mama

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after the last time choso “tutored” you he wasn’t exactly hard to figure out. quite frankly, he’s a complete idiot. he doesn’t talk much and every social cue flies over his head.

unlike you.

open about the things you like, while no one has a clue about him besides the fact that he’s at the top of his class. mysterious much, huh?

after classes ended you found yourself at choso’s door, brimming with excitement. today was the day you received your test scores back, all the hard work he put into helping you study paid off and you wanted to tell him.

and when he opened the door to his dorm room, holy fuck. you swore you were looking at a completely different person. his hair scuffed up as if he just got out of bed and his sweats hanging low, boxers visible. he might as well be naked. only thing telling you otherwise was the warm light of the desk lamp and pulled out desk chair.

you couldn’t help but grin when you held the paper up to him, overflowing with joy— waiting to hear what he had to say.

he pushes up his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, giving you an eye smile. “i’m proud of you.” his expression was warm and you knew it was genuine. “you did really well this time around,” he exclaimed.

at this point you’re practically vibrating with excitement, rambling about how this was your highest test grade this semester— he listens.

“thank you, chosooo” you coo at him, dragging his name off your tongue too long, it almost gave him a sense of deja vu. pulling him into a hug, you realize he didn’t expect it when he took a few seconds to fully relax in your embrace—that’s when you felt it. something hard, fat, thick, poking against your lower stomach.

“choso?” you giggle as your eyes shoot down to look at his pants giving himself away without words.

“i’m sorry, it’s not like tha—“

“let me help you. it’s okay, cho”

“nono—i’m sorry! i really need to f-finish my homework. I didn’t mean for this to happen, i-i don’t want you to—like, think that—like, i only want you t-to—”

“but, i want to help you.” you pout.

“m-my homework—it’s due tomorrow.” his hands move on its own to cover his face out of embarrassment. poor baby.

“ya’know, you’re good at multitasking, right chosooo?”

you’re starting to think this dude's got a thing for himself with the way he gets off on the way you say his name. and he’s starting to think you’re torturing him— knowing how to make him break character, turning him into a loud mess unlike the person he tends to think he is.

cockwarming… he’s never tried it. well, let’s be honest…choso hasn’t tried much at all. the most he’s ever done was have sex at least once in his life. boring, missionary, blah blah blah. then again, it was probably luck when his brother dragged him to a party once, he swore he’d never go back to another one. but now that you’re around, it seems you’ve introduced him to things he never knew could send his consciousness to another planet.

so, when he’s sat at his desk, your weigh fully onto him, he melts.

his face flushed and the heat of his body pouring onto you as his brain tries to focus on the sheet of paper he’s tasked to finish.

trying to finish his homework with the warmth of your leaky cunt soooo snug around his cock. he didn’t think it was too bad for the first 5 minutes—yet, when your head rests right by his ear and he listens to the way your breathing starts to pick up every few minutes… he becomes greedy with the want to hear you tell him how good he is, just like last time.

“please—just move a little bit…” there’s a hint of desperation in his voice and the pencil in his hand trembles as he attempts to write another number in the equation he’s soooo focused on solving at this moment.

“mh-mmh” you hum. “not until you’re finished.”

he groans into the crook of your neck, eyes off his paper and they’re closed shut. his hand is still trembling to hold up the pencil, like he’s going to cry if you don’t plan on moving anytime soon.

“…please?” he breathes against your neck. his fingers slipping down to your hips. his sorry attempt to hold back the urge to buck his hips— just to relieve the ache of his twitchy tip against your walls. his breathing starts to spiral with just the thought of you moving in the slightest .

depriving him of that pleasure, you shake your head ‘no’ and he whimpers. desperation fully laces through his voice and he’s almost crying with need. his lips start to trail onto your neck, soft kisses filled with persuasion is how he begs when he can’t bring his eyes to.

“focus…” you hiss. he lets out a groan—half growl almost, he doesn’t take his lips off you. his teeth sink into your neck only to leave little bruises to remind you tomorrow, ‘choso was here’.

“i-I can’t do this” his lips are swollen and glossy with you. “please, move” he pleads, again. “i need to hear you—please—talk to me.” you can’t help smiling. the sadistic part of you enjoying the way he begs when he’s denied .

his lips making its way up, kisses on your cheek before his lips crash onto yours, hungrily. exchanging his breath with yours like he’s never kissed someone a day his life, his lips sloppy. it’s even worse when he feels the slight brush of your tongue against his— his cries muffled by your lips before he pulls off his slicked lips from yours.

“pleasepleaseplease—it’s t-too much. s’warm, i-i need to feel you” he’s starting to almost frustrate you, he just won’t listen, but you can’t say you aren’t enjoying this, at least until…

he’s looking up at you with drool trickling down his chin from the side of his lips and he can’t shut his mouth. “ahh—fuck—just a little—please.. move“ he begs you with no regard for how thin the dorms walls are.

your hand twitches, “…finish the equation, or I won’t move, cho” you compromise, but he’s greedy.

“please—let me—“ you feel the sudden movement of his hips pushing into you and your hand moves on instinct with a loud slap!

he lets out a loud moan, making the gasp that left your mouth sound anything but loud. his tongue presses against his cheek where a red mark appears on his face. the stinging of your palm reminding you of what you just did.

“choso! i’m so sorry—“ you panic, placing your hand onto the spot where you struck him. “are you oka—“ then you feel the heat pooling underneath you, his hips pulsing up, cock twitching inside of you and the muscles in his thighs tensed. he actually… just came.

“choso, did you just cum?” it’s a sticky mess between the two of you, his cock still nestled so deep between your folds. his breath shutters, his chest heaves, and his tears spill.

“thankyouthankyou—fuck!—m-more..please” he whines, chest heavy like he won’t be able to breathe without it.

he enjoys this?

he paints corruption at it’s finest so painfully beautiful.

a/n: after this, I must not be right in the head. nerdcho hate to see me coming. more like this! ᥫ᭡

word count: 1.2k!

roommate!nerd!cho babbles total filth to himself in a messy, breathless whimper as he pulls his pants down. he wraps your pink underwear tight around his shaft and starts jerking off. "oh my god—you smell so good," he groans, his glasses getting all foggy from his hot breath. "i'm so sorry—fuck—i'm such a disgusting freak... but haah—want you so bad." he strokes himself faster and faster while picturing your body, until he blows a huge, messy load right inside your underwear, completely ruining them.

roommate!nerd!cho realizes there is no way he can wash the sticky stains out without you finding out. shaking and sweaty, he hides his ruined prize in the very back of his desk drawer, tucked behind his computer parts where you'll never look.

roommate!nerd!cho gets totally hooked after that first time. doing laundry isn't a chore anymore; it’s his favorite part of the week. he starts offering to carry the baskets just to sneakily look through your clothes. soon, he steals a black silk thong, and then a pair of white boy-shorts with a tiny red bow on them.

roommate!nerd!cho gets greedy one weekend when you stay overnight at a friend's place. being all alone in the apartment makes him bold, and he steals two pairs at once: a sheer lavender mesh pair and some comfy grey cotton ones you usually wear to sleep.

roommate!nerd!cho uses both at the same time to get off. he wraps the tight lavender mesh around the bottom of his dick for friction, while keeping his face buried in the grey cotton. he actually licks the middle of the grey pair, trying to taste you, whimpering and begging for the real thing while he messes up another pair of your clothes.

roommate!nerd!cho starts worrying that you'll notice your underwear is missing. to keep you from getting suspicious, he carefully hand-washes the cleaner ones in his bathroom sink, dries them in his room, and sneaks them back into your clean basket. but he never gives back his favorites—especially the ones that smell the most like you.

And he'd start flexing the muscles of his leg, making sure you really feel the pressure in between your sloppy folds. The whole act makes his cock ache and throb beneath the confines of his boxers but for right now, he couldn't care less. Not when he's got you moaning from his leg alone and making the filthiest expressions even as you complained about how much you "hated" this.

"C'mon, admit it. You're just as into this as I am," Suguru purrs, as if he can't literally feel the way you're sobbing all over his leg—slick dripping down his skin and wetting up all of his thigh. You were literally leaving a trail of arousal on his leg right now so it's not like you could sit there and try to play it off like you didn't agree to do this in the first place. "You're glaring at me like your pussy's not leaking all over the place right now."

You grit your teeth and let your eyes shoot elsewhere. You so desperately wanted to argue him down and deny deny deny the fact that you were actually about to cum from this but, of course, you couldn't exactly do that. Especially not with the way Suguru presses his thumb against your clit just as you roll your hips forward.

"Fuck-," You gasped before your forehead was meeting his shoulder and you began grinding harder against him.

"Uhuh, thereee she is. There's my slutty girl," Suguru taunts—again, as if he didn't place you here himself—a lazy smirk drawing itself onto his flawless features. Then he's turning his lips to your ear and moving both of his hands back to your hips to drag you against him slower, "I missed you like this, baby. So fuckin' needy against me."

