──   𝓗aru 𓏵 8teen she/her bi ꒰ 222 ꒱ manga angel in disguise ་࿐ choso's gf panchiko airy notes

(༄.°) 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | (༄.°) 𝐂𝐒𝐌 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | (༄.°) 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

the happiest you've ever seen satoru gojo is when you told him he could fuck you without a condom for the first time.

it's not like he minded using them, in fact he still thinks it's responsible to use protection, even if you are on the pill. he just thinks he's lucky he gets to touch you at all.

but he has always wondered what your raw pussy would feel like, how your velvet heat would contract around his cock, no barrier separating the two of you.

you dragged him to your dorm after class and got right to the point, shoving your tongue down his throat and straddling him. not before long, his jeans were shoved down to his ankles and he was hovering over you, obviously very nervous.

"toru– just put it in" you groaned in annoyance, trying not to just fuck into him yourself.

"m'sorry..." he whined, pushing his glasses up with one finger and glancing down at where his dick sat against your glistening folds, throbbing and twitching with anticipation. just the sight pulled a little whimper from him. he's always cum a bit quicker than some of the other guy's you've dated, but he just can't help it! you're the first girl he's ever been with, probably the prettiest he's ever talked to.

"okay..." he took a breath, trying to calm himself down before reaching down and taking his cock in his hand, lining the leaking tip up with your entrance.

when he finally does push in, he's panting, grip on your hips so tight you know you'll have little finger tip shaped bruises there afterwards. "oh– fuuuuck–" he moans whorishly once he buries himself to the hilt, clenching his eyes shut and breathing so heavily you think he might pass out. your pussy is just so much more warm like this, he can feel every ridge of your gummy walls fluttering around him, begging him to move.

"m-move some" you breathe out, not used to how different his cock feels like this. your hands are braced on his broad shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin when he doesn't move a muscle.

his eyes are still closed, his glasses nearly falling off of his face. you can hear him whining faintly, body so stiff it's making you uncomfortable for him.

you decide to take matters into your own hands, bucking your hips up so his dick slides further into you. apparently, that was a bad idea when his reaction was an immediate iron grip on your hips, and loud, pathetic moan. "fuck!" he buries his flushed face in your neck, jaw slack and breath fanning against your skin.

he came. he came having not been inside you for even a minute. you can't help but huff a suprised sound, that soon turns into a full body laugh.

he lifts his head from the crook of your neck at that, eyes wide and glassy like he was going to cry. "don't laugh! s'not funny..." he's mortified, he came like a virgin just because of the lack of a little piece of plastic. "m'sorry baby..." he seems genuinely apologetic, he hates that he couldn't make you feel good.

you shush him, reaching up to card your fingers through his silky white hair, scratching his scalp lightly and watching as he leans into the contact. he's convinced you're mad at him, that you think he's pathetic. "i don't mind, toru" you coo, which earns a relived sigh from him in return. your voice is soothing when you speak, "let's go again, yeah?"

❝ 𝓘 𝓚NOW, 𝓑ABY ❞

⌗ 𝓼atoru gojo coos you over the edge ! (˶˃𐃷˂˶) based off this (not a p!link), unprotected p in v, whipped!gojo, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweetheart, angel)

the sounds in the once quiet room are obscene— breathy moans, loud squelching with each precise thrust of gojo's hips, and the bed frame thunking against the wall.

he's so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat. all you can do is claw at his broad back desperately, leaving angry red marks in your wake. "toru– ohfuck--!" you're struggling to catch your breath, "s'too much!" his pace is unrelenting, so the least he can do is talk you through it.

"m'sorry, babygirl, i know" his breath fans over your skin as he coos at you so sweetly, a direct opposite to the way he's fucking into you. "s'big, huh?" he's practically cradling you, holding you so close to his chest that you feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against yours.

he pulls your face from hiding in the crook of his neck all to press gentle, reverent kisses over your flushed skin. "my precious girl," he praises, "doin' so good for me, my perfect baby" he moans softly when he feels your pussy flutter around him at his sweet words.

"there you go, you like that?" his voice isn't teasing in the slightest, all genuine loving words, all reserved for you.

that familiar heat is growing low in your belly, his cock hitting your g-spot only intensifying the pressure. "m'close– g'na make me cum--" you manage to breathe out some resemblance of a sentence, through his overwhelming affection and each word coming out as a moan, talking proves to be a bit difficult.

