of course, satoru loved you to the moon and back! you were his beautiful girl, but damn it were you shy. it was almost like a routine between the two of you. you'd get comfortable, then would be too nervous to press your lips against his without him initiating it. and if he was being honest, it hurt.

you acted like his touch burned most of the time. satoru would offer his hand for you to hold when passing large crowds and the most you would do was hold his pinky with yours.

so, being the amazing boyfriend he was, he was going to help you.

"just keep yours eyes on me, sweets." he coo'ed, carefully slipping in his cock inch by inch. "c'mon, we agreed on working on eye contact today." he reminded.

"I know.." you whimpered, slowly opening you eyes back again, staring into his deep blue ones. satoru's eyes flickered down at your entrance, clearly struggling in welcoming in his length. "you're doing so good." he leaned down to kiss your forehead. "just keep your eyes on me."

after a few minutes, he bottomed out. his hands were holding onto your waist, bringing you closer to him. "feels big.." you gasped when he slipped all the way out before pounding back in.

"that's cuz it is big, baby." he relished in the way tears formed at the corners of your eyes, nails scraping at his biceps. "you can take it though."

"sato!" you screamed, fluttering your eyes close. and satoru? he was absolutely eating this up. for the first time, you weren't afraid to be loud with your moans. “hey you’re being louder than usual. good!” he chirped. the bastard had the audacity to smile so sweetly down at you all while he was fucking you like he hated you.

satoru moved your legs to rest on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper. that’s when he saw it, the bulge on your tummy. "look at that.. give me your hand." he reached it, putting it down on your stomach. "you feel me? taking me so well, fuck, you're a good girl."

you saw through your tears how proud he was. bright smile looking down at you as if you just hung the stars.

satoru has never felt more proud of himself, deciding that pda was the next big step. the pinky holding turned into holding hands wether it be at the mall or a friend hang out. but of course, he couldn't help himself when he pulled away to drag your hand onto his growing bulge.

“i don’t think this is pda..” your voice was barely a whisper as your hand made its way to wrap itself around the base of his cock which was twitching like crazy, having its own pulse. 

“public display of affection.. jerking me off is in that category” he bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, being careful as to not let any sound out. the last thing he wanted was to get caught by his friends sitting across from the two of you in a restaurant. “yes fuck..” gojo grumbled under his breath feeling your hand pick up the pace.

your eyes were set on the menu in front of you, trying to force yourself to focus on anything other than the pretty sight underneath the table.

“close.. so close..” gojo gripped the edge of his seat, cock twitching violently before shooting out his orgasm.  he discreetly handed a towel under the table for you, leaning in to kiss your temple. “you’ve gotten so brave, my love.” 

a soft smile appeared on your lips. "thank you babe." you returned the kiss, placing it on his flushed cheek.

the cute emo boy from your college is completely enamored with you and your pretty outfits, so when he hears you and your shitty boyfriend finally broke up, he wastes no time in planning how to make you his.

pairing ˎˊ˗ emo! choso x girly! reader

BEFORE PROCEEDING this fic will include fem! reader, MDNI 18+, this will be a bit angsty, yuki is ooc here, cheating, miscommunication, friends to lovers, inappropriate use of drumsticks ( as in the instrumental tool ) , blowjobs, pussy eating, hair pulling, subby choso, he has a prince albert, yes he will whimper, fluff, tba… art by @/vah_arina

Club rush could count as Choso's favorite holiday. If it was a holiday. 

What better way to kick off the school year other than joining the one and only music club that he's been leading for the past 2 years, right? Incoming freshmen or returning students could bond over instruments and emo culture. 

"Yo, pass me that vinyl." Suguru pointed to the protected record. The table had been set up with music ranging from "Brand New Eyes" to "Pretty. Odd."  

Choso handed it over to his friend carefully, watching as he sat it carefully up. Other students were putting up their booths as well. Some were under canopy tents to protect them from the summer sun. 

"I'm fucking sweating like a pig." Choso rasped out, pinning his neck length hair up in two buns. "Told ya we should've bought a canopy." 

"With what money, dude." Suguru took a step back, admiring their set up. "Where's Sukuna? He was supposed to print out the flyers an hour ago." 

Just on cue, the pink haired boy reached the other two, papers in hand. "Got 'em." He held the papers up. 

"How many did you print out?" Choso grabbed them from Sukuna's hand, seeing how the design came out. 

"Couple dozen. When does this shit start? I got to pick up my brother from school today." 

"Ain't he in high school? He can go on the bus." Suguru snatched a flyer from Choso's hand. "You didn't get them in color?!"

when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.

your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.

you thought it was mad weird.

thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed. 

one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears. 

at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.

then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game. 

"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.

the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it. 

he gulped. 

"what's with outfit, pretty?" 

"what's with this?"

"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.

there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac. 

his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock. 

"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."

he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down. 

"yeah?" 

"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.

satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed. 

you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."

"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it. 

"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering. 

his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top. 

"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this." 

