, “what? can’t take it?”

he slaps his cock against your clothed leaky opening, enjoying the way your whole body flinches when he does that— it's his favorite.

it doesn't matter to him whether he gets to bury himself inside you or if he’ll have to get off on stroking himself against your sticky panties, he knows he can make you cum either way.

and that's just enough for him. what a pervert…

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the water laps warm around your waist as you surface for the last time, lungs burning, arms heavy from the final set he pushed you through. suguru stands at the edge of the pool, dark hair slicked back from the spray, towel slung low on his hips like he knew this was coming. his eyes track you the whole way, slow and heavy, the kind of look that says he’s been counting every stroke you gave him tonight.

“good girl,” he murmurs when you reach the wall, voice low enough that it barely carries over the quiet hum of the filtration system. one hand reaches down, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up. “you did exactly what i asked. every lap. no complaints.”

“i’ll need to practice more,” your chest is still heaving when he crouches, forearms resting on his thighs, close enough that you can smell the faint chlorine mixed with whatever soap he uses. he doesn’t rush. just watches the way your swimsuit clings, the way your nipples have tightened from the cool air hitting wet skin. his thumb brushes your lower lip once, almost absentmindedly.

“come here.”

you don’t even think about arguing. you push off the wall and he hauls you up like you weigh nothing, water sluicing down your body as he sets you on the tiled edge. his palms slide up your thighs, spreading them without ceremony, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just below the hem of your suit. the pool deck is empty, lights dimmed for after-hours, but the risk still sits low in your belly like a live wire.

“sugu..”

“shh,” he leans in, mouth hot against the inside of your knee. “you earned this,” he says, breath ghosting higher. one finger hooks the crotch of your swimsuit, tugging it aside with a wet sound that makes your face heat. “my perfect little swimmer. always so good and fucking tight for me after practice.”

the first press of his cock is slow, deliberate, the thick head nudging through slick folds already embarrassingly wet from more than just pool water. you gasp at the stretch, hands flying to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch, water still dripping from his hair onto your chest. he bottoms out with a quiet grunt, hips flush to yours, and stays there for a second, letting you feel every ridge, every pulse.

“breathe,” he reminds you, voice rougher now. his hands grip your ass, holding you open as he starts to move, shallow rolls at first that make the water ripple around your joined bodies. each thrust pushes you back against the cool tile, the contrast of hot cock and cold edge making your toes curl.

he fucks you steady, unhurried, like he’s got all night to ruin you. the sound is shameless, wet skin slapping, your soft whimpers echoing off the high ceiling. every time he drags out, the head of his cock catches just right, and when he pushes back in he grinds deep, hips circling to press against that spot that makes your vision spark white.

“look at you,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. one hand leaves your ass to slip between you, thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. “taking your reward so well. gonna come on my cock right here where anyone could walk in?”

your thighs tremble around his waist. he doesn’t speed up, just keeps that same relentless rhythm, deep and thorough, thumb stroking tight circles until your back arches and the orgasm crashes over you without warning. you clench around him, a broken moan spilling out, and he groans low in his throat, fucking you through it with a few more hard snaps of his hips before he stills, spilling hot inside you.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just stays buried, breathing hard against your neck, one hand stroking soothingly down your spine as the water settles around you both.

having a baby with the president of the most infamous frat on campus was not a part of any of your plans.

he wasn't even your boyfriend. despite how many times he tried to tell his frat bros he still had dibs on you.

"dude, stop staring at my girlfriend's tits," gojo huffed, smacking sukuna in the back of the head as you glared up at both of them, curled up in the corner of a ratty couch while your four month old latched onto your left nipple, greedy little fingers digging into your breast.

like he could talk when he was gawking right there with them.

"i'm not your girlfriend," you reminded him, brows furrowed tight before you glanced back down at the chubby baby in your arms. the soft tufts of white sticking up and sleepy blue eyes that made sure you'd never be able to forget where she came from.

god, you didn't know how the hell you ended up raising your infant in an apartment across from their frat house. okay, maybe you did, and maybe it involved a few too many body shots and getting your thong shoved to the side by a pretty playboy. who, apparently, bought the wrong size condom.

you were just the unlucky girl it broke for.

