reiiifly

your attempts at running away from gojo were all pretty successful. from his hugs and kisses, and even really intimate moments, you avoided them, trying to tease him

“why are you running away from me?” he asked, half-laughing, half-offended.

“i’m not,” you said innocently, already tasking a step back.

i’m in our shared bed thinking i’ve won, til’ i felt his big arms holding me tight so i couldn’t escape.

“got you now,” he murmured, smiling against your hair.

now you find yourself bent over the bed, with gojo gripping your firm and not so tight. his other hand cups you hip, pounding you hard.

“fuck, all these days you’ve been avoiding me has made you–” he groans out. “so tight” gojo slows down his pace, making you whimper under him. all the wetness between your pussy and his cock could be heard better than before.

“thought you could easily get away from this?” he mutters, leaving sharp slaps against your ass, making you moan from the pleasure torment.

“i’m s-sorry,” you felt him sinking into you harder and deeper. gojo began picking up his pace way faster than before. his throbbing cock kissing the very end of the wall of your pussy which made your back arch.

you tried holding onto the sheets for extra support, but gojo gripped both your hands and held them on your back.

“look at you beautiful,” he says. “i can’t believe how you managed to go about these days without me inside you. your pussy is so needy this time, you’re almost making me feel bad.” he chuckles.

“want me to fill you up?” that’s what it took for you to start moving yourself deeper and deeper into him, feeling his heavy balls hit your ass.

“please, gojo!” you moaned out.

“tell me you need my cum bad”

“plea-please baby! i need your cum so bad,”

“good girl,” gojo hums in satisfaction.

your pussy clenched around him, feeling warm spills of white coating everywhere in you , even some leaking it out.

you let a small cry and left breathless. gojo massages your head softly, leaving a kiss on top of your head.

⋆˚࿔ around the kitchen stove 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

pairing: fem!reader x exhusband!toji content// slowburn-ish, smut, praise kink, f!nger!ng, kissing, some fluff

One day, you wake up and realise you’ve been living beside each other instead of with each other.

You signed the papers on a Tuesday morning. Sat across from each other, in a way that didn’t feel real, agreeing on things that should have been harder to let go of.

Your routine, your house and..

your son.

50/50. Fair and practical.

You both told yourselves it was better this way. That the love (whatever version you two had of it) wasn’t the way it was supposed to feel. And maybe it wasn’t, but that didn’t make it easy.

Because even now, there are mornings when your 3 year old asks why daddy doesn’t stay for breakfast anymore.

And you never quite know how to answer that without feeling like you’re explaining something you don’t fully understand yourself.

But hey, life goes on.

It had to.

But somehow, nearly two years later, it leaves you here—

Standing in a café you don’t even like.

You’re standing in line, arms folded, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as the queue moves forward. The air smells like burnt coffee and something overly sweet. You check the time again and again.

You’re just about to look back down when something pulls your attention. There’s someone by the counter.

At first it seems like nothing. Just another person waiting for their coffee. But then you notice the way he stands.

One shoulder lower than the other, like it carries more weight. Your breath falters.

You don’t even need to see his face to know why your chest suddenly feels too tight. You’ve seen that posture before.

You’ve known it.

Your heart starts beating faster. This is stupid, you thought. It’s been almost two years. You see him every week when you drop off your son. You know what he looks like now. You know the exact distance he keeps, the way he nods instead of lingering, the careful politeness he wraps around every interaction like a shield.

Your eyes land on the back of his head. Dark hair. A bit shorter than what it used to be.

He shifts slightly.

And something in your chest drops. You shouldn’t look. You know you shouldn’t. But you do.

He turns just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his profile–

And your breath leaves you all at once.

It’s not him.

That’s definitely not Toji. Just someone who looks close enough to make your heart react before your mind can catch up.

You let out a slow breath, trying to steady yourself, trying to push the feeling back down where it belongs.

But it doesn’t go away. Because this isn’t the first time.

You see him everywhere lately. Or versions of him.

A silhouette across the street. A voice that sounds just slightly familiar. A laugh that hits too close to something you used to know.

It’s like your mind keeps trying to rebuild him in places he doesn’t exist. And you don’t know what that means.

The line moves. You step forward.

You hate it. Because it reminds you of something you don’t like admitting. You miss him.

Not in a way that keeps you up at night, but in the way you still expect him to understand things without explanation. In the way you catch yourself looking for him without meaning to.

Your name finally got called. You step forward, grab your drink and turn away. And for a second you thought—

what would it be like if it had been him. If your eyes met, if something shifted… but then you shake it off. Because that’s not what happened. And even if it did, it wouldn’t change anything.

Right?

You stepped outside, feeling the cold air hit your face. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, already thinking about everything you still have to do.

Pick up your son.

Cook with dinner.

Prepare for tomorrow.

Just normal, simple stuff.

You’re halfway down the street when this time– you see him.

Not a feeling. Not a resemblance of him. Like him him. Actually him.

Standing across the road, one hand in his pocket and the other holding your son’s tiny hand.

Your son spots, his face lighting up instantly. “Mama!” and just like that— everything fades.

Seeing Megumi’s face light up whenever he saw you was the highlight of your day and it was somethibg you wouldn’t dare trade for the world.

“Hey, baby,” you murmur, picking him up holding him close.

For a moment, that’s all there is. Then, you look up. Toji already looking at you. His expression is the same as always.

Unreadable.

Hey,” he says. Simple. Like nothing ever changed. Like everything did.

You nod slightly. “Hey.”

There’s a pause between you two. The type that exists between two people who have know each other too well to pretend, but know well enough anymore to be easy.

Your son shifts in your arms, then pulls back just enough to look between the two of you. “Can we go home now?” he asks, already leaning into you like he’s decided.

You smile softly, brushing your hand over his hair. “Yeah, we can.”

You glance back at Toji, waiting for the usual: “I’ll see you next week.” But today he doesn’t say it right away. Like he’s thinking. But you noticed. You always noticed.

“Did he eat?” you ask, adjusting your hold on your son.

Toji nods. “Yeah. Not much, though.” You sigh lightly. “Of course.”

“He said he was saving space,” he adds. You frown slightly. “For what?”

Before he could answer, Megumi perks up again, like he’s been waiting for this moment.

“For dinner!” he says, so excitedly.

You blink. “Dinner?”

“With you,” he turns his tiny head toward Toji. “And daddy!”