"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."

when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.

your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.

you thought it was mad weird.

thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed. 

one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears. 

at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.

then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game. 

"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.

the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it. 

he gulped. 

"what's with outfit, pretty?" 

"what's with this?"

"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.

there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac. 

his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock. 

"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."

he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down. 

"yeah?" 

"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.

satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed. 

you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."

"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it. 

"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering. 

his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top. 

"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this." 

"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."

when one thinks of a nerd, you'd think it would be one of those musty guys that don't have time for hygiene because they're too busy studying for whatever the hell they're always talking about. their usual sayings, "bro, im so fucking cooked." or, "erm, actually!" well, satoru does say those things but he's also perverted in a way.

your first interaction was when you were assigned to a project together, choosing his place for the meet up. "oh! um, are you sure?" he nervously asked, feeling sweat form at the back of his neck.

you were gorgeous in anyone eyes, including his. and the last thing he needed was for you to see his room. because said room has shelves full of manga and figures with little to no clothes and body proportions you were unsure were anatomically correct.

you thought it was mad weird.

thankfully, he got rid of the figures when you got together. claiming that he sold them online, except for one that you had found stored away in a box under his bed. 

one with a sexual maid outfit and bunny ears. 

at first, you were fuming until you took a closer look. the doll looked almost . . . like you. same face, hair color, body type.

then, you were ordering an exact replica of the outfit it had on, slipping the frilly little thing over your body and positioning the bunny ears and little tail before sitting down on his bed, waiting patiently for him to return from his digimon trading game. 

"babe, should we order takeout-" his words died out on his tongue after his eyes landed on you. "oh.." his dick began hardening in his pants like a damn virgin.

the gooner doll was in your hands. you waved at him with it. 

he gulped. 

"what's with outfit, pretty?" 

"what's with this?"

"uh, well," he stuttered, his bag falling onto the floor. "you told me you sold all of them toru. why'd you lie to me?" you pouted.

there was no time to explain. his hands were on you in seconds, feeling you up even while shaking like a maniac. 

his fingers dug into your hips, holding you down his cock. 

"oh my god.. you look so hot like this."

he threw his head back onto the headboard, watching as you carefully sank down on him. "you should hah.. wear ngh.. more outfits like this." he grunted, shifting his hips to help you bounce up and down. 

"yeah?" 

"yeah!" fuck you feel so good.." satoru moaned, shifting his hands to rest on your waist instead, eyes set on you. or more at the way the bunny ears flopped with every thrust. "gonna explain why you kept that figure?" you gripped onto his shoulders.

satoru looked away, face drenched in embarrassment. "it reminded me of you.." he confessed. 

you hummed, kissing his nose. "I figured. weirdo."

"you dressed up for this weirdo." he moaned, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of you. the plap plap plap of skin on skin would make you cringe any other day, but the way satoru's face was fully displaying arousal, you didn't mind it. 

"you're so loud." he says as if he wasn't the one whimpering. 

his hand traveled up to your breasts, squeezing over the clothed area before ripping off your top. 

"babe!" you gasped. "I just bought this." 

"yeah, I'll buy you even cuter sets. no way are we ever stopping this."

the cute emo boy from your college is completely enamored with you and your pretty outfits, so when he hears you and your shitty boyfriend finally broke up, he wastes no time in planning how to make you his.

pairing ˎˊ˗ emo! choso x girly! reader

BEFORE PROCEEDING this fic will include fem! reader, MDNI 18+, this will be a bit angsty, yuki is ooc here, cheating, miscommunication, friends to lovers, inappropriate use of drumsticks ( as in the instrumental tool ) , blowjobs, pussy eating, hair pulling, subby choso, he has a prince albert, yes he will whimper, fluff, tba… art by @/vah_arina

Club rush could count as Choso's favorite holiday. If it was a holiday. 

What better way to kick off the school year other than joining the one and only music club that he's been leading for the past 2 years, right? Incoming freshmen or returning students could bond over instruments and emo culture. 

"Yo, pass me that vinyl." Suguru pointed to the protected record. The table had been set up with music ranging from "Brand New Eyes" to "Pretty. Odd."  

Choso handed it over to his friend carefully, watching as he sat it carefully up. Other students were putting up their booths as well. Some were under canopy tents to protect them from the summer sun. 

"I'm fucking sweating like a pig." Choso rasped out, pinning his neck length hair up in two buns. "Told ya we should've bought a canopy." 

"With what money, dude." Suguru took a step back, admiring their set up. "Where's Sukuna? He was supposed to print out the flyers an hour ago." 

Just on cue, the pink haired boy reached the other two, papers in hand. "Got 'em." He held the papers up. 

"How many did you print out?" Choso grabbed them from Sukuna's hand, seeing how the design came out. 

"Couple dozen. When does this shit start? I got to pick up my brother from school today." 

"Ain't he in high school? He can go on the bus." Suguru snatched a flyer from Choso's hand. "You didn't get them in color?!"