You can't help the way your cunt clenches against his thigh when he says that. Not to mention the way he angles your hips to slip backwards and how he motions his leg up and rubs against your clit again. "Goddamnit, Suguru. This.. ah-, this isn't what I w-wanted." You manage to complain as you fight the fluttering of your lashes.

"Yeahh? Poor girlll." Suguru chastises against the crown of your ear. You feel the way his warm breath tickles your skin and he decides to taunt you further with a mean smack to your ass, making you jump a bit in surprise. He scoffs, " You wanted to ride my cock sooo badly, didn't you?"

Groaning again, "You know I did," You whine as your back arches a bit.

Suguru merely cocks his head to the side and looks down at the way you're clinging to him.

He could feel every twitch and nasty trickle of arousal that poured out against his leg so, it's only natural that he flashes that sly knowing smile again, "Oh, is that why you're cumming on my leg right now?"

Sometimes you hated how well he knew your body.

The way he could feel you getting even messier against him was almost more annoying than the situation itself. So, you end up searing into his shoulder, "Shut up-"

"You don't want me to," Suguru cuts off rudely, and of course his smile widens when he hears the sloppy squelch your cunt makes in reaction. "Not with the way I can feel that pussy dripping allll over me. Fuuuck, lean back, pretty girl. I wanna see her."

Do you deny Suguru? Of course not. You don't think you've ever denied this man of anything in your entire life and you damn sure weren't about to start now.

Your upper half leans back oh-so-gorgeously and you catch the way his cock jumps in reaction. Now that makes you smile, hands going back to keep yourself propped up perfectly on his leg as your eyes lowered on the sight of your starved boyfriend and your hips picked up their pace.

Suguru tips his head to the side slowly and his hands dance up and down your body slowly, "So perfect f'me." He whispers, trailing those violet eyes down your figure and pressing his leg up again jsut to watch your folds part nastily, cunt aching against him. "God, maybe I should've put you on my cock instead..."

"Ya' think?" You huff, earning a telling look from him.

"Don't get smart with me, you'd need me to stretch you out on my fingers before that anyway." Suguru argues, scoffing at your confidence. He maneuvers a hand to your ass before lifting you up ever so slightly to catch sight of the sticky muddle of cum you've left there. "Mmh..." He hums deeply, "Can't think of a single time you've taken every inch of me without complaints."

Then he sets you back down and smacks your ass again. To which you're left gasping before a sneaky smile sparks across your lips, "Moaning isn't complaining by the way. Not my fault you're fuckin' huge."

Suguru knew what you were doing when you said that.

Hell, his cock was practically crying to feel you by this point, leaking whorishly against his sweats. He tries to play it off by clearing his throat and raising a brow, "Are you talking like that on purpose so you can get what you want outta' me?"

Your smile widens, "Maybe."

You knew you had him now.

Hence why he scoffs almost immediately and rolls his eyes all sassily before saying, "Well, it's working. Lift those fuckin' hips."

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That was when Toji moved. His brows furrowed and jaw clenched, followed by a flick of his tongue. Your nipple visibly stiffened in his mouth, and his eyes cracked open lazily until he realized he wasn’t alone with you. That someone else was there. Touching you.

Toji’s head lifted slightly off your chest, lips slick and smug. His voice came out low and raspy from sleep. “the fuck are you doin' here?”

Gojo grinned like a devil caught red-handed. “enjoying the view.”

Toji sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes with one hand and cupping your breast with the other, entirely shameless. “you really couldn’t give it one damn day, huh?”

“You’re literally suckling her like a baby cow and somehow I’m the problem?”

"She was cold."

“You’re inside a fuckin' blanket, bro! I saw you snuggling her.”

"Yeah, 'cause I can."

Gojo scoffed and leaned in further, his hand now boldly resting between your thighs. “and you think you’re the only one who can, daddy dearest?”

Toji's eyes narrowed. “move your hand.”

Gojo’s smile widened. “make me.”

Your sleepy sigh interrupted the stare-down. You squirmed slightly, still hazy and caught between their bodies. One warm heavy hand on your breast. Another slowly stroking your thigh. What did you wake up into?

Your fingers curled into the blanket. Toji noticed. Gojo definitely noticed.

“…She’s awake,” Gojo said, eyes lighting up like a christmas tree. “aren’t you, sweet thing?”

You barely managed a small nod, eyes fluttering open. Still caught in the haze of sleep and the scent of both of them—musk and whatever cologne Toji didn’t bother to wash off.

Gojo kissed the side of your neck, slow and soft, whispering, “poor thing. surrounded first thing in the morning.”

Toji leaned down to press a hot, slow kiss to your collarbone. “you gonna tell him to fuck off?”

You didn't answer. All that came out was a muffled groan as you buried your face deeper into the pillow, already exhausted by them and whatever ridiculous argument they'd decided to start before sunrise.

Unfortunately, silence had never stopped Gojo before. A grin tugged at his mouth immediately.

"See?" he said, sounding far too pleased with himself. "she's not gonna say no. she never does. she looovesss me."

Toji rolled his eyes so hard it was almost audible. One arm tightened around your waist for a second before he muttered, "you're such a mouthy little shit."

Gojo's grin only widened. "and you're jealous."

Toji’s hand dropped between your legs again, and you gasped.

“Oh look,” Gojo cooed, “gotta stake your claim again?”

Toji growled low in his throat. “touch her again like you own her and I’ll break your fingers.”

Apparently neither of them stopped. If anything, it got worse. Gojo nuzzled into your neck, rubbing himself against your back, while Toji kept groping and stroking, pretending Gojo wasn’t there at all.

“You’re really gonna let him keep touching you?” Gojo taunted.

“You’re really gonna keep acting like you’re part of this relationship?” Toji shot back, not even sparing a glance at him.

Your eyes moved from one to the other, and a slow groan built in your chest. Seriously? You'd barely been awake for a minute and they were already at it. It was too early for this shit.

The grin on Gojo’s face turned downright unbearable. “baby,” he murmured, turning his attention back to you. “who do you want kissing you first this morning?”

You tried to speak, but the words melted on your tongue when Toji sucked on your nipple again, this time harder.

"She just woke up. quit yappin' for a second,” Toji mumbled around your skin.

“Oh, she loves my voice,” Gojo laughed, now kissing down your shoulder. “don’t you, princess?”

You moaned breathy, and a little guilty. And that was all the answer either of them needed.

The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Toji had one massive hand cupping your breast, squeezing it like he owned it, while Gojo’s fingers were still rubbing your thighs. Both of them were trading low growls, looking two seconds away from throwing hands over you.

“I’m the one who made her pass out last night,” Toji muttered smugly, his thumb lazily brushing over your nipple like he was proving a point. “you think your little humping is gonna top that?”

“Please,” Gojo snorted, grinding his hard cock against your ass like he couldn’t help himself. “you’re old news. she literally moans when I kiss her—”

Knock knock. The door swung open before either of them could react.

“Baby, did you see sator—” Geto paused mid-sentence. He blinked once, then twice.

You were in the middle of a Toji-Gojo sandwich, blanket barely covering the scene of morning sin. One man groping, the other one humping.

And you? shrieked softly and yanked the covers over your face like a kid playing hide-and-seek.

“Ohh?” Geto said slowly, lips curling into a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. “what do we have here…”

Toji groaned under his breath. Not this bastard too. He was already trying to get rid of Gojo, and now the other half of the problem had shown up. Could somebody give this old man a fucking break?

Gojo, of course, looked far too happy for god knows what. “she was warm,” he offered like it was a valid excuse.

“I was here first,” Toji said, as if it somehow settled the argument.

"Congratulations!! want a trophy?" Gojo scoffed.

And before they could start going in circles again, Geto crossed the room in three unbothered steps. You peeked from under the blanket just as he reached the bed, and without a word, he leaned down and kissed you hard.

The kind of kiss that shut everyone up in the room and lit you on fire. Deep and with tongue, hand braced on your cheek like you were his for the day.

Toji’s jaw clenched audibly. Gojo let out a choked noise that sounded suspiciously like betrayal.

When Geto pulled back, you were gasping for air, lips shiny and blanket falling halfway down your body again.

"That,” he said smoothly, “is how you say good morning.”

“Are you kidding me?” Gojo started whining as usual. “that was my kiss—! we fought for that!”

Geto arched a brow. “and I just won.”

Toji sat up like he was about to throw a punch. But before it could escalate any further, Geto reached out and grabbed Gojo by the hair. “alright. I’m taking him.”

“Huh—wha—heyHEYHEY—” Gojo flailed, legs kicking wildly as Geto dragged him backward off the bed like an exorcism victim. “W-WAIT—WHAT IS THIS—YOU CAN’T JUST—!”

“Oh, I can. because someone,” Geto said, dragging the overgrown manchild toward the door, “left his crusty underwear in the floor. again.”

“I was gonna wash it!!”

“After three days?!”