Your heart pauses, you let out a small, careful breath. “Oh.”

You glance at Toji. He’s already looking at your son, his expression unreadable—but softer than before.

“Buddy—” he starts.

But your son cuts him off. “Please?” he asks, looking between the two of you, his little voice hopeful in a way that doesn’t feel fair.

Because how are you supposed to say no to that?

“It’s not—” you begin, then stop.

Because you don’t even know how to finish that sentence.

It’s not what?

Not appropriate?

Not a good idea?

Not something you can handle?

All of it feels true. And none of it feels like something you can say out loud to your son who just wants both his parents in the same room.

This could be a bad idea.

A really bad idea. And you know it. Toji knows it. But when you look at him again— He doesn’t look away.

“Just dinner,” he says. Like he’s giving you space to say no. You really should. But with the way your son is looking at you, you just can’t.

“…Okay.” you say, before you overthink it.

Your son lights up instantly, his entire face brightening in a way that makes something in your chest ache. “Really?!”

You nod, softer now. “Really.” Your son hugs you tighter, like you just did something big.

Maybe you did.

By the time you unlock the door of your penthouse, your chest tightens.

“Go wash your hands baby,” you tell Megumj softly. He runs off immediately. And just like that— it’s quiet. You settle your bag down slowly, fully aware that he’s right behind you.

You turn slightly, he’s already looking around. “It looks…” he starts, then pauses.

You lean slightly, crossing your arms. “What?”

He glances at the space again, then back at you. “…Clean.”

You let out a small breath through your nose “Yeah,” you say lightly. “It always was.”

You don’t look at him right away. But you can feel it—

the way his attention lingers, like he caught the edge in your tone and chose not to ignore it. You reach for the kitchen counter, brushing imaginary crumbs away just to give your hands something to do.

“No wonder our son gets his cleanliness from you.”

You turn your head slightly, studying him.

He looks the same—calm, unreadable—but there’s something quieter in his expression. Something that doesn’t match the almost petty tone you were ready for.

It throws you off. “Yeah,” you mutter, turning back toward the counter. “Well… someone had to teach him.” The corner of his mouth lifts just slightly. “I did help.”

You give him a look. “Mhm.”

“I did,” he repeats, pushing off the counter a little. “You just liked doing things your way.”

You scoff softly. “Because my way actually made sense.”

“That’s debatable.” You turn fully now, folding your arms.

“Oh really?”

He nods once, like he’s very sure. “You used to reorganize things I already put away.”

“They were in the wrong place.”

“They were in a place.”

You let out a small laugh despite yourself. “Exactly.”

He scoffs, shaking his head slightly, but there’s no annoyance to it. “You’re still like that, aren’t you?” he says.

“Like what?” “Particular.”

You narrow your eyes slightly. “That’s a nice way of saying controlling.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You meant it.” A small pause. Then— “Maybe a little.”

You roll your eyes. Then huff, turning back to the counter. “Wow.”

There’s a quiet chuckle behind you.

You try your best to ignore it, turning your attention to the fridge to grab the ingredients for dinner.

Focusing on the vegetables infront of you, the steady rhythm of chopping grounding you again.

Time passes without you really noticing. The kitchen settles into something quieter. Softer.

Your son’s voice drifts in and out from the other room, mixed with the faint sound of a cartoon playing in the background.

You’re focused on cutting, stacking, moving—keeping your hands busy so your thoughts don’t wander too far.

You don’t hear him move closer. Not at first.

It’s only when the space around you shifts—

when the air feels different—

that you realize. He’s right behind you. Closer than before.

Your hand slows.

“…What are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep your tone normal.

No answer. Just his hand reaching past you. Grabbing the edge of the counter. Now you’re caged between the counter and him. He’s so close to you to. Close enough that you can feel the warmth of him.

“…Toji.”

His name comes out quieter than you meant it to. He hums softly in response, like he’s not in any rush to move.

“You’re in the way.”

“I needed this,” he replies calmly, feeling his breath against your neck, leaving shivers down your spine.

Your grip tightens slightly around the knife, though you’ve stopped cutting completely now.

“You could’ve asked.”

“You would’ve taken too long.” You almost turn your head. Almost. But you don’t, because you know if you do you’ll be way too close

“You’re still so annoying,” you mutter. There’s a small pause. Then, right near your ear, then a quiet “Still?” falls from his lips.

You finally turn your head slightly, just enough to glance at him over your shoulder.

He’s already looking at you. Too close.

You’re not moving,” you point out.

“Neither are you.”

“That’s because you’re—” You stop.

Because there’s nowhere to go with that sentence.

One of his hands comes sliding down to your waist, keeping you close.

“You always did this,” he says quietly. You frown slightly. “Did what?”

“Got quiet when you didn’t know what to say.”

Your chest tightens just a little. “I know what to say.”

“Then say it.”

You hesitate.

“…Move,” you settle on instead. There’s a small pause. Then, the faintest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.“That’s not what you want to say.”

You exhale, turning your head forward again. “You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

You let out a soft, disbelieving breath. “You’re so—”

“Annoying?” he offers.

“…Yes.”

There’s a quiet huff of amusement behind you. And then, finally, he stepped back. You stare down at the vegetables for a second longer than necessary before picking up the knife again.

“You’re impossible,” you mutter. “And you didn’t push me away,” he replies easily.

7:16pm.

You’re at the dinner table with Toji sitting across from you, your son sitting next to you as you feed him. You hold the spoon close to his mouth. “Open,” you murmur. He does, half-distracted from the cartoon playing in the background.

Toji watches. Quiet. You feel his gaze at you piercing. Of course you did.

“You’re staring,” you say not looking up at him. “I’m observing.”

You huff softly. “That’s the same thing.”

“Not really.”

You glance at him briefly. “Then what’s the difference?” He tilts his head slightly, like he’s thinking about it.

“Staring is mindless,” he says. “Observing means there’s something worth looking at.”

You pause, then continue feeding Megumi like it didn’t affect you. “Ugh. You’re still so weird.”

He smirks to himself.

8:22pm.

Dinner ended quite better than you had hoped for. Your son falls asleep faster than usual, curled up on the couch, one arm tucked under his cheek.

Then you reach down, brushing your fingers gently through his hair.

“He had fun,” Toji says behind you. You nod. “…Yeah.”

There’s a pause.

Then softer—“He misses this.” Your chest tightens. “I know.”