"you could be my wife," gojo unhelpfully flirted right as your daughter popped off your swollen tit, blinking slowly like she was about to fall back asleep.

"i'll pass," you deadpanned, carefully fixing your unfortunately milk-stained bra back in place over your sore nipple without disturbing her.

you already had a baby. you didn't need a husband too.

even if she'd been an accident, you adored your daughter. you just weren't the biggest fan of her father.

you had no interest starting a relationship with him when he'd lose interest eventually. find someone more exciting to chase. who didn't have stretch marks and didn't go to parties anymore.

gojo paid for your place. spoiled his daughter. came over himself or had the few actually responsible frat brothers stop by to babysit her when you had to go to class and couldn't take her.

but you refused to let him in your bed.

no matter how much he begged.

"please." literally.

even if you were sometimes tempted. even if okay, maybe once or twice, or, uh, a handful of times, you might have joined him on the couch since he knocked you up. and uh, since you had her.

"don't you have, like, an internship to go to?" you asked, arching up an eyebrow as his tattooed friend nudged him with his elbow.

"he's already late," sukuna tch-ed, adding fuel to the fire like you were too oblivious to realize he was just trying to be alone with you too. he was the one who showed up with food he claimed he'd just accidentally ordered extra of, ditching parties to come with you to the closest park to push her around in a stroller when she wouldn't sleep.

"i'll just tell my dad i was spending time with my girls," he huffed, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

having a baby had only made his life easier.

his parents promised him a higher position in their company after college, letting him work whatever hours he wanted for now, just to take care of the two of you. while you were struggling to just finish your classwork to get your own degree so you wouldn't need him to do it anyway.

there was a knock on the door, and all it took was a single sharp look directed his way for gojo to scramble to answer it, although he immediately groaned when he saw who it was.

"i thought you had class," gojo complained, and you tilted your head enough to catch a glimpse of dark hair.

"thought you had work," geto cooly replied, walking past him to join you on the couch after slipping his shoes off by the door. his smile was easy, one corner curled up higher at the other as his soft eyes shifted from your face down to your daughter's, reaching out to touch her tiny fist.

her long lashes fluttering as her fingers wrapped around one of his, squeezing tight as she finally dozed off.

"so you decide to come over to what? play step daddy to my baby?" gojo whined, like he was the baby.

"uh-huh," geto hummed, bangs falling in his face as he scooted closer to you on the couch, one of his muscled thighs pressing against yours.

you bit your lip to hold back a laugh.

they all talked a big game. but you knew they'd lose interest eventually.

wouldn't they?

"i'm banning you from being here," gojo pouted, geto remaining unfazed as he glanced back up at you with amusement glittering in his eyes.

"am i banned?" he asked you instead, ignoring his best friend, who literally looked like he was two seconds from strangling him.

"will you keep cooking for me?" you softly murmured, keeping your voice quiet enough to not wake your daughter.

"anything you want," geto promised, and perhaps, you did get a little joy in pissing your baby daddy off, because you were already bobbing your head up and down.

"you're not banned," you answered, knowing gojo wouldn't argue with you when he'd spent the past thirteen months desperate to win you over.

"sweetheart," he started, but geto shushed him.

"the baby's asleep, satoru," geto scolded him.

"stop acting like you're gonna give my baby a sibling, suguru," gojo snapped back at him, nose scrunching up like it was taking everything in him not to prey him off of you by the collar off his shirt.

all they were giving you was a headache.

you guessed it could be worse though.

at least you weren't pregnant again.

right?

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“baby…” his voice is wrecked, “baby wake up.”

you don’t stir right away. he swallows, throat dry—it's physically hurting so bad.

“please.” louder this time, cracked. his hand slides under the blanket, finds your hip, squeezes like he’s anchoring himself. “need you so bad it hurts.”

you mumble something sleepy, shifting just enough that your ass presses back against him. he chokes on air.