“It's been three days?!”

Gojo grabbed onto the doorframe gripping hard as Geto yanked him through. “wait, princess—tell him I’m good! tell him I deserve to be near your tits too—!”

Geto gave him a harder yank, and Gojo’s head promptly smacked into the doorframe with a dull thunk.

“OUCHH! NO! don’t take me away from her—! I wanna be with herrrr!!”

The door slammed shut. Silence.

Toji buried his face in his hands. “I want to be mad,” he muttered, “but honestly, I’m just glad he’s gone.”

You peeked again. Toji was staring blankly at the wall.

“…You hungry?” he muttered.

“Starving.”

Toji shifted, about to get out of bed, grumbling something about coffee and maybe punching Gojo in the throat, but you reached out and caught his wrist. He paused, cocking a brow, clearly amused.

“Hmm? what is it, princess?”

You didn’t say anything. Just tugged gently, urging him back down toward you. He let you pull him without resistance, body lowering over yours, broad shoulders framing you, that faint smirk playing on his lips.

And then you kissed his cheek. Soft press of your lips to that scarred skin, warm and slow.

Toji blinked, eyes widening a little like you’d short circuited his brain. He actually flushed. Yes, flushed—the same man who’d had you drooling and crying on his cock not even few hours ago.

“What was that for, huh?” he asked, almost suspiciously gentle. He was trying to play it off like it didn’t melt him. But you could see it in the way his jaw tensed, in the sudden stillness of his hand where it hovered over your waist.

You buried your face in the blanket. “nothing.”

"Nothing?"

“Toji,” you whined softly, face burning, trying to pull the blanket higher, but he wasn’t having it.

“Uh-uh. don’t you hide now,” he murmured, sliding closer, snatching the edge of the blanket and tossing it down.

His lips met your cheek in return. Then your forehead, nose, jaw. Soft kisses everywhere, like he was trying to memorize every spot he’d ever see you blush. His hand stroked your side lazily under the covers, knuckles brushing just under your breast as he dragged his lips down to yours.

And when he kissed your mouth, it was gentle. Uncharacteristically sweet. Like he didn’t want to spook you.

You leaned into it, shy and slow, your hands curling into his forearms. He pulled back barely an inch, smirking against your mouth.

“Baby’s so clingy today,” he whispered. “what happened? hmm? ”

You stared up at him, lips parted, unsure how to answer. "what... do you mean...?"

He tilted his head, nosing at your cheek, voice smug. “you ain't usually like this around me,” he muttered, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “so what’s the deal? what changed?”

“...Nothing changed. I’m fine,” you insisted, but even you sounded unconvinced, eyes fixed stubbornly on the floor instead of him.

Toji chuckled, the low, deep rumble vibrating against your chest as he dipped lower, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. His hand was already traveling south, sliding across your thigh with a feather-light touch that had you shifting under him.

“Don’t tell me last night got to you that bad,” he murmured, catching the way you refused to look at him. A low chuckle slipped from him. “that what this is?” he teased. “got you all fucked out now?”

You smacked his shoulder, squeaking, but he only laughed harder, kissing your neck like he was going to start again.

“Keep looking at me like that, princess,” he murmured, “and I’m gonna end up skipping breakfast.”

Eventually, he let you go reluctantly, with one last smack to your ass as you slipped out of your room wearing the same shirt he’d pulled off last night. You barely made it down the hall before Satoru "can't breath without bunny" Gojo caught you, yanking you straight into his arms on the couch like you’d been gone for days.

Yeah, you're not getting out of those octopus arms anytime soon. Good luck to you.

***

Later that evening.

TV humming, your legs tangled with Gojo’s on the couch as he clung to you like a koala. Nanami sat at the table, typing on his laptop, probably writing a strongly worded email draft for some client that pissed him off. Geto was passed out in the recliner, one arm hanging off the side, mouth slightly open like a peaceful angel—if angels wore black boxers and nothing else.

Then the front door creaked open. Toji walked in, looking the same as always. Tired, unbothered, and hot in that ex-hitman-who-fucks-too-good way.

You sat up a little and gave Toji a small smile. He didn’t say a word. Just walked over to you, dug into the brown paper bag in his hand, and plopped something pink into your lap.

It was a shampoo bottle.The same cherry blossom scented one you mentioned last night. You blinked at it, surprised.

Gojo blinked at it too, slower. Then grabbed it as he squinted at the label like it was some cursed relic. “what is this?”

“A shampoo bottle?” you offered, incase if he was being dense on purpose.

“No shit, princess. I meant why is he bringing you this?” Gojo held it high like it might explode. “cherry blossom, pink bottle, imported. huh?”

Toji sighed, grabbed the bottle out of his hands with a scoff, and shoved it back at you. “because she likes it, dumbass.”

Nanami paused whatever he was doing, glanced up at the scene, then went back to his work with a tiny knowing smile tugging at his mouth. Classic Toji, trying to be nonchalant and failing spectacularly.

Gojo let out the most dramatic sigh known to man before collapsing across your lap like he'd just received devastating news.“yesterday it was a kitty plushie. today it's her favorite shampoo,” he complained. “what's next, huh? gonna skip straight to the ring?”

Toji looked about two seconds away from throwing him out a window. “done?” he grunted. “or you got more bullshit left in you?”

“Oh, right. I'm the one talking bullshit now?” Gojo scoffed, staring between the two of you. “at this rate, we're gonna wake up and find out you've eloped.”

Toji let out a long, tired sigh. “please,” he drawled. “keep talking. see what happens.”

Gojo pointed an accusatory finger. “you made a whole speech about me treating her like a girlfriend just ‘cause I took her out and bought her a dress and dinner!”

“I never said that—”

“You said, and I quote,” Gojo sat up straighter, deepening his voice into a growl, “‘quit actin’ like you're her fuckin’ man, she ain’t yours.’ remember that? I do. because it was RIGHT before you threw me onto the couch.”

Toji rolled his eyes at him. “you were being annoying.”

Gojo gasped, hand on his chest. “I was being romantic! but now look at you. bringing her pretty shit, buying plushies, playing the "nice guy" all of a sudden. what’s next, hmm? gonna braid her hair? paint her nails? rub her feet and tell her she’s your special little babygirl?”

You snatched a pillow and pressed it over your face, cheeks burning. If you couldn't see them, maybe you could pretend this conversation wasn't happening.

Toji’s jaw ticked. “shut the fuck up. I do whatever I want.”

“Ohhh. so it’s whatever you want now? you tryna be her boyfriend too? oh wait, you can’t—” Gojo leaned closer with a grin, eyes glittering. “you’re like, halfway to being her dad. Is this fatherly love, toji? gonna spank her for skipping curfew next?”

Toji’s brow twitched. “I already spank her. not my fault she cries when I do.”

You nearly choked on air. Did he seriously just say that? This stupid man—

“TOJIIIIII!” you immediately hurled the pillow at him.

Toji barely reacted, catching it just in time. “what? am I wrong?”

Gojo snorted, throwing his head back with a laugh. “Okay damn, you're never beating the allegations.”

Toji shot him a sideways glare. “better than being a needy manwhore who can’t stop humping his morning wood on her like a mutt in heat.”

“Wh—” Gojo looked genuinely offended. “a whore?” he stared at Toji for a second. “did you just call me a whore?”

Looking around the room for confirmation, he pointed at himself. “did everyone hear that? did he actually just call me a whore?”

Nanami, as usual, couldn't have cared less. He kept typing away on his laptop without even glancing up. Geto, unfortunately for Gojo, was still passed the fuck out on the recliner. Years of living with the loudest bastard alive had apparently trained him to sleep through anything.

“Thought I said it pretty clear,” Toji replied flatly.

“You—” Gojo pointed an accusing finger at Toji. “you can't just call people that!”

“Pretty sure I just did.”

“You SHOULD NOT!”

Toji leaned against the couch with crossed arms, staring him down. “you really mad I got her a fuckin' shampoo? don’t act like you wouldn’t hump the damn thing if it smelled like her.”

Gojo blinked and paused. Calculating the possibilities in his head. “…okay you got me there.”

You kicked them both with your foot. Toji looked down at you, smirked, then plucked the shampoo from your hands again and set it on the armrest beside you.

“Use it tonight, princess,” he said, voice dropping low, eyes dragging over you slowly. “wanna smell it while I got my face between your legs.”

“TOJI.” you and Nanami said it in unison.

Gojo let out a long groan before flopping back across your lap like the most oppressed man alive. “bunnyyy,” he whined, burying his face against your thighs. “he's bullying me again,” his voice dropped into a mumble. “help me, please.”

You looked down at him, utterly unimpressed. The stupid pout on his dumb pretty face made it ten times harder than it should've been to keep a straight face. You pressed your lips together, desperately holding back a laugh.

***

It kept happening.

Day after day, like clockwork.

Evenings would roll in, the apartment dipped in gold as the sun lowered and Toji would walk in, all quiet… and something in his hand.