You straighten slowly, pulling the blanket up over your son before turning toward him. “I’ll move him to bed in a bit,” you say. He nods. “I can carry him.”

You walk ahead, opening the door to your son’s room, watching as he lays him down gently. Adjusts the blanket. Brushes his hair back. That same soft version of him.

You stand in the doorway longer than you should. Just simply watching. Feeling something you don’t quite want to name.

“I can see he sleeps better when you’re here,” you say quietly, your voice softer than you intended. Toji glances at you briefly before looking back down at him. “He just likes routine.”

You almost smile at that. “You are his routine.” When he finally straightens up and turns to you, you’re now aware of how close you’re standing. “Come on,” you murmur, stepping back into the hallway to give him space, though you’re not sure why your chest feels tight as you do.

He runs a hand over the back of his neck, glancing toward the living room like he’s grounding himself in something familiar. “I should head out,” he says, though his voice lacks the usual finality.

You nod instinctively. “Yeah… it’s late.” But neither of you moves. Not toward the door. You stay where you are, leaning lightly against the wall, your arms folded loosely—not defensive, just… something to hold onto.

He notices. Of course he does. His gaze shifts back to you, slower this time, more deliberate. “You’re thinking about something.”

You huff softly. “You always say that.” “Because I’m usually right.”

You shake your head, but there’s no real denial in it. Instead, you let out a quiet breath, your eyes dropping for a moment before lifting back to his.

“…You can stay,” you say.

“Stay?” he repeats, quieter this time.

You nod, shrugging lightly. “It’s late. And he’ll probably ask for you in the morning anyway.” It’s a safe excuse. You both know it.

But he doesn’t call you out on it. Instead, his gaze lingers just a second longer before he nods slowly. “…Alright.”

You hand him a shirt without thinking too much about it, only realizing too late that it’s one of his. One he left behind a long time ago.

But he doesn’t comment, just takes it from you with a quiet, “Thanks,” before heading toward the bathroom.

You exhale slowly once he’s gone, your fingers brushing over your arm as if you’re trying to settle yourself. This is fine.

It’s just one night.

It doesn’t mean anything. Right?

When he comes back, the air shifts again. The shirt fits him the same way it always did—slightly loose, familiar in a way that feels too personal for something that shouldn’t matter anymore.

You’re standing in the kitchen when he walks in, and when you look up, your eyes meet immediately. Neither of you look away this time.

“Can,t believe you kept it,” he says, glancing down at the shirt before looking back at you.

You lean lightly against the counter, your fingers curling against the edge. “It was comfortable.” A faint smirk touches his lips. “Still is.”

“You didn’t have to ask me to stay,” he says after a moment, his voice lower now. You tilt your head slightly. “I know.”

“Then why did you?” The question settles between you, heavier than anything else tonight.

You hesitate—not because you don’t have an answer, but because you’re not sure you want to say it out loud.

“…I don’t know,” you admit finally, your voice softer, more honest than you intended. His gaze doesn’t leave yours. He steps closer.

“You do,” he says quietly. You then turn to face him, feeling your back suddenly press against the counter as he almost closes the distance between you. “You’re not being fair,” you murmur.

“I’m not trying to be.” There’s a pause. And then, quieter—

“I miss this.”

Your chest tightens sharply. “Miss what?” you ask, even though you think you already know. His gaze flickers briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.

“Us,” he says simply. His hand lift slowly to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing it with his thumb like a precious art piece.

“Tell me to stop,” he says quietly. Your breath falters. You don’t. And that’s all it takes. Your lips clash with each others, leaving quiet smooches! and warm breath against each other.

This was a bad idea and you knew it.But could you help yourself? Nope.

Inviting his own hand down your leggings, he cupped your pussy, feeling the wetness, heat on his fingers. “…fuck girl, already like this for me?”

You kept quiet, hiding your face in his neck as he rubs small circles around your clothed cunt.

He pushes your panties aside, slowly making his way into you with all three fingers. “Somethings never change. Still so warrrmmmm and wetttt.”

You leave small bites against his neck, trying your best to hide your moans. He starts making movements back and fourthh, making you clench your walls around his greedy fingers. Faster and deep-deep—deep in. “…you still got it in you?” Toji groans.

You hesitate, not sure of what to say. But finally–“…yesss.”

Toji had you where he wanted you. Your back pressed against the bed, your face looking heavenly at him, like you’re in a whole different world. His mouth was wet from kissing your lips and chest. His hands slide down the under of your breasts, cupping them and rubbing your soft nipples ‘til they harden.

He takes the opportunity to use his tongue on your breasts. He slowly lift his head because you were sooo close, but you needed more.

Toji notices your eyes begging for him. “Don’t worry, doll, I’ve got you.”

Both you and Toji’s clothes were long gone. His shirt on the floor, your bra on the dresser next to the bed.

He shoves his cock in you, inch by inch, as if he’s making sure the inside of your pussy was remoulded by all his shape.Toji is looking at your pretty face with so much admiration and love. “You’re taking in me so well, baby…” he leaves soft praises for you. “…fuck, no one could ever make feel this good, this pussy is all minnnneee.”

Toji always loved fucking you like this. But he’d always check up on you. The only thing he wanted you to care about in this moment was him stretching your pussy loose.

He was slammin’ his fully hard dick to the very back of your cervix, leaving you a moaning, filthy yet hot mess. Your pussy tightening around him like she never wants to leave.

He rubss your wet cunt with his fingers, and shoves them a bit aggressively into your mouth, trying to feel your warm breath and saliva into around his fingers.

You get a taste of both your liquids, a taste of something so sweeett and bitter, that you couldn’t help but lick his fingers around and around.

“…you’re so big tojjiii—fuck!” you mumble, his fingers reaching towards your throat. His fat cock hitting every hot, velvety walls.

He can’t get enough with how your ass looks so soft and jiggles every thrust he takes. You’re even pushing your pussy inside of him, not needing his other hand guiding you on it. It’s as if your pussy has a mind of its own and swallows him.

Toji finally takes his fingers out you, leaving you nearly breathless. “…you don’t know—hck! how much I’ve been wanting this,” Toji says also breathlessly “I’ve got to be the luckiest and man in this damn— fucckk, world…”

As you’re grinding on him, he starts to feel his cum loading up, already leaking if precum. His balls slapping against your wet flesh, with wet, sloppy sounds and the mix of your juices spilling out.