"yeah?" his voice is low and smooth, "y'can't help it, i know sweetheart," he rubs your arm tenderly, "gonna help you, okay? can i do that baby?" you can tell just how enamored he is by you, speaking to you and loving on you like you're the only person in the world, gazing at you like you hung the stars just for him.

you nod dumbly, not caring to ask what he means with how fucked-out you are, brain a pile of mush. before you can compute, he snakes his hand down between the two of you and finds your puffy folds, spreading them. you gasp, hands squeezing at his biceps. "s'okay" he reassures you, thumb finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.

it's enough to make you cry out in pleasure, enough to make you gush around his cock. gojo groans at the feeling, watching your expression in pure awe. "i know, baby" his pace never falters, so close to the edge himself. "there you go, let it all out–" his balls tighten up as he hits his peak, still holding you close, wanting there to be no space between the two of you. he fucks into you a few last times while spilling his warm release deep inside of you, a heady feeling.

he nearly pants, not bothering to pull out when he flops down beside you and pulls you to lay on his chest. you're worn out, and thoroughly satisfied. "did so good, sweet girl" he's smiling, cooing at you and scratching your back soothingly. you simply hum in response, words failing you.

he lets out a chuckle, "my sleepy angel..." his cheesy words could make you laugh if you weren't so spent, so you settle on curling into the comfort of him further, letting him pamper you with his voice.

as you both doze off, you swear you can hear him whisper a little "love you", and you know he means it. because you're all his, and he's all yours.

❝ 𝓟LEASE, 𝓜OMMY? ❞

⌗ 𝓬hoso kamo misses being your good boy ! (◞‸ ◟) ex!choso, masturbation, phone sex, orgasm denial, pathetic!choso, mommy kink, pet names (baby)

your phone buzzing insistently on the wooden nightstand next your bed is what woke you— not that you ever really fell asleep.

honestly, you were relived to have someone calling you, someone to talk to as an alternative to laying in bed awake, alone with your thoughts. but that soon changed when you saw who was ringing you this late.

'choso (DO NOT ANSWER)'

"what the fuck..." you murmured curses under your breath, exhausted with your ex-boyfriend constantly breaking that 'no contact' rule he hates so fucking much.

you can't count how many times he's interrupted your newly single life by spamming you with texts (needy, pathetic texts) begging you to come back to him, to give him another chance, that he can't live without you. such bullshit, you thought.

but, you knew declining his call would only lead to more. and yes, you couldn't bring yourself to block him, no matter how much he annoyed you. your thumb hits the green answer button, the audio playing out on speaker.

"what, choso?" the tone of your voice is short, perpetually exhausted with his constant pleading.

he's actually surprised you answered, a shocked, breathy, and whiny "b-baby?" coming from the other line.

god, he's so relived to hear your voice. he'd been replaying old voice messages or videos with that sweet, soothing, sultry-smooth voice he loves more than anything. the same voice that would lull him to sleep, coo at him and tell him what a good boy he is. he misses you so fucking much.

you're already over this phone call, ready to hang up and shove your face back into the pillow, until you hear that familiar, needy whimper. the whimper you'd pull from him after jerking him off until the point of tears.

you immediately scoff, "you're pathetic." you spit into the phone's microphone, "what the fuck did you call me for– t-to jerk off?!" your voice twists in disgust, the lewd sounds coming from the other side never halting.

"n-no baby, god–!" he gasps, his fist pumping his flushed leaking cock to the sound of your words, even if they are insulting. it's the first time you've spoken to him in weeks. "jus' missed you mah– mommy-" he chokes out, the slick sound of his cock being stroked continued.

"don't call me that, cho" the nickname slipped from your lips before you could catch it, you were too busy getting onto him anyways. "you can fuck your fist all you want, just don't do it on the phone with me you fucking creep!" you sighed deeply, rubbing your temples in some attempt to push away the image of his body covered in a sheen of sweat, slim hips bucking up into his hand. fuck.

"pleaseplease– m'sorry mommy i jus'– his sentence cut off with a soft moan, you could imagine he's getting off from you talking down to him. it's nothing new. you probably shouldn't entertain this, but you just can't help yourself.

"just what, choso?" you huff, "you want me to tell you you're my good boy?" your voice is undeniably teasing, but he's too fucked out to notice.

he immediately gasps, hand speeding up against his shaft messily. "ohmygod– yes!" he whines into the microphone.

"yeah? mommy's good boy?" the words slinked from your lips, so inviting, and so comforting to him. he misses when your hand would roam his body, whispering into his ear calling him that. again, he misses you.

he made a noise between a sob and a moan, you could hear his head lolling back against his headboard with a dull 'thunk'. he's close, you can tell. "mommy– hah– please, need to–"

you cut him off, "don't cum." you're commanding him, because you know he always listens to you. whatever you want.

choso fully sobbed now, every syllable falling from his lips coated in lust and aching need. "why–" he cried. the image of pathetic tears swimming in his eyes goes straight to your core.

"because, cho," you sat up in bed, running a hand across your jaw and sighing, "i'm gonna come over there and make you cum, okay?" he could tell you didn't mean this in a nice way, you meant it in a overstimulate him until he's begging you to stop way. and fuck, if that doesn't make him throb. all he can think about is your hands on him, he doesn't mind the pain if it means he can have you to himself again.

"fuuuck– o-okay mommy, i'll wait" he nods compliantly, grip on his phone so tight he's surprised it hasn't shattered. he just hopes he gets to hold you afterwards. your voice interrupts his thoughts, honey smooth and praising.

"good boy, cho."