Never big. Never dramatic. Just… something.

Ribboned hair clip. Cat-shaped bag charm. Tiny blue lighter even though you didn’t smoke. Your favorite chips—the exact flavor you once muttered you craved while half-asleep. Heart-shaped keychain with your initial. That weird Korean jelly candy Gojo tried stealing and got slapped for.

And every single time, he’d toss it to you like it was nothing.

"Here."

"It’s for you."

No eye contact neither any explanations. Just a quick drop-off and a faster retreat to his room, jaw tense like showing care physically pained him.

But the house noticed. Nanami would glance up from whatever he was doing and smile a little without saying a word. Geto would just hum in amusement from the kitchen.

Gojo… well, Gojo was just Gojo.

So when the day came that Toji walked in holding a tiny pastel bag with a lipstick inside, he practically sniffed it in the air.

“Oooh,” he sang as Toji dropped the bag in your lap like he was doing you a favor and not, y’know, secretly thinking about your lips the whole day. “what’s this, bunny? gift? from him?”

Toji grunted and headed towards the fridge. “saw it on the store. thought she might like it.”

You opened it, curious—only to blink at the bright, coral lipstick inside. It was... not it, not even close. It clashed with your skin tone, your undertone, your style, your vibe, your entire essence as a woman.

But it was sweet. Little dumb and very much Toji.

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh. Gojo, on the other hand, did not.

“Oh. oh, wow.” Gojo cackled, plucking the tube from your hands before holding it up like evidence in a murder trial.

“Toji, sweetheart, what the hell is this?” he squinted at the label. “you tryna turn her into a traffic cone?”

Toji immediately narrowed his eyes. “don't touch it.”

Gojo paid him absolutely no attention. “no, seriously. look at this color,” he held it up to the light. “flaming sunset #3?”

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

“See? she gets it!” Gojo pointed at you triumphantly. “bunny, please don't wear this, I'm begging you...”

“Give it back,” Toji said, sounding seconds away from violence.

“Toji, be honest,” Gojo continued, clutching it to his chest. “did you pick this with your eyes closed?”

Toji crossed the room with that look—that big, brooding, annoyed glare and snatched the lipstick back. “she said she liked lipsticks.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean any lipstick, old man,” Gojo said, flopping onto the couch beside you. “you just grabbed the first one you saw, didn’t you?”

“She’ll still look good in it.”

“Oh my god, you're so down bad. you wanna see her wear this while she moans and calls you daddy, huh?”

Toji didn’t even flinch. “yeah. what of it?”

At this point, you highly doub if Toji was intentionally trying to embarrass you, because what the fuck was that?

From the other side of the room, Nanami let out a long, suffering sigh. This was the poor man's 13th reason why.

Gojo, meanwhile, looked completely dumbfounded. “...are you like... alright in the head, mate?”

Toji looked at you, then back at him. “least I don’t act like a chihuahua when she puts on socks.”

Gojo looked personally attacked. “come on!! they were thigh-high and you weren’t even home. who the hell is snitching?” he looked around as if to find the culprit.

Toji ignored him, sitting down beside you now, setting the lipstick on the table like a trophy. “she’ll wear it once.. for me.”

“Oh, yeah?” Gojo sneered. “I’ll buy her a whole set. nudes, gloss, plumpers. I’ll line ‘em up like fuckin' pokémon cards.”

Toji's mouth twitched. “must be rough, havin' to work that hard.”

"Excuse me??!!"

As if the first jab wasn't enough, Toji twisted the knife. “the shit some losers gotta do just for a shot.”

Gojo narrowed his eyes at him, giving him a long look before immediately scooting closer to you. “tell him, baby,” he said, draping himself over your shoulder. “tell him who you love the most.”

A yawn echoed from the hallway.

“Jeez, are we still doing this?” Geto appeared a second later, stretching lazily as he walked in. His gaze landed on the lipstick in Gojo's hand. “and someone please hide the damn lipstick before satoru tries to use it.”

“Oh, I'm absolutely using it,” Gojo said without missing a beat. “maybe I’ll kiss her neck with it, make her pretty.”

You let out the most undignified wheeze of your life.

Toji just sat there, jaw twitching, staring at Gojo like he was debating whether murder would hold up in court. Eventually, Nanami had enough. He stood up, walked over, plucked the lipstick from Gojo's hand, and sighed.

“I'll return this and get her the right shade.” Then he looked between the two of them. “you're both idiots. go die.”

And honestly? Thank God.

to be continued in the next chapter

To which you end up choking, the remainder of your tirade dying out in your throat with one stupidly dry swallow. Your hand steadily retracts from where it is in the air and you turn to look at him, “What.”

Yeah, you knew the guy had some… strange interest when you first started talking to him romantically but nothing could’ve prepared you for the boner he popped when your middle finger went waving his way.

That—paired with that weird ass question he asked—is exactly how you ended up watching your boyfriend suck those same fingers of yours with a dark look in his eyes while he fucked you from the side. He had a singular hand neatly perched against the curvature of your hip as his other held onto your wrist to keep your hand from falling away from him.

“Mmhmm, mmmph,” Sukuna purred deeply, lathering your shaky digits with a slicked glaze of his saliva and driving his long, aggravatingly hard cock in ‘n out of your leaky cunt.

Squelch after squelch after squelch and the man was an utter mess before you. You watched as sweat trickled all down from the pink tuffs of his hair, strands clinging to his forehead messily while he sucked at your hand.

Between your moans, you found your eyebrows scrunching up as you huffed, “Why are you into this—aanh-, shit. Right there… f-fuckin’ freak.”

He nearly swallows your fingers whole, sucking impossibly harder in reaction and letting your fingertips graze the very back of his throat like some deranged whore. Sukuna had always been one to kiss your hand whenever he was trying to be romantic with you but you didn't think that'd translate over to this.

“Sukuna,” You called out in a desperate attempt at tugging him out of that fucked-out state of his.

The mean smack of his balls against your skin echoed and bounced off the bedroom walls with loud plaps, mixing in and growing louder with the grunts he was letting out and your moans.

He suddenly drags your hand away from his mouth and lets his droopy saliva splatter out and fall onto the side of your exposed waist, “Fuck do you want? Can’t you see my mouth is busy, woman?”

Your lashes flutter lightly as an utterly appalled feeling wells up inside you, “I—“

Unfortunately for you and whatever complaints you were about to strew his way, you're promptly cut off by the sultry motion of his hips plowing on as if fucking you was too easy of a task for him to put all his attention into. Then Sukuna politely takes your fingers back into his mouth and you think you see a little gleam of satisfaction coating his ruby gaze.

You tried to go on and catch him off guard by curling your fingers, but that only earns a stingy spurt of cum from the head of his cock as he gags. Then his eyes fly back and he seems to suction his mouth to your fingers even harder. Almost like he wants you to keep doing that.

To which you crack a smile, “Y’like that, ‘Kuna?”

Your boyfriend nods his head in a near pathetic manner—a way of which only your eyes are meant to capture. His cock is still ploughing through your puffy folds, sure to leave your inner walls swollen and stuffed with him by the time he's done.

Especially if you continue to egg him on by tilting your head at him and barely pulling your fingers away from him so that his mouth could follow like some big, starving mutt. Shaking your head, “This is so gross. Hah, why are you drooling like that?”

Sukuna pulls your digits out of his mouth again but only to stick his freakishly lengthy tongue out and then give you a slutty display of him wrapping a bit of the muscle around your fingers. Then he plasters wettened kisses the tips of them, “You have a really pretty fuckin’ hand.” He unexpectedly compliments.

You watch as the man shifts to drag your saliva-coated digits down along the tense plane of his sharp abs, his hips having stilled for a mere second so you could feel how your touch caused his weeping cock to pump 'n twitch frantically all around your insides.

“Can’t expect me to focus when you go waving it around in my face," He explains through a shortened breath. You take it upon yourself to feel at more of his chest while he leans over and moves both of his hands to your leg, practically pinning your body in place so he can rapidly puncture his dick past the elasticity of your entrance. "All I can think about it how good you feel against me—any part of you.”

A smile is placed upon your lips just then, “Aw, that’s kind of romanti—“

“Especially when you start stroking the inches of my cock that haven’t made it inside you just yet," He groans at the memory of it and your hand had unintentionally met the firm dips of his v-line, causing every inch of his body to shudder violently against you.

Then you deadpan, “Okay, never mind.”

To which he flashes a smug smile your way, “Keh.”

What a weirdo.

☆ Gojo Satoru — sneezing.

This freak. When he’d muttered a strangely hoarse bless you after the sneeze you’d let out, you tried not to think much of it.

But it was a little difficult to do that when he started to stare at you afterwards, flaunting that look of his that explicitly tells you his mind has gone somewhere very dirty. You were lightly rubbing the back of your hand against the tip of your nose to ease the itching sensation that the sneeze of yours had left and yet your weird ass husband was spotted in the corner of your eye bitting his bottom lip.