“Ji,— I’m about to- cu–cum!… pleaassee, fuuckk!”

You cream around his cock, as he thrusts innnnn and ouutttt with more pressure than before. With one last, final thrust Toji stuffs his cock inside you.

Hot, sticky ropes of cum pump deep into you, flooding it with his hot seed. His body twitches against yours as he thrusts back into you, keeping you all warm and comfortable.

You both come down from your high, laying next to each other, holding eye contact.

The room is dim, the only light coming from the hallway slipping through the door, just enough to see the outline of his face. Your fingers rest lightly against the pillow between you, barely brushing his hand.

“…You’re thinking again,” he murmurs quietly. His voice is softer now. You huff a small breath, eyes flicking up to his. “You always say that.”

“Because you always are.”

You shift slightly, your fingers brushing his properly now without meaning to.

“You’re not?” you ask. He watches you for a second before answering.

“…I am.” That makes you pause. Because he doesn’t usually admit that.

“What about?” you ask, quieter now. His gaze lingers on your face, slower than before, like he’s taking his time with the answer. “…This,” he says simply.

Your chest tightens just a little. “Regretting it already?” you try, but your voice sounds hesitant.

He shakes his head almost immediately. “No.” “I just don’t want you to.”

You swallow, your gaze dropping for a second before lifting back to his. “I don’t,” you admit.

Your hand shifts again, this time resting more fully against his. He turns his hand slightly so your fingers fit more comfortably against his, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles in a slow, absent motion.

You exhale softly, your body relaxing into the bed a little more. “…We’re going to confuse him,” you murmur after a moment.

Toji’s thumb stills for a second before continuing its slow movement. “…We’ll figure it out,” he says. You glance at him. “That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I have right now.” You smile at that.

Your hand stays loosely against his, your breathing evening out slowly as the moment fades into something softer. And just before you fully drift off—

you feel it.

𓂃 toji is a softy۶ৎ

☆ ࣪⭑. ݁ art by: that’s allitchief

. ݁　A/N: edited this cause I saw Toji is getting attention these days 𑣲⋆｡˚ enjoy!

You’ve always known one thing about him—Toji isn’t the type to show off.

He lives in oversized hoodies, long sleeves, soft fabrics that hide more than they reveal. He didn’t do this because he’s insecure… but because it just doesn’t cross his mind. And you’ve never pushed to it.

Until today. You get home earlier than usual, the house quiet and still. Your bag slips from your shoulder as you call out, “Toji?”

No answer.

You hear something faint down the hallway—movement, a drawer closing. Thinking nothing of it, you walk toward the room and gently push the door open.

He’s standing a bit far from the drawer, his back turned slightly toward you. His shirt is off. For a second, it’s as if your brain malfunctions. Nearly two years together and you’ve never seen him like this.

Your eyes linger before you can stop them.

His back is broader than you expected. The muscles in his shoulders shift subtly as he moves, the lines of his arms firm, built from habit rather than intention. And then your gaze catches on something else. A tattoo.

It stretches across his upper back, dark ink against his warm skin. The way it follows the shape of him… makes it hard to look away.

Your breath catches. And that’s what gives you away.

He freezes slightly before turning around. The moment his eyes meet yours, surprise flickers across his face. Then comes the soft flush, creeping up his neck.

“Oh,” he exhales. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I—sorry. I didn’t know you were—“ you gesture vaguely, immediately regretting it.

He glances down, then back at you, ears turning pink. “I was just changing.”

“I can see that,” you mumble. A quiet, almost shy laugh escapes him.

Your eyes flicker over him again—just for a second. But he notices.

Of course he does.

His hand reaches for his shirt, hesitating as his fingers brush the fabric. “…I can put it back on,” he says softly.

“No,” you reply, a little bit too quick.

You both freeze.

Your face warms. “I mean—you don’t have to rush.” He studies you for a moment, something gentle in his expression. Then he nods slightly. “…Okay.”

But neither of you move. The air feels heavier now. Not uncomfortable—just… different.

“You’re home early,” he says after a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Yeah,” you nod, stepping a little further into the room. “Classes ended sooner.”

He hums softly, shifting his weight. Your gaze drifts again—this time lingering for a second longer, tracing the lines you hadn’t noticed before… and that tattoo you’re suddenly curious about.

“You’re staring,” he says, scoffing. You exhale. “I know.”

His head tilts slightly, a little bit upset you walked up on him, “…why?”

You hesitate, then smile faintly. “Because I didn’t know you look like this.” For a second, you think you said too much—but then he looks away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“…It’s not a big deal, really.” he murmurs.

“It is to me.”

That makes him pause.

He looks back at you—really looks this time. And something shifts in his expression, something warmer. “…you think so?” he asks.

You nod, moving closer, standing in between his legs, cupping his cheeks.

The room doesn’t feel the same anymore, like something shifted.

He’s the first to break the silence between you two. “… I should probably—“ he gestures lightly to his shirt. But he doesn’t reach for it, like something stopped him.

“Can I…?” you start, your voice trailing off.

He looks up at you. “…Can you what?”

Your gaze flickers briefly to his shoulder… then to his back, where you remember the tattoo. “…your tattoo,” you say, quieter now. “Can I see it properly?”

“Okay.”

Your hands rest against his shoulders, steadying yourself more than anything. For a second, neither of you move.

Then you tilt your head. “Turn around a bit.”

He hesitates—but listens, shifting just enough for you to see his back properly.

It stretches across his upper back in a soft, flowing design—but at the center of it… is something small. Subtle. Easy to miss if you’re not looking closely.

Your breath catches. “…Is that—”

You lean in slightly, your fingers hovering before gently touching his back, tracing just near the center.

“…my initial?” you whisper.

He goes completely still. For a moment, he doesn’t answer.

After a few seconds. “…Yeah.”

Your heart drops. You knew Toji wasn’t the most considerate but this? This took you by surprise.

“You… never told me.” you say softly.

He lets out a small breath, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous habit. “It wasn’t a big thing.”

“It is now,” you murmur.

Your fingers trace it properly now—careful, like it’s something fragile. Like you don’t want to mess it up even though it’s already permanent.

“You hid it,” you say, not accusing—just noticing. He shrugs slightly, turning his face away from you out of frustration. “I wasn’t hiding it from you. I just didn’t think it mattered to say.”

You shake your head a little, stepping closer without realising it.

“It matters to me.”

That makes him glance back at you.

