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recent: making out with choso

you were having such a shit day. oh my gosh. you decided you were going grocery shopping, but as soon as you stepped out of the house, you get chased by a dog. you go to the store, and your money gets stuck in a kiosk. you didn’t even get a refund! then a homeless person robbed you! what the fuck bro

so you decide to get some ice cream. yum. in a cone. yum. you get home, and as soon you as you walk in, the ice cream drops off the cone onto the floor.

you lost your shit. you started whining hysterically over the ice cream. like genuinely crashing out. you’re throwing yourself against the walls and everything.

luckily, your boyfriend is here to save the day. or ruin it, considering you’re dating sukuna.

“hello? why the hell are you screaming?”

you look up at him with teary eyes as he approached you, grabbing onto your shoulders and keeping you steady. his big hands brought you comfort despite his fucking obnoxious way of asking “what’s wrong?”

he noticed the ice cream. he hums. “reasonable. you can still eat it.”

“‘kuna! that’s fucking disgusting!”

“remind me to never help you.”

you let yourself fall into his chest, whining and crying over your day, while he awkwardly strokes your hair and listens to you ramble away.

“kuna you know what this means?” you say, pushing yourself off of him. “now I gotta suck your dick! since my ice cream is gone, your dick is the only thing i can lick!”

he rose a brow, a bit confused at this equation. “what the hell are you talking about, woman? why the hell should you give me head if you're having a shit day?”

“dude pleaaaase,”

he holds your cheeks firmly, looking at you with serious expression. “lock the fuck in. only i can say when you suck my dick or not. you are better than a bad day. stop letting some fuckass day get to you. you’re strong. kinda.”

you take in his words. he’s right. you aren’t like this. you reflect on your actions. just because you had a few misfortunes throughout your day doesn’t mean you should submit into such a pathetic being. you wipe your tears, take a deep breath, and wrap your arms around him.

“thanks kuna.”

he hummed, squeezing your shoulder.

“you can suck my dick tho if the offers still up.”

“shut the fuck up”

tysm<3! you have to select your text and select the option that looks like this: <s>!

(*) means nsfw !

─ ݁ jujutsu kaisen

choso kamo: making out with choso,* ditching the party* , next-door handyman*

suguru geto: when suguru’s soft during sex*, cooking for suguru, you play roblox while suguru feeds you

you sat against the headboard on your nintendo, humming to the cheery background tune in the new tomodachi life demo. you were customizing you and your boyfriend into the game, so there choso lied on your chest, messing with one of the many scattered plushies on the bed and listening to your mindless commentary on the game.

“i completely forgot our heights sh– ohmigosh, i'm dancing. wait, stop, stop dancing. i can’t do the heights, tell her to stop what the hell.”

but choso wasn’t fully there. his bare chest was flushed against your waist, his cheek against your rising and falling chest, and your bare legs were entangled with his as if you were one. of course he was turned on right now. he couldn’t help it when he’s so close to you.

he wanted your hands in his hair, your gaze upon him, your attention solely his—safe to say he was needy. he was restless, taking staggering breaths as he tried to allow the feeling to pass. his efforts were obviously futile, as his cock was hard against the bed, throbbing at every shift. his hand left the plushie, grazing over your thigh, watching the goosebumps appear across your skin. he could hear your breath hitch, your finger twitching, but your eyes stayed glued to the game.

“baby,” he murmured softly, barely above a whisper. he rose, hovering over your body, his brows furrowed with pleading eyes. his hands trailed up your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours before slowly removing the nintendo from your hands.

his lips pecked your cheek, traveling to the corners of your lips, “can’t you put this down for a second?”

your protests were weak( if there was any tbh) , “cho, i was making you…”

“but i’m right here?”

“smartass, i mean-“

before you knew it, his lips greedily latched onto yours, pulling you into a deep and desperate kiss. his tongue immediately slid into your mouth, twirling around yours.

he lifted your leg, resting it on his hip and placing a knee between them. you could feel his erection pulsating against you, teasing the inner corners of your thighs. you ate up his eager whimpers as his hands trekked up your thighs, slipping under your shorts and gripping your ass, leaving the area aching and red. his other hand found its way under your shirt, groping your breasts, rolling your buds between his two fingers. you squirmed under his touch, hands clinging to and scratching his biceps as you moaned pathetically into his mouth.

he broke this kiss for barely a second before swooping back in, devouring you whole, completely drunk of your taste. his hands left your nipple, instead holding the back of your head and pushing you deeper into the kiss. slick built up in your panties, soaking through and leaving a wet patch. lewd, wet smacking sounds filled the room as salvia dripped down his chin.

you could feel yourself growing hotter at the moment, feeling sweat build up between you two. before you died of overheating, he broke the kiss. a sinful string of salvia between your tongues followed for a split second before detaching.

both of your pupils were blown out, heaving and panting like dogs in heat. your fingers grew weak against his arms. “mm...ok, i’ll put the game down.”