You sneeze one time during sex and now the damn from you sound makes his dick stand up no matter the situation!

Apparently whenever you sneeze, you clench especially hard around him—hard enough to drive him absolutely insane.

The two of you were trying to do some late spring cleaning and ended up in your cozy little attic, the air tinged with dust due to the vacancy of this area of your home. So naturally you were prone to a sneeze or two.

Unfortunately for you, this gave Gojo the brightest idea of all time.

He now has you hoisted up in his large, grabby hands—fucking you stupid as he bounces you up and down the fidgety length of his flushed cock—and hoping that having sex in this specific part of your home will coax a sneeze or two out of you.

"You're so weird," The words muddled out of your mouth in an airless little laugh, your head falling forward against the firm plane of his shoulder as he readjusted the mean grip he had on your thighs.

Despite hearing you just fine and smiling, "Is there something you wanted to say, baby?" Gojo asks, breath coming out warm near your skin.

Your eyes roll. "I said-," His hips snap upward just to purposefully cut you off, his thickened shaft sprawling your weepy hole open all the more with his ever swift motion. "Nngh-, ‘said you're so weird."

His head turned just so that his lips could brush at the shivering shell of your ear, "And yet," Gojo's teeth bare out to graze over your skin teasingly, "You're the one squeezing my cock like you don't wanna let him go." He points out.

While that was more than true, you weren't about to give him the satisfaction of you admitting it when he's the same mane who got turned on from your sneezing.

The attic air was rather warm from the glowy sun outside, and dust particles floated around lazily through the slanted beams of warm rays creeping through the singular small window placed not too far away from where Gojo stood with you. Nearly every bit of forgotten furniture cluttered in the area was painted over with a thin layer of ashy gray.

It'd been quite some time since the two of you had been in here. Hell, you believe the last time you both visited your attic was back when you guys were still christening the house via fucking in every room.

Per his idea, by the way.

The wooden floorboards beneath Gojo's sturdy feet had creaked from the weight of both his body and you hauled up in his arms. Wet droplets of slick splattered down onto the floor just under you with his every other uneven thrust, and you found yourself holding onto him tighter as he suddenly picked up the pace.

The plan to clean the attic up flew out the window about three or so sneezes ago and now he was waiting for you to do the same while his dick was inside you. It shouldn't have been too hard.

"Y'know most h-husbands just say bless you 'n hand their wife a tissue when they sneeze," Your voice was a bit unsteady from the way he was moving inside you—balmy cockhead poking all around your cervix and just kissing at your inner sweet spot to get you all the more wet around him.

You felt his chest rumbling slightly against your tits as he chuckled deeply, "Mmmh, yeah. But most husbands probably aren't blessed with the—fuck, knowledge that their wife's pussy sucks on their cock every time she—"

"Ohmygod, don't say it," You whine, cringing slightly as you leaned away from him as best as you could to catch the expression he was making.

He looked far too proud of himself, "...lets out the cuuutest little—"

"Satoru." You cut off with a warning glare in your eyes.

He only ignores it to smile at you, hands shifting to hike your body up higher in the air. The sudden change in angle brought about stars behind your shutting eyelids, his cock dragging against that squishy spot inside you that had your toe curling.

It seemed as though this was a position he'd managed to perfect with the the way he had you perfectly suspended in the air as if you weighed nothing, your tits bobbing, and feet left to dangle uselessly as he used gravity and his freakish strength to fuck you exactly how he wanted.

Oh, he was getting that sneeze out of you again.

Your hands reached up a little to tangle your fingers into his hair, holding on and tugging at him sharply whenever his tip plucked into the tightest nook of your pussy.

Mouth left open and mixed breathy moans 'n pants pouring out of you, Gojo saw how he already had one part of his plan down so far—fucking you straight to tears like he always did.

"Admit it, sweetheart," His voice dipped a pitch lower and he sounded overly determined to get his way, "You love that I know this about you, that I pay attention."

"Mmph-, I think it's weird, 'Toru. I just said this," You counter, words lacking any sort of bite to them.

Gojo's lips quirk up and his lashes bat slightly as he feels your saccharine walls quivering around the base of his cock, his hips barely rocking your body up. "Riiight, and that's why you're drippin' all down my cock right now—because you think it's weird."

You pout at him, "You're so annoying."

"You love me, though. And you love this," He picks his pace right back up where he'd just barely left off, letting his the crowning tip of his cock swat nastily against your depths to tug something sluggishly slick out of you. "Love that your weirdo husband still thinks you're sexy even when you're blowing sno—"

"I'm gonna get dry if you keep this up," You lie as your fingernails slightly scrape against his scalp and you cling onto his body tighter.

His smile manages to get impossibly wider, "Hah, not with my cock inside you, you're not." Gojo says cockily. Then his brows scrunch up and his dick is felt twitching inside you, "Plus it's your fault I'm like this to begin with, you should've held your sneeze back when we were cockwarming that night."

With every thrust and every word that jumped out of his mouth, you were only finding yourself surprised by the things he was coming up with. Scoffing, "You're being ridiculous."

Gojo lets your little comment slide for the time being and begins to walk over towards one of the attic's dustiest corner. Your expression instantly begins to twist up and you could feel your breathing growing shallower as the prospect of a sneeze tickles at your nostrils.

You really didn't want to give him what he wanted just yet.

"Oh? Did your nose just twitch?" Gojo asks, tugging your body impossibly closer to his so that your tits were sandwiched against his firm chest.

His hips became relentless just then, making it even harder for you to breathe with the way he was mercilessly fucking the air right out of your lungs.

"N-No," You tried to gasp but he saw the way tears welled up in your eyes.

Smirking knowingly at you, "Nah, don't hold it back now. Let it out, sweet girl. C'monnn, I just wanna feel you clench around me again." His voice softens up on you and you let out a short breath.

"This is so weird 'n embarrassing," You're whining, cunt spasming around his jaggedly thrusting cock. He was getting more and more frantic with each second that passed.

"Is it?" Your husband taunted, eyes lighting up as he watched your face contort into an expression that told him you were on the verge of a sneeze. "Well, I think—"

He's cut off almost comically by his own body—the dust having gotten to his nose instead of yours and leading him right into a short sneeze. With it comes a harsh thrust from his hips as the crash against your skin and you feel his muscles clenching tightly before his balls begin to twitch.

And then he's cumming inside you like an idiot.

"Oh," You're gasping now as you smirk right back at him, "I think I'm starting to get the appeal now."

☆ Shoko Ieiri — putting on lipgloss.

It’s a simple thing you, and many other people in the world, do to add some shine to your lips and yet your perpetually overworked girlfriend can’t help but get worked up every time she sees you doing it.

Perhaps it’s because you’re hers that it drives her insane but fuck, something about watching that pretty translucent shade of gloss slip out across the gorgeous curves of your lips makes her mind run to the most sinful of places.

It always reminds her of her lips against yours—and no, not the ones on your face.

There's only one other thing she can think of that's as lustrous 'n pretty as your lips are after you put on lipgloss. And that other thing is the same thing she's spreading open now with the two meticulous pads of her thumbs.

Your pussy is quivering under her due to the way she's panting like she's on the verge of dehydration from not lapping at you fast enough. She watches the cute pucker and clench your hole makes around nothing as she does so—eyeing how slobbers of slick dribbles out of you and trails down to your other hole.

You always got so wet for her, she just couldn't get enough of it.

That, and what's better than eating out her pretty girl after a long day of work?

Shoko nearly moans after blowing some air over your cunt to watch the way it flinches in reaction. "So cute," She mutters gently, "And wet." Then she's sending a fat wad of spit towards your clit and letting it trickle downward to mix with the rest of your soaked glory.

You don't even get to say anything before she's diving right in. Hell, you're not sure what got into her in the first place. You were supposed to be heading out to do some shopping but in the midst of your getting ready, Shoko said she needed something from you beforehand.

You knew she was watching you get all dolled up but you didn't think she was getting turned on from it too.

Locking her lips onto your cunt, she darts the length of her tongue out and sloppily lathers the muscle with your taste before groaning. A moan of her name leaves your lips but she hardly hears it—the taste of you has her dazed already.

Truth be told, Shoko could eat you out for hours and never get tired. Which makes sense, of course. You were her favorite meal after all.

But one of the best parts about doing so now—after you'd recently applied lipgloss—is looking up to see the way your mouth flails open with drool slipping out to mix with it. She always had you a wet mess from every single hole and she loved it.

Considered herself obsessed with it, even.

You shoot a hand down to her hair and try to grab ahold of her, pathetically attempting to move or shift her mouth where you want it to be but ultimately failing. Shoko goes wherever she wants to, the area of desire being your clit at the current moment with the way she foes from those lengthy laps 'n licks to kissing and softly suctioning her mouth to your slobbering pussy.