And the look on your face must say everything—because the nervousness in his expression softens into something quieter.

Your hand doesn’t leave his back.

“…Why?” he asks gently.

You pause, then smile just a little. “Because, hello? We’ve been together for nearly two years Toji, it means you were thinking about me… even when I wasn’t there.”

He looks down slightly, a faint smirk forming “I’m always thinking about you,” he admits, almost under his breath.

That does something to you.

Without thinking, your other hand moves—cupping his face gently and guiding him to look back at you.

“You’re unfair,” you whisper.

He blinks. “What?”

“You do things like this and don’t even realise how much they mean.”

His cheeks warm slightly. “I didn’t think it was… a big gesture,” he says.

You shake your head, smiling softly. “That’s why it is.”

Your thumb brushes against his cheek, and he leans into it just slightly without thinking. “You’re really sweet,” you murmur.

“Tsk… only with you,” he replies. You smile. Then, without overthinking it this time, you lean in.

The kiss is soft.

And when you pull back, your foreheads rest together, your hand still lightly against his face.

“…You really put my initial on you,” you whisper, almost like you’re still processing it.

He nods. “Yeah.” And the way his hands settle securely at your waist— fuck.

You smile again, softer this time.

“Good,” you say quietly. The word lingers between you, and so does the feeling.

His grip at your waist tightens instantly, enough to keep you close to him. Another kiss comes in—like before— but more intense.

You lean into him without thinking, your hands sliding from his face to rest against his shoulders again.

He exhales softly against your lips, and you feel it—how much you want this. But he doesn’t stop. He leans into further into it.

The kiss deepens, still gentle, no longer hesitant. His thumb brushes lightly against your side, slow and absentminded, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling.

You tilt your head just slightly, and he follows. Always following. That’s just how he is.

Your fingers curl slightly into his shoulders as you steady yourself, and he responds without thinking—his hands pulling you just a little closer this time. Even your heartbeat feels louder now, like it’s echoing between both of you.

When you finally pull back, it’s only for a second. Just enough to breathe.

Your foreheads rest together again, your noses brushing lightly. Neither of you say anything. You don’t need to.

His eyes flicker open slightly, searching your face like he’s checking—still unsure, but gentle.

“…Is this okay ma?” he murmurs, almost breathless.

You smile, your hand sliding back up to cup his cheek.

“It is,” you whisper.

That’s all he needs. He leans in again—this time with more intensity. His head starts moving to your neck, leaving red marks all over you. He lets a soft whimper, wishing this moment would last forever.

“Can I ma?” he asks, warm breath against your skin.

“Of course, baby.” That word baby really did touch him.

Dating Toji, made you learn so many things about him, one of them being that he loves spending time with you. He enjoys every single moment you two share, though he would never admit that.

And right now, boy is he having the time of his life. You find yourself, shifting slightly and before you realise, you’re sitting on his lap

Your hands rest lightly on his shoulders, fingertips tracing slow, absent-minded patterns, while his thumbs brush softly against your sides. Neither of you say anything at first. You just stay like that, letting the quiet breathing and heavy moans fill the space between you.

He chuckles softly, a warm sound, and tilts his head to press his forehead lightly against yours. “I like this,” he admits quietly, almost to himself.

“I like it too,” you whisper back.

At one point, you rest your head on his shoulder, eyes closing for a moment, leaving lazy kisses along his collarbone.

“…You know,” he murmurs, his voice low and lazy, “I could stay like this forever.” You smile against his shoulder. “Me too.”

You felt his cock throbbing beneath you. You slowly lifted your head, to see him. Oh Toji, he looked so fucking hot underneath you.

“Are you nervous, Toji?” you asked him teasingly.

“Ha—me? Nervous? Never, mama—“ you interrupted him , pressing a small kiss on his lips.

“You’re so pretty, babe.”

Toji was feeling a rush of overstimulation from the emotions he was getting now. Now you have him wrapped around your finger.

“Toji,” that took him out of whatever he was thinking about.

“…yeah?” he asked, looking at you with admiration.

“Can I… feel you?” you asked, sending him a wave of warmth. “Feel me?”

“…yeah. Inside me.”

He surrendered to you. Of course he would. With you looking like this, how couldn’t he? “Yes, please.”

You were beating him in a game you knew he would win first place at. Kissing and sucking his lips so hard, coating his lips in your saliva, leaving him wiping his lips clean.

“…uh—fuck, I-I’m close..” he slowly trailed, squinting his eyes shut.

“Not yet, babe,” you said back. “Take your pants off.”

Without a second thought, he got off the bed, taking his pants, his heart pounding heavily. You followed after, taking your shirt and skirt off, leaving yourself in a black laced bra. His favourite colour.

You both get on the bed. You chuckled, getting on top him, giving his hard cock a wet lick from your wet pussy.

“You keep staring at it babe. Now you’re making me nervous.”

You slowly started grinding on him, making him break out . “…fuuuuckk”

You slowly sinked your pussy into his hard length, letting his tip kiss each wall in you. “mmphh- you feel so—sooo good ji. fuck.” you mewled out.

“uuughhhh,” Toji pathetically whined out. With a rush of ecstasy, Toji grabbed both your hips and picked up the pace, bouncing you up and down his throbbing cock.

“…ohhh Tojiii, pleaseeee-please don’t stop!” you screamed out, beams of sweat forming all over your face.

With one final stretch, Toji moaned out your name desperately, warm, gooey ropes of white spilling everywhere and anywhere in you.

He watched you come down too, tears in his eyes and running down his face. He helped you get off him. You both stayed like that for awhile, eyes glued to each other.

“You’re warm,” he murmurs softly, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

“You too,” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. “That felt… really amazing.” a small smile forming your face.

He blinks slowly, like he’s savoring the word. “Amazing, huh?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. “With you.”

There’s a pause, just the sound of your slow, matching breaths. Then he lets out a quiet laugh, soft and shy. “I didn’t know I could make someone feel… like that.”

“You do,” you answer immediately, your thumb brushing over his jaw lightly. “It’s one of the things I like about you.”

His eyes soften, and he shifts just slightly so he can press his forehead closer to yours. “You really mean that?”

“Of course,” you murmur, tracing gentle circles on his chest. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

ᡣ𐭩 •Toji is so clingy｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Art by: thatsallitchief

content: older!toji x fem!reader, toji is needy

The afternoon sun spilled through the window as notebooks, highlighters, and textbooks covered the desk. You were deep into studying, trying to make sense of everything before your next test. The room was quiet—until you heard the door creak open.