“fuck—don’t do that,” he hisses, but he’s already canting his hips again, rutting slow and shameless. the friction makes his balls ache worse. “baby… wake up. please. can’t—can’t sleep like this.”

his fingers slip under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down just enough to bare the cleft of your ass. he groans at the sight even in the dark—soft, warm, perfect. his cock jumps hard in his boxers.

“been leaking for you for hours,” he mutters, voice thick. “dripping all over myself thinking about your pussy. need to be inside you. need it now.”

you finally blink awake, groggy, voice slurred. “cho…? oh okay."

he doesn’t let you finish. his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard enough to bruise while his hand yanks your shorts lower.

“sorry,” he breathes against your skin, not sorry at all. “couldn’t wait. hurts so fucking bad. please—just let me put it in. just the tip. i’ll be good.”

you’re still half asleep but your body knows him—thighs parting on instinct, a sleepy little hum leaving you. that’s all the permission he needs.

he shoves his boxers down just enough, cock springing free—thick, flushed dark, tip shiny and swollen, a fat bead of precum dripping down the shaft. he grips himself, smears the head through your folds, coating himself in you.

“so wet already,” he groans like it’s killing him.

he notches at your entrance, pushes in slow until he’s buried to the hilt. the stretch makes you gasp, makes him shudder hard against your back.

“fuck—tight,” he pants, hips stuttering. “so fucking tight. missed this pussy.”

he doesn’t thrust right away. just stays deep, grinding in slow circles, letting you feel every thick vein, every pulse. his hand slides up under your shirt, cups your tit, thumb brushing your nipple while he mouths at your shoulder.

“gonna fuck you slow,” he whispers, voice shaking. “gonna fill you up. been dreaming about pumping you full all night.”

then he starts moving—lazy, deep rolls of his hips, dragging out every stroke so he can feel your walls flutter around him. wet sounds fill the quiet room—his balls slapping softly against you, your slick coating his cock, dripping down your thighs.

one hand slips between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing messy little circles while he keeps that slow, punishing grind.

“cum on it,” he pleads, voice raw. “need to feel you squeeze me. need it so bad—gonna cum the second you do. been edged all night thinking about breeding you.”

his thrusts get sloppier, harder to control. he’s whining now, desperate sounds against your neck.

“please baby, let me cum inside. want to feel it drip out of you tomorrow.”

you clench around him hard and he breaks. his hips slamming forward in a fast pace, burying himself as deep as he can while he spills. thick, hot ropes painting your insides, so much it leaks out around his cock even while he’s still pulsing.

he doesn’t pull out. just stays seated, cock softening inside you, arms wrapping tight around your waist.

“thank you,” he mumbles, lips brushing your shoulder. “love you. so fucking much.”

"love you too cho." he’s already half-asleep again, still buried deep, cum slowly leaking out around him, warm and sticky between your thighs.

“g’night, baby,” he slurs, nuzzling closer. “don’t move. wanna sleep like this.”

( mdni. cw: arranged marriage!au, hurt/comfort, age gap, size kink, praise kink, oral (f. rec), fingering, creampie )

you didn’t choose him.

and truthfully, neither did he.

your families had known each other for decades— tangled up in promises, contracts, and unpaid debts. it was never about love, or even choice. everything had already been decided long before you were old enough to understand what it meant. you weren’t even given time to mourn the death of your autonomy. no arguments, no bargaining. only your father’s voice, stern and tired, eyes dull with the weight of duty, saying, “he’ll protect you. you’ll be taken care of.”

those were the final words that sealed your fate.

and just like that, you became mrs. fushiguro.

the wedding passed in a haze of stiff silk and tense silence. you wore white, he wore black. no one smiled. at least, not in any way that felt genuine. even the photographer didn’t bother faking it. you recited your vows without ever meeting his eyes— the rings felt heavier than they should’ve. there was no kiss. just the sound of distant applause and the quiet, sinking feeling that nothing about this was truly yours.

you know you're probably reaching for the stars by flirting with him everyday, clinging to him and rubbing up on him and telling him you're aching and empty and only he could fix it. you know he likes you too, but he's playing hard to get. he keeps warning you, "back off, kid. you're not getting any dick from me."