"Fuck, I almost forgot how sweet this pussy gets," She comments gingerly, warm breath grinding out against your smeared-open folds. "All sensitive on my tongue, nnngh-, can't get enoughhh..."

Her eyes sealed shut for a moment and you saw how she smiled into your cunt, kissing and licking like she was drunk on you or something. Fairly enough, she always got like this when she ate you out but fuck if it didn't drive you just as crazy each time.

Shoko's lips cup around your clit and she pulls at the sensitive bundle of nerves, the tip of her tongue tickling you obscenely before she moans into you once more.

Your back arches up away from the bed and you're left gasping for the air that'd recently left your throat, "Sho—fuuuck, Shoko..."

Her smile widens slightly when she hears you moaning for her but that doesn't stop the nasty flicks of her tongue. Then it begins to twist in a sloppy manner and her hands maneuvered over to peel your pussy lips further apart. She only removes her mouth from you to glide it downwards and pluck her tongue directly into your hole.

A broken gasp jumps out of you and she watches the entire thing from in between your legs. Then her hips and thighs move to try 'n relive the ache she felt building up in between them, especially as she saw how much of a mess you'd been above her.

Your lipgloss had smeared down to your chin and the sight made her eyes widen. Then her mouth worked at your cunt harder, feasting on you like a woman absolutely and utterly starved. Something feral left her throat but you're not sure if it was a groan or a growl.

It was some type of husked sound that made you try to push at her head. Of which she shakes immediately, "Don't fuckin' push at me," Shoko demands, eyes glaring as they find yours, "Let me-, ah.. ruin you. C'mon, cutie, you can take it. S'just my tongue," She hums before dragging that very muscle around your entrance.

Your hands moved elsewhere and you instead tried to pull your body away from her, only to be cut off by her arms moving to wrap around your legs and yank you back towards her mouth.

She pops off of you and then spits meanly, following it up with a harsh smack to your cunt. "Try taking my pussy away from me again 'n see what happens," Shoko warns, "Don't move, take it—I only just started."

Gulp.

☆ Choso Kamo — putting on/taking off shoes.

No, he doesn’t have a foot fetish.

You had started to think your best friend was a little weird when he’d stare at your legs whilst you slipped out of or into your shoes. But, with the way he’s currently panting like some mutt against your thigh, you realize his odd staring had nothing to do with your feet specifically.

Instead, his unwavering gazes had everything to do with the jealousy he felt in his heart upon seeing you apply so much pressure onto your footwear instead of him. Weird, right?

Yeah, he’s aware. But fuck, sue him for wanting his best friend—who orders him around 24/7—to step on him a time or two!

Which you're finally doing now after catching the erection he managed to get just from helping you put your heels on.

In his defense, it was a gorgeous red pair of heels he couldn't wait to see you walking around in.

Also the same pair of heels he accidentally came on a week ago when he was jerking off in your closet...

But that part was besides the point, all that mattered in this present moment was how good your heel felt mashing into the thiiiick outline of his poor cock—finally applying all the pressure he’d been fantasizing about.

“Nnngh-,” Choso moans, head slumped against your thigh with wet pants splaying out over your skin. “More, p-please, more… mistress—“

“Excuse me?” You choke and your foot stutters in its stepping as that title hits your ears.

You figured he’d be pathetic once he got a taste of you like this but you were not expecting him to say that in the slightest. And the way he angles his head up to look at you with those charming brown eyes of his—all glimmered over with tears while his hips jerk to create more friction between your heel and his dick.

“You’re such a loser, Cho. How many times did you think about this, hm?” You ask in an unfairly demeaning tone that makes his heart skin multiple beats within his chest.

“So many fuckin’ times,” He gasps out as if his breath had run away from his lungs entirely. The warm skin of his cheek is felt rubbing against your leg and he looks rather deranged in the state he's in, “Fuuuck—do y’know how long I’ve been wanting you to step on me?” He asks in return.

You head tips in faux thought and you bring your free hand up to your chin, the other occupied with patting his head softly, “Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good guess.” Then you move your touch to his broad shoulders and force the upper half of his body away from your limbs—exposing all of his pathetic frame to you. “In fact, I want you to pull your cock out and show me how badly you’ve been wanting this.”

Choso’s never moved faster to do anything in his life.

His hands are a bit jittery as they slip beneath the thick band of his sweats, then his boxers, and soon his dick is quickly flying out into the air. The upper inches of it appear to be a flushing shade of red, and he looks like he'd cum if you blew at him.

You spot a thick pool of precum spilling out from his mushroomy head and find yourself biting at your lip, then you let the tip of your heel brush against his shaft and Choso whimpers.

“Y-Yes,” He mumbles, “More, fuck.. please-, step on me moreee.” His body moves about against the floor so that he could meet the motions of your heel with a few ruts of his own.

You roll your eyes at how desperate he is but let your foot do exactly as he’s asked and grind it against his cock, guiding his erection down in a way that looks like it should hurt.

And yet, Choso’s throwing his head back and moaning into the air. “Ohmygodddd,” He releases a hoarse grunt from the pressure you're gifting him, “That’s so fuckin’ hot. C-Can you tell me how.. hahh-, pathetic I am too?”

You blink. “What?”

“Please?" Choso's eyes get droopy and he pants leisurely while giving you the cutest puppy eyes he could manage, "Look at me—look at how m’leaking all over your shoes… isn’t that nasty?”

Clearly he was taunting you into giving him exactly what he wanted. And unfortunately for you, it was working.

“Yeah, really nasty…” You say in a soft spoken tone. The edge of your heel lifts up to his tip and you tap at it in short intervals, watching the way he squirms and sporting a smirk on your lips as you say, “Think you can be a good boy ‘n lick them clean for me after I let you cum?”

Choso nods aggressively enough to bring himself to a throbbing headache, but he doesn’t care.

Which makes you snort, “Wow, Choso. I mean pathetic is one thing but, you’re more like a slut for me, aren’t you? Rubbing yourself all over my shoes like that… what a needy boy.”

Only a few words out of your mouth and all his fantasies had been fulfilled tenfold. He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling back, lips wobbly from how many sounds were escaping them, “M’gonna cum."

Your foot presses down harder and adjusts his cock over to the left, forcing it to pulse against the skin of his waist. Challenging him as you snort, “Are you?”

“Please-, ohfuck.. pleeease let me cum,” Choso's a quick learner, he didn't need any more questions out of that mouth of yours to realize you wanted him to ask for it. “I’ll be good, I’ll lick it up when m’done, I’ll lick you up when I’m done—whatever you want, please.. let me cumm.”

You pretended not to hear the claim in between his pleas about how he'd lick you up, ignoring the throb it invokes from deep in between your legs. It was almost annoying how he was the one receiving pleasure here and yet you could feel your panties clinging to your folds from wet arousal already.

Then, with gracious eyes do you nod your head and hum, “Mmmh, fine. Go ahead.”

A throaty groan is ripped out of his throat as he does so. Choso’s body jolts, cum shooting out of his tip in creamy waves

“Fuuuhh-, fuck..” His breath sounds exasperated.

You’re left to watch his release come flying out, landing up along your shin and even a little higher than that. As it lands, you feel the way it sluggishly glides down and Choso’s busy trying to collect himself from where he is.

Once his panting comes to a stop and he manages to blink away those tears he’d been holding back—his eyes run down along your body and just when you try to pull your leg away from him, he reaches out for it.

His grip on you is sudden and rather rough, but you let it slide for the time being. Your composure falters for a moment in shock, and he decides to take things another step forward.

At first, he does as you said and starts to lick up his cum—cleaning it off your shoe and the lower end of your leg. Then he starts to take some of his seed up onto his thumb and lick it up that way, scarcely meeting eyes with you every now ‘n then.

You didn’t realize he’d schemed something up until it was too late.

Choso went to wipe up the second to last drop of his cum and paused before taking it into his mouth. 

Noticing his hesitation, “Hey, that’s not all of—“

The man cuts you off via grabbing at the bottom of your dress, and pulling you to bend down towards him. You stumble from your footing and then choke on your own breath.

Within your gasp and while your mouth is open, Choso swipes his cum out across your lips and then pushes himself up on his knees to lick it off—tongue sneaking into your mouth right after.

“Mmph!” You moan against him, kissing him back but definitely cursing him out within your head.

When he pulls away, he’s got a smile on his face even as he whispers, “Sorry.”

To which you glare at him, “You’re not.”

His voice grows low and sheepish as his gaze darts off from yours, “I was jus’ following your instructions. You said to lick it all up.”

“Yeah, but—“

“And I think,” He leans away from your face and dips down towards your legs, “Some of it got in between your thighs…”

It absolutely did not, but with the way he was looking at you…

Your head turns away and you stand up straight before crossing your arms. “W-Well then… clean me up properly.”

Choso’s cock twitches faintly and he’s bubbling with his own excitement as he starts to move your legs apart, “With pleasure.”

☆ Toji Fushiguro — working out.