“Hey,” Toji said softly.

You don’t look up. “I’m studying.”

A pause. Then footsteps. Suddenly, he was behind you, wrapping you up in a tight hug, his chest resting on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “I miss you,” he mumbled, even though you’d seen him like an hour ago.

“You’re literally here,” you replied, trying not to smile, still pretending to focus on your notes “Mhm,” he said, not moving. “Still miss you.”

He tightened his hold on you slightly, swaying you side to side. “I have to study,” you told him.

“C’mon doll, you deserve a little break.” he countered immediately, gently but stubbornly turning your chair a little so you faced him more.

Toji’s personality had always been like this. If he wanted affection, he was going to get it… one way or another.

You gave him a look. “You’re distracting.”

“I’m helping,” he said, slowly pulling you up from the chair. Before you could argue, he flopped back onto the bed, taking you with him, arms wrapped securely around you. “You’re impossible.” you muttered, a small smile spreading on your face.

“It’s only gonna be like 5 minutes, babe.”

“You said that last time and it turned into 3 hours.”

“And were you mad about?” he asked.

You opened your mouth. Then closed it.

“Exactly.”

Because the second you shifted even slightly like you were about to get off his lap, his arm tightened around your back—not rough, just firm enough to stop you.

“Don’t,” he said quietly.

You blinked at him. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“You were about to.”

“I was adjusting—”

“Mhm.” That tone again. Not believing you for a second. You let out a breath, half annoyed, half amused. “You’re so dramatic.”

“And you’re not leaving,” he replied, just as easily.

You felt Toji’s hand moving up your back and hooked on the strap of your bra, taking it off in swift motion. He grabbed both breasts, moving them in circular motions, while pinching your nipples hard.

“Tojiiii-“ you moaned out. “What babe, you can’t take it?” You felt his cock hardening against your clothed cunt. You need him inside you so bad right now.

You couldn’t help yourself, your body on its own started riding him down there, making him growl out a “fuck…” out his mouth. His hands grab on to your thighs sliding his hands to the waistband of your black shorts, pulling them off, giving him the sight of your pussy dripping wet on his sweatpants. It was a sight for sore eyes.

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Toji loved fucking you dumb. With you bouncing up and down on his large cock, his cock is pulsing inside your cunt, leaving loud, wet splotches! and pops!. His fingers are digging into your ass cheeks, spreading them out.

“…fuck baby,” he groaned. “You’re taking me in so well. “such a tight pussy. fuuuuuck— you feel so good doll.”

You leaned down, open-mouthed, pressing wet kisses on his lips. Breathless moans of your names being said against each other’s mouths. As the kiss continued to deepen, he smacked your ass so many times, leaving his hand prints on it.

“mmh, y/n, i’m gonna cum in- fuuck. keep going babe.” Toji growled out, fucking his hips up into you faster than before.

His cockhead was leaving kisses on every single wall, slowly leakingg cum inside. Toji’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, you moaning his name out loud.

“…ohh yessss, that’s it baby. just like that, ugghhhh—shit...” he groans. Warm spills of his thick, gooey cum flood your cunt, leaving you a moaning mess. You two continue to ride it out slowly ‘til you came to stop.

Fuck. He wants needs more though.

Toji flipped you on your back, spreading your legs further apart, looking at your sore cunt like there were love hearts in his eyes. Toji stroked his cock, making it harder, —and gosh, you wished it was you holding and rubbing it for him.

Toji ate you out so roughly, your hands were tangled in his shaggy, black hair. Your cunt left his lips so wet and his nose rubbing against it.

“Fuuuckk Toji! Plea—please don’t stop! I’m almos— there—” you screamed out.

You came down Toji’s tongue, with some of your cum making a mess on the sheets. His tongue laid back on your cunt, licking every part of it dry.

You both came down from your high and he looked at you with so much admiration. A small smirk tugging on his face.

“You see babe? That wasn’t bad” he says softly, his hand rubbing against your thigh.

“That was 2 hours Toji. I have to get back to studying.” you said softly, still left breathless. “I still have that test next week”

Toji looking at you with his hazy eyes.

ঌ໒Scenarios with Higuruma ꒱˚⋆𐙚

A/N: i’m having a lot of fun making these stories so i’m gonna try my best to continue! this is all based on my opinion !! (might make a second part of the third scenario🫶)

Art by: ~eukniv on X

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𐙚 Whenever you put on a show that has do with law related stuff, Higuruma already sighs. Not in an annoyed way—more like he couldn’t let it slide.

“That wouldn’t hold up in court.”

“They skipped, like, four steps there.”

“You can’t just say that to a witness-“

You shush him, but he just pulls you closer and keeps watching, mumbling corrections under his breath.

This became a routine. And honestly? You start looking forward to his commentary more than the show itself. Sometimes he’ll pause just to explain something. Such as breaking down what would actually happen, pointing out legal strategies and whatnot. You can tell he secretly enjoys doing this.

“…wow, you think you’re better than them?” you ask, teasing him.

“No, just more… realistic.”

𐙚 You’re both in bed, lights off. He’s lying on his back, staring at nothing in particular, like his mind is somewhere else.

You can tell. So you shift closer—just enough that your shoulder brushes his. That’s all it takes. He turns slightly, his arm moving around you almost automatically, pulling you in until you’re tucked against him properly. His chin rests lightly against the top of your head.

Then, quietly you ask, “Long day?”

A small exhale. “Yeah.”

Your hand comes up, resting against his chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breathing. After a bit, your fingers start moving small, absent circles. His hold on you tightens slightly, just to keep you close there. Higuruma leaves small kisses on your forehead, rubbing your back slowly, which leaves a small smile on your face.

“You know, I bought this cute sleepwear which I thought you might like. It’s in your favourite colour-“ you were caught off guard when you heard snoring, already fallen asleep. You look at him and kiss him on the cheek goodnight.

𐙚 Higuruma always smells good.

He maintains a strong hygiene routine and he knows it himself, that he loves to smell good. The morning you woke up, he already left for work. You could still smell the scent of that expensive cologne he’d always use. Actually he’s never used it the fragrance before. It was until you told him he smelled great with it, which made him a bit turned on.