and you whine and mope about after him, annoyed by the refusal. "but why?"

he scoffs and returns to his task. "already told you. im gonna break you."

and you keep pushing him, giving him eyes and wrapping your arms around his middle so his attention is back on you. "but i want you to break me, please... i know what i want."

and he just shakes his head and picks you up, setting you away from him again and telling you to go play house with someone your size. oh, and that gets to you. fine, if he keeps turning you down, you'll make him chase you by flirting with one his closest friends in front of his face.

the friend is just way too easy, melting at your attention the way he never does. you're almost instantly bored, but you keep your expression bright and flirtatious so it seems like you're having fun. obviously, the man didn't think you'd actually go run off and try to sleep with someone else, because you always ignore him when he tells you to run along and you keep clinging and pouting up at him with your wide eyes and soft lips. and so when he sees you starting to walk off to somewhere private with none other than his closest friend, he loses his shit.

grabs you by the nape of the neck and scowls at his buddy. "they're done here." he snarls, then steers you away like a misbehaving puppy so he can give you the dick you want so bad. you're not getting it from anyone but him. he doesn't care. he's not nonchalant enough to act like he won't be affected by you fucking someone else, but his friend?? fuck no. he'd probably throw up due to jealousy if he had to hear the details about how his friend fucked you.

he corrals you all the way to his home and into his bed, gets you nice and wet by teasing your predictably tight, small hole for hours until you're squirming and begging for him to just fuck you already. a grave mistake.

he finally lets you see the cock he's been warning you about for ages now, and... he wasn't exaggerating. it's long, hitting his belly with a wet thud, leaking thick rivulets of cream along the flared, swollen tip and down his fat, curved shaft. he's going to fill you to the fucking hilt, without a doubt. "w-wait, we should probably-" you try to backtrack, but he's not having it, shoving your legs open as wide as they'll go and cramming his cock into you inch by inch, watching how your pretty hole stretches around his girth and swallows it up.

he groans the closer he gets to bottoming out, and once he does, balls hitting your puffy folds with a juicy, slick sound, he sees the fucked out look on your face, drool slipping down your chin from your parted lips and your eyes rolled back. just one thrust and you're already fucked dumb. pathetic.

"told you you couldn't handle me, you stupid thing." he tuts, drawing all the way out until nothing but his tip is left in you, then he slams back in, causing you to jolt and cry out, before he begins his punishing pace, pounding into you with no remorse. "but you didn't listen. riled me up and tried to fuck my friend, and now you're getting punished."

you cry out and babble his name, body bouncing on his bed as he fucks into you, your belly protruding just a smidge each time he stuffs you up balls deep. he's big enough to hit your cervix each time, tip kissing your womb roughly and rubbing against your cervix muscles, causing little gusts of slick to squirt out of your poor hole. he's hitting that sweet spot that makes you leak uncontrollably.

he bullies his cock into you, fucking you from above with one hand around your throat and the other on your hip, using you like a toy to drag you down onto his cock to meet his rough thrusts. you're loud, too. having zero care if you get caught or not, because all you care about is how good he's fucking you. how his curved cock fills every inch of space within your velvety walls.

he gropes your chest roguishly, playing with your puffy nipples until they get all firm and swollen, then pinches them when theyre at peak sensitivity, rolling the buds around his rough fingertips. when his other hand releases its grip from your neck to play with your clit, pushing back the hood to bring out your stiff clit and pushing and pinching it in tandem with your nipples, you can't hold back anymore, screaming his name and clamping down around him to cum around his cock. he hisses as you squeeze him tight enough to practically wring the cum out of him, and he hilts himself inside you, pouring his thick load right into your womb.

of course a man his size would also have a huge load, and you watch in disbelief as your stomach curves just slightly from how much cum he's filled you with. you're stuffed and fucked out, having gone weak from so much stimulation and being fucked by such a big dick. but he's not even close to being done with you.

he has to make up for all that time you spent bothering him and insisting you could handle him with no problem.

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