There’s nothing Toji loves more than seeing you sweat. You thought it was his normal way of being overly affectionate in the beginning of your relationship with him, but over time you’ve come to learn that your boyfriend actually has a thing for you exercising.

And it doesn’t matter how you do so either. You could go on a short walk around the neighborhood, do some yoga around the house, stretch as soon as you wake up from a nap—and that big perv is rubbing a hand over the fat cock stiffening in between his legs.

Ever the weirdo.

If only you’d known about his obsession with seeing you exercise prior to going to the gym with him.

You were doing some cardio, running on the treadmill and oblivious to his verdant eyes trained solely on you from across the way. You already warned him beforehand that if he couldn’t control himself during one trip to the gym then it wouldn’t be happening again.

Toji tried to keep his eyes away from you, but he saw one too many other people walking your way and throwing their gazes at you for him to ignore.

And by the time his attention landed on you, he was a goner. You were running rather fast and all he could focus on was the way your body looked in motion. There was nothing inherently sexual about watching you sprint, but you couldn’t tell that to Toji.

Only thing running through his mind was the multiple ways in which he could work you out afterwards. 

He was only halfway through his workout before he saw you heading off towards the locker rooms. And what kind of man would he be if he didn’t follow after his wife?

Okay, technically he had no real reason to do so but he’s not about to explain that to you now—even though you’re cocking a brow at him and questioning him about it.

“Toji, I told you to behave,” You sigh as you turn around and bend over, reaching for the clean shirt that’d fallen down within your locker.

Rookie mistake.

Now he’s creeping behind you and putting his hands on your waist, coming over to your ear and whispering, “I’m so behaved, baby. Haven’t even done anything yet.”

Your head shakes as you stand up straight, “Yet?”

Your questioning is immediately answered when you shift backwards and feel the heavy bulge poking in between your ass cheeks. All you could do at this point was shut your eyes and exhale again.

Glancing back over your shoulder, “How long have you had that?”

“Since I saw you stretching,” He admits.

You wanted to laugh at the man since that happened almost an hour ago. Instead, you simply turn your head away and let your shoulders drop, “Perv.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Your husband grumps, “Tell me more about it while I fuck ya’.”

A cool brush of air meets your suddenly exposed thighs as your workout pants are tugged right off your body in one go.

“Toji!” You whisper-shout, feeling him apologetically nuzzle his face into your neck.

Then you feel that tender tip of his swatting its way in between your folds as wets himself with your arousal. “Shhhh, no one’s coming in here,” Toji insists.

Considering how you were equally as turned on as he was—with the way you’d been eyeing his beefy body work out all evening long—there wasn’t much of an argument on your end.

Though, you can’t say you expected him to be so animalistic with the eay he fucks you up against that locker. The poor thing is shaking and making all sorts of creaky, rickety noises while he pounds the meaty girth of his cock deep into your cunt.

You had to pull your shirt up and bite down on the fabric just to stop yourself from crying out too loudly.

Toji on the other hand didn’t seem to care one bit about the noises, nearly lifting your body further up against the lockers as he gruffed into your skin. “Love this fuckin’ pussy,” He praises, heavy balls hammering against your puffy folds as he stuffed himself in to the hilt of your cunt with each thrust.

“Hnngh-, hahhh—yeahh?” Your shirt falls out from in between your teeth, “H-How much?”

Your questioning taunt has his cock growing impossibly harder, and he sandwiches your frame against the cold metal ahead.

Each movement from his hips is accompanied by a sharp thwack of his chubby tip, streeetching you out from the inside and aching to pull something soaked from out of you.

“You know how much I love my pussy—nasty lil’ thing.” Toji huffs before wrapping one massive arm around your waist and towing your body back onto his to meet with him, “Always squeezin’ this dick like she wants every drop of cum I’ve got for her.” His thumb locates your clit and taps at it, “Ain’t that right, doll? You want me to cum inside ya’. Right here in this locker room, ‘n force ya’ to walk out with it drippin’ alllll down these pretty thighs?”

Your maw dangles open all dumbly and he grunts loudly at the way your walls convulse around him in a rather nasty fashion—as if to answer him or something.

Toji’s free hand moves out to slam into the locker as he holds onto it and you swear you see him dent it a little. Still holding you in one arm, you’re reminded of just how strong your husband really is.

He practically lifts you up a few inches off the ground and pins you to the locker, “Think you can still run on that treadmill after bein’ thoroughly bred?” He asks only to earn a gaping sound out of the pit of your stomach, “C’mon, talk to me, dollface. Wanna hear it out this slutty mouth of yours.”

Dropping you, your legs are left trembling once your feet hit the floor and you don’t even get to breathe properly before Toji’s moving his arm from around your waist and up to grab at your jaw.

Angling your face back to his, he’s just babbling on about all the things he plans on doing to you—leaving you little to no room to answer him with any words.

“I might hafta’ cum inside you before every workout—make sure you’re reminded of who this pussy belongs to each time you come here,” Toji’s tongue folds out to lick the sweat off the side of your neck. He saw some people in particular looking at you for a few seconds too long so you can’t really blame him for his suggestions, “Would ya’ like that?”

You told yourself right there at that moment that you’re probably not going to attend this gym with him again.

Especially since your trainer—a tall blonde named Nanami—comes walking in due to a noise complaint he’d received from one of the other gym-goers outside.

Shit.

☆ Geto Suguru — yapping.

Now, between the two of you, you’ve always been the talker. He made a habit of throwing out a topic he knows you like, just to get you to talk more and then fall silent as he listens.

You adored his attentiveness for a long time until you realized he’d only been that way for an ulterior reason. That reason being that hearing you ramble on about literally anything gets his dick unbelievably wet.

Mainly because he loves to mess up the flow of your speeches by touching you—as he currently finds himself grinding the long, curvy shaft of his cock up ‘n in between your pussy lips. It started out as dry humping while you told him about your hectic day.

But now…

“Keep talkin’, gorgeous. I swear I’m listening,” Geto claimed despite doing everything but. His eyes weren’t even at your face anymore—trained entirely on the way your lips got speared apart by the head of his cock each time he rolled his hips forward.

Your cunt was leaking all over him far too much for you to remain focused on whatever story you'd been most recently yapping about. Instead moaning, “Thought about you all-, hnngh—all day, Sugu.”

“Yeahh? I know you did, pretty girl.” Geto puffs out gently, as if his length wasn't being the exact opposite with each heave and drudge against your exposure. “Did you think about this too? About my dick slippin’ against you like this? Teasin’ you?” His voice gets breathy as he says that, falling victim to the same thing as you with the way he gets caught up in the not-so-dry humping.

“Uhuhh,” Your hips stag upwards and roll, forcing his cock to angle down and press a nasty smooch against your hole.

Geto's hand moves to sprawl out against your abdomen and he forces you to be flat against the cushions. Scoffing whilst taking his shaft into his other hand and angling it around your slavering hole instead of in, “Keep talkin’ then. Finish that story of yours. What happened with Satoru after he spilled that drink on you?” He asks.

He needed to get back on track here. After all, you only allowed him to grind against you if he promised to listen to your story properly.

“Suguruuu,” You started to whine though, as if it wasn't you who agreed to this in the first place. He then watches as you grab at his wrist and wiggle your body around below him, cutely trying to work that plump head of his past your desperate ring of resistance, “I-I can’t think about him right now,” You push his hand away next and reach further down to grab at his cock, “Jus’ put it innn. Pleaseee?”

Geto manages to smile but his breath hitches in your throat. While he loves hearing you all needy for him, he also wants to be good and abide by your prior request, “Hm… I could," He says playfully, nibbling on his lip once you begin to stroke the inches of his dick he refuses to put in you, “But I think I wanna hear you l-like—hah, shit... like this for a little longer.”

Purposefully, your mean boyfriend begins to fuck himself into the small hole your hand has created for him and you continue to feel him slide all his weight over your clit each time he thrusts forward. It was driving you inside since you could feel his many veins twitching to be shoved inside you instead.

“Fuck me,” You gasp, hoping your please would convince him to do so quickly, “Please Sugu, I need you inside me.”

His dick practically jumps against your hand and you watch how his chest rises and falls with the deep breaths he has to take to hold himself back. “Need me inside you?" He snickers, "Oh, so you want my fingers then?”

The prettiest pout appears on your lips and it makes his cock begin to drool excessively onto your skin. “N-No, I need your dick inside me. C’mon Sugu, don’t you wanna fuck me?” You say before holding your legs up ‘n open for him, “Can't you see how wet I am for you?”

Geto tries—he really does—not to look down, but when you're spreading your legs like that... he just can't help himself. His eyes descend your body and a pornographic expression is painted into his pretty features.

“Shiiit…” He mutters, moving his hips back and jerking himself off in a few, quickened strokes, before he places his swollen tip up against your cunt, “You always know how to convince me, huh?”

Not a second more is wasted before he's sliding into you with vigor, eyes locking onto the moans you let out, and head tilting over.