You decided to wear one of his shirts for the day and gosh, you’d think the shirt was drowned in that scent of his. And that made you really miss him more. So you decide to take a picture of yourself wearing it, showing a bit of cleavage just to tease him.

I’m missing you so bad right now. *Attachment*

It didn’t take him long to respond.

I’m about to get in a meeting and you’re distracting me. You look pretty, love. I’ll be home by 6. Don’t take it off.

Soon as he got home, he had already took off the shirt for you, touching you everywhere. You’re straddled on his lap, rocking on his hard on, back and forth, which made him lean his head back, moaning.

“Fuuuccck y/n” he grunts. “Be a good girl for me and suck this dick for me.”

“What’s the magic word, my love?” you tease him. You were used to him being so needy so you’d tease him whenever you guys would be this intimate.

“Pleassseee baby.”

You looked down his pants, taking the belt off. Though Higuruma takes things slow, he’s helping you take his pants off quickly, leaving them scattered somewhere over the floor. You wrap your pretty lips around the tip, licking his salty precum, which nearly sent him over the edge. He puts one of his hands on your head, slowing pushing you down to take all of him.

“You take my cock so well, love. Just look at you sucking me in so hard.” Higuruma grunts, using his other hand to grab the edge of the couch. One thing led to another, and now you find yourself in bed with him, your fingers tangled in his hair as he eats you out. Him leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy and him digging his two finger deep inside you. He quickly took them out, having his tongue flat and dragging it to your clit. Sucking so hard with a wet twah!, leaving your legs trembling. “Soo fu-fucking sweet.” he moans as he grips your thoughts for extra support.

Well this is going to be a long night.

𐙚 Higuruma may have a hard time with the work he does but he stays a devoted a man.

He does everything in his power to take care of you. You had told him that you can look after yourself, trying not to overwhelm him with so much things to do. And he respects that, but he does it because he wants to, for the woman that he loves so dearly.

One time you had burnt yourself trying to cook his favourite meal and he immediately came up to you, taking a look at your hand. “It’s nothing sweetie, it’s just a burn mark.” It wasn’t nothing to him.

He was holding your hand carefully under the tap, letting the cold water run down. He pressed a small kiss on your knuckles. “What if you hurt yourself even more, love? And imagine if I wasn’t here-“ he says worried about you.

“You stress too much. If it helps, you can help me cook then.” You say cheeky.

He says slightly reassured, “I’d love nothing more.”

𐙚 It started raining heavily. You’re by the window, watching the streets blur, wondering what time Higuruma would be back.

“Drive safe.” you text him. 19:56

By 21:04 that’s when you heard the door open. He steps in, slightly damp from the rain. He looks more tired than usual. He looks over his shoulder to see that you’re still up watching the TV, not really paying attention to it. He flops on top of you, sneaking his arms under your neck. You don’t say anything, you just wrap your arms around him.

“You won’t believe the day I just had.” He says, his voice tired. “Had this… situation at work, dragged on longer than it should’ve.” Your fingers trace small patterns on his back.

“And then everything else just… stacked on top of it.” He pauses, like he’s deciding whether to keep going.

You don’t interrupt. So he does.

“People not listening. Things not lining up. Just—” he exhales softly, shaking his head a little. “One of those days.”

Your hand moves to his hand as he leans more into your neck.

“Sounds exhausting,” you say quietly.

“Mm. But I’m okay now, with you here. I’m just tired.” He says softly.

.୨୧⋆˚꩜ Can you please stay? ₊⊹ ⋆𝜗ৎ♡˚꩜｡⋆. Part 2

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲: 𝐅_𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲𝟎 𝐨𝐧 𝐗

︶content: ₊˚꒷chosoxf!reader꒷꒦♡₊˚, college au, modern au, smut, fingering, p in v sex, choso is a switch, choso is needy, choso’s first time, he’s BIG, he’s shy and so cute, choso is clingy, sloppy sex

A/N: enjoy!

The silence lingers a little too long. Y/N glances around the room, hoping that it’s start making sense to her. It doesn’t.

“…this is your room.” you said slowly, already pulling the blanket off your legs. You swing your feet towards the floor like you’re about to stand up.

“Wait-“ Choso reaches out, catching your arm before you can fully get up. It wasn’t rough, just quick. Instinctive.

“You didn’t just end up here,” he says, a little too fast. That makes you pause. “…then how did I?” Choso hesitates, debating how much to say or how to say it without making things worse.

“We happened to be at the same party last night. Yuji’s place to be exact. You didn’t see me at first.”

A beat.

“You weren’t… exactly steady.”

You still.

“And then you came up to me,” he continues, a bit quieter now. “And asked me to take you back home.”

Now it’s really starting to catch with you. You began to remember the music being too loud, the lights being so bright. Gosh, out of all people I could have asked why him?! you thought to yourself.

“I didn’t want to walk alone,” you murmur to yourself than to anything. Choso glances at you, a little surprised. “Yeah. You-uh… you made that very clear.” You let out a small, embarrassed breath. A pause settles between you two but it’s different now. Much softer and warmer. You become more aware of how close you guys still are. The way your arms are almost touching. The way neither of you have actually moved them.

“I’m sorry.” you say, though it comes out quieter than you intended.

“It’s fine,” your dorm mate replies quickly. “If anything I should be the one apologising. You did nothing wrong. When we got back here you asked to sleep in my room. Even if it was a little confusing, I probably should’ve taken the couch to give you some space.”

Now you’re really starting to feel embarrassed. “Really Choso, you don’t have to… but why didn’t you sleep on the couch?” you ask.

“Well…” he hesitates slightly. “you grabbed my arm before I could leave and asked if I could stay with you.” A small pause. “I couldn’t just leave you alone. And… I didn’t want to.”

Listening to all of this made you almost forgot that you just felt this guy’s hard cock against you. Did he even know you felt it? This night was embarrassing enough so you decided to keep that to yourself. Although you can’t deny how good that moment felt. How your pussy was already throbbing at that sensation. The wetness of his fabric making you feel hot. You wondered how good it’d feel to have your pussy enveloping his big dick and him riding into you.

Choso speaks again. “You can… go back to your room, if you-uh… want to. You probably didn’t mean to stay.”

The words hang there, but you don’t move. Instead you tilt your head, watching him. “…Do you want me to?” you ask. It comes out steadier than expected. Choso freezes. For a second, he doesn’t answer—like he wasn’t prepared for that.

His eyes flick to your eyes, then away, then back again.

“No. Please no.” he says more honestly. The space between you feels smaller now.

You shift a little closer—not enough to be obvious, just enough that it’s undeniable. Choso notices. He doesn’t pull away. His breath catches, just slightly. “Are you sure?” you ask, softer now—but there’s something more certain underneath it.

Choso doesn’t answer with words this time. He kisses you, wrapping his big arms around you like you’re what he’s been needing all this life. You found yourself on top of him, straddling his lap, feeling that wet spot even wetter than before against your panties. Choso’s fingers now under your shirt, rubbing lazy circles on your skin. You pulled away with a wet mwah! and a string of saliva connecting you two. You sit up straight to take your shirt off, but halfway Choso stops you. “Y/N… please you don’t have to.” You look at him with a soft expression. Seriously how cute could he get?

“Choso, I know I don’t have to but I want to. And I know you do too.” And with that, your shirt and bra were thrown away. Choso looked at your breasts with so much admiration in his eyes and some drool coming down his mouth. You had your hands tangled in his soft ponytails, letting them loose with them now going down. Ugh, he looked so sexy.

One of his hands made their way up to your breasts but before he could go any further, he asked. “May I?..” Seeing Choso like this actually took you by surprise. You never thought your roommate who you thought was so cold would be under you like this.

“May you what, Choso?” you asked teasingly. “May I touch you?” “Yes you may.”

You’ve always liked the idea of guys taking initiative and not asking to do this or that. But with Choso, being so needy and asking questions like this it makes you feel so attracted to him.

Choso cupped both your tits and moved them in a circular motion. In a swift motion, you pulled his pants down, as his hard cock sprung up. It was so thick and long and already leaking precum. He hooked your white laced panties down swiftly, and looked your pussy already glistening with wetness. You lined yourself on his throbbing shaft, already taking your head back, trying to get more and more of him. “F-fuck Cho.” That short nickname you just gave him sent him over the edge as he grabbed both of your hips guiding you down on his dick. “Ngh- fuck Cho, you feel so good.” you say leaning down to kiss him, open-mouthed with both your tongues tangled with each other. He grabs your ass and with a loud slap!, you both moan against each other, with the warm air of you breaths wrapped around you two.

You exchange sloppy kisses and spit as he continues to fuck you dumb. He tries his best not to stuff himself in you, but with you looking so beautiful, with your hair in a mess, your tongue sticking out like it’s begging for more (it was) and your tits bouncing so perfectly, he couldn’t help himself.

You whine against his mouth as you felt his cum swimming inside you, hitting ever crevice of your pussy. Nails making marks on his shoulders making him moan so loud. As you release yourself from him, you lay down beside him (he’s spooning you now.) trying to catch your breath. Choso was more needy and moved closer to you leaving no space in between. You shivered against him as he made slow movements going down your throbbing cunt. At this point, there was no holding back because now he’s shoving three fingers in you, making sure all of his cum stays inside of you. None of it going to waste.

You feel his cock twitching behind you and from the overstimulation you’re feeling you start to tear up, moaning inside the pillow. Choso catches a look of your face and nearly stopped thinking he did something wrong.

“Am I doing something wrong y/n?..” he asks, scared that he might’ve hurt. “Sh-shhiiit! You’re doing nothing, Cho. Fu-fuck! please don’t stop.” You whine out. Choso now reassured, bites your neck leaving marks against your skin. Not having much experience, Choso is here finger-fucking you as fast and hard as possible. He was pushing and pushing his face further into the back of your shoulder, leaving saliva all over your skin.

Minutes after, you came down his fingers, mixing both your liquids on his wet fingers. He slowly took his fingers out and without any moment waiting, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself and him too. You licked them vigorously like it’s the last thing you’ll ever eat. Choso pushed his fingers into deeper, leaving you breathless and a moaning mess. He continues to bite against your ear and now, you couldn’t take it no more.

“Chooossoo- ugh, please no more. It-it’s too much.”

“Pleasee y/n, let me feel you cum again.” he leaves a soft whimpering sound, making you feel so warm and tight.

It didn’t take long for you to cum again. I mean with his cock against you already leaking itself with cum, you couldn’t just help yourself.

Now you’re both laying down on the bed trying to calm yourselves. You’re both facing each other and now Choso is too embarrassed to make eye contact with you. How cute.

“Ugh I can’t believe I just did that.” Choso muttered to himself. “I’m sorry if this felt weird. It’s my first time.”

Well that took you by surprise.

“You did great, cho. You really made me feel good.” You say reassuringly, slowing cupping his face. “Maybe next time, I could give you some pointers, if you like?”

.୨୧⋆˚꩜ Can you please stay? ₊⊹ ⋆𝜗ৎ♡˚꩜｡⋆

𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐲: 𝐅_𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲𝟎 𝐨𝐧 𝐗

( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞)

How did you end up in this situation? What even happened?

How did you end up lying in a bed that you’ve never felt before and why was your dorm mate , Choso, in-front of you?! Lying there, with his eyes shut so intensely with his hand in between his thigh.

“I must be dreamin-“ you were caught off guard when you heard a whimper from him. You looked at him and he looked so good despite him sweating so much. You looked over him to see your phone on the dresser. Reaching for it, trying to not wake Choso up, you felt an arm over your waist, pulling you down.

“Please stay close, my love.” Choso muttered against your neck, wrapping both arms around. You tried your best to stay still ‘til you felt him down there. So hard and wet through the fabric of his sweatpants. “What could he be possibly be dreaming about?” you thought.

At this point you were counting, second by second, how long it’d take him to wake up. Even though you were confused as hell, something in you held you back from waking him up. Was it that you wanted to feel his touch? How it’d be to feel him this close to you?

Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter because now he slowly opened his eyes, surprised at the sight of you.

“Y/N!?” Choso said surprised. “What the hell- Oh I’m so sorry y/n, I can’t believe you had to see me like this.” Choso said embarassed at himself as shifted to sit on the edge of the bed with his head down.

You looked at him feeling bad. You didn’t know whether you should ask how you ended up his bedroom or whatever was going on his mind. You hovered over him, shyly putting your hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, please don’t be embarrassed.” It was the first time you have ever seen Choso like this. Ever since you met him, you’ve guys kept a distance from each other. He would greet you and just go on about his day, not telling you where he’s going or what his plans are. And you never really bothered to ask him about it. After all you guys weren’t really friends. But now here you guys are, laid up in bed