“Missed this dick inside you that badly? That moan was louder than normal," Geto teases, feeling your pussy let out a squeaky squelch around his thickness.

You meet his eyes with something sinful coating your own, “I missed you fucking me."

“Oh yeah?” His arms move out so that he could properly cage you beneath him, hips casually bucking into you to spread the translucent glosses of his precum all across your hugging walls, “How much, baby? Talk to me—talk to Sugu.” He mocks.

You're a mess under him already and he feels as though he's barely even done anything yet. Plus, he still hasn't let you finish that story of yours and it's gonna make him feel bad any second now. You seemed so excited to tell him what happened while you were out today and now...

“Nnngh-, aanh,” Moans were slopping out of your mouth and your body was easily being fucking up against the bed, the frame distantly thumping against the wall hard enough to leave multiple marks that you're sure to scold him about later. “S-Soo much, Sugu," You reply, "Thought about havin' you inside me all fuckin’ day.”

Geto truly couldn't get enough of your voice. He loved hearing you talk more than anything, so every time you moan for him it just drives him insane. His balls come slapping against your skin with each heavy rock of his slim hips, cock getting swallowed up so nastily by that gorgeous pussy of yours.

Hell, he can't help himself from pushing into you a little deeper, “Ohhh don’t tell me that. My poor girlll, did you rub one out before I got home?”

You nod helplessly and your hands are reaching up to hold onto his arms, leaving light scratches across his skin due to how rough he was getting with you. “Wanted to feel you," Your whines ring out and enter his ears the same way a loving kiss from you would.

“Awhh, did you?” He mocks you again and ends up tossing his hair back—long, dark locks flying with the motion all elegantly as he grunts. “Shit, you’re so cute when you’re like this. Couldn’t even finish that little story of yours.”

Your legs feel like jello underneath the large man once his pounding begins to slant—the crooked curve of his cock knocking around that spongey spot inside you, and earning gossamers of your arousal to squirt out in return.

Then he's got the nerve to grin, “Guess you’ll have to tell me about it later.”

As if that won’t lead to the same thing happening all over again…

☆ Yuki Tsumuko — eye rolls.

Now, your girlfriend has many joys in this world but one of her favorite things to do with you is be nice 'n close to your face while she's knuckle deep in your cunt.

Why? Because she loooves watching the way your eyes flock to the very back of your head each time she curls her precise digits into that spot she knows you so desperately crave for her to reach. Giggling, "Hear how loud my girl is?" She'd tease in a slightly hoarse mutter.

You'd let out a moan in response if it weren't for her lips latching onto your again to drown the sound out completely. Her tongue twirls and dances over yours the same way it typically does to your pussy and you try your best to keep up with her but it's no use.

Perhaps you should've known better than to catch an attitude with her. You only rolled your eyes once because of how much she'd been lecturing you about something and now she was punishing you for it.

You can't really say you were complaining, though.

She pulls away from your mouth simply to watch the way your face twists up into pure bliss. Her fingers are dragging out something far too sweet 'n delicious out of your weeped hole, and she's eyeing down the way whines of her name leave your pretty, spit-slicked lips.

"Y-Yuki, please," You gasp and attempt to lift your hips for a moment to breathe only to be tugged right back down by the grip she's got on you with her free hand.

Then she pouts as if to mock you, "Aw, you close, pretty?" She hums in that faux sweet tone that causes your stomach to churn with butterflies, thighs a trembly mess over hers. "Gonna cum for me? Make a nasty lil' mess on me like you always do? Hm?"

As she continues to taunt you, her fingertips are busy rubbing right against that angled spot inside you that has your eyes crossing with stars in them. You're trying to nod your dumb head, and wanting nothing more than to duck down and hide your expression from her greedy eyes.

You make a laughable attempt at doing so, trying to move your face into the crook of her neck only to be stopped by the searing grip of her hand coming up to your throat. Her thumb pushes at your chin to lift it up and she smiles when you're forced to look at her again.

"Tryin' to hide your face from me now? Seriously?" She gasps in an exaggerated manner. "Now, you know that's my favorite part of you." Her fingers pick up in pace all of a sudden and you could feel the pads of each one ramming into you as if to punish you. "Just look atcha', all teary eyed 'n pouty like you weren't asking for this."

Your eyes are quick to dart elsewhere but you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, "S-Shut upp," You huff, "I hate it when you do that."

The knowing smile on her face only widens out before she tips her head to the side, thumbing at your puckered lil' clit to roll her name into it. "Do what?" Yuki puffs out in that soft tone once more, brownish eyes dilating fro the disorientated sight of you, "Watch you when you're about to cum? Smile at the way your eyes run to the back of your head 'cause it's too much for ya'?

Before you could even answer her, she was leaning forward and your body was easily getting unsteady with its hovering over her lap.

"Would you rather I watch her instead?" She taunts, pushing you over so that your back flops down against the mattress. "Cause' I can do that. It has been a while since I've seen my girl up close, after all. Wonder if she's got just as much of an attitude with me as you do."

With a heavy huff exiting your throat, you watch with wide, glossy eyes as she sits up over you and meets your thighs with her soaked hands. Internally you were dreading what was about to happen as Yuki was never one to be gentle with her tongue as it laid onto your folds.

She parts your legs open for herself, "Think she missed me just as much as I missed her?"

You're too busy trying to cover your face out of some sort of shyness, refusing to answer or look at your eager girlfriend. To which Yuki playfully rolls her eyes and repositions herself down in between your legs. Her eyes stay up on you and your heavily breathing chest for a moment before she pushes forward and presses a chaste kiss against the soaked slit of your pussy.

"Babyyyy," She purrs in that evil voice of hers, "Look at me, will you?"

Even though you know damn well she only wanted to tease you, you ended up listening to her anyway as you removed your hands from your face and lazily drag your eyes down to her.

God, the sight was nothing short of sexy.

Her blonde hair had been strung back into a messy ponytail, brown eyes set dead on you, and pretty pinked lips slipping upwards into that smile you know and love so much.

"Theree she is," Yuki coos, tipping her head to the side again as she flaunts a mocking pout at you, "Was that so hard?"

Your brows tangle upwards and just as you go to answer her, she slots her two fingers right back into you slooowly with a loud squelch emitting into the room. "No," You whisper, "But d-do you have to stare?"

She scoffs, "Of course I do! How else would I watch your eyes roll back while I fuck you?"

Surely she was going to be the death of you.

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Shiu sighed, clearly suspicious but too used to Toji’s bullshit to push. “Alright, whatever. So the job’s in Shibuya—client wants it quiet, double the pay if we wrap by Friday—”

Toji hummed like he was listening, but his mouth never stopped. One thick finger slid inside you—then two making your thighs squeeze around him harder. You were dripping down his chin, soaking the collar of his shirt. He didn’t care. Just kept eating like your pussy was the only thing on his mind while Shiu droned on about payout and timelines. “—you in or what?” Shiu finished.

Toji pulled back just long enough to answer, lips swollen, “Mhm,” he finally grunts into the phone, voice lazy. “Double’s good. Send me the location.”

He dives back in without missing a beat—tongue fucking into you deep while his thumb circles your clit in tight, relentless little strokes. Shiu keeps talking logistics—times, entry points, cleanup—none the wiser. Toji responds in short, gruff sentences, each one punctuated by another long lick or a slow suck that makes your hips buck against his face.

Then Shiu pauses. “Yo… what the hell are you eating over there? Sounds like it tastes fuckin’ good. You got some gourmet shit or what?”

Toji laughs against your pussy, “Yeah. Real fuckin’ good. Best meal I’ve had in a while.” You’re mortified and soaked and you feel like you about to fucking cum with Shiu on the phone. Shiu laughs. “Man, save some for me next time. Sounds like you’re enjoying the hell outta that.” He laughs slurping louder, “Nah, I ain’t sharing’.”

Toji’s thumb presses harder on your clit—once, twice—and you can’t hold it back anymore. A muffled moan slips past your fingers. Toji’s grip on your hip tightens in warning, but he doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets meaner—tongue plunging deeper, lips sealing around your clit and sucking hard. “Gotta go,” he mutters into the phone, voice rough. “Food’s gettin’ cold.”

He hangs up before Shiu can say another word, tossing the phone onto the couch like it’s nothing. Then both hands are on you—gripping your ass, spreading you wider, burying his face so deep you feel his nose pressed against you.

Tongue and fingers work in tandem—curling inside you while his mouth devours your clit. You come hard, screaming his name, thighs clamping around his head as you shake and gush against his tongue.

Toji doesn’t let up even after you come, thighs clamped around his ears and your whole body twitching. He cleans up every drop, long, dragging licks from your oversensitive entrance back up to your swollen bud. You can barely form words. Your hand’s still clamped over your mouth even though the call’s long dead, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.

He crawls up your body, caging you in, lips brushing yours so you could taste yourself on him. “Shiu’s right,” he murmurs, “You do taste fuckin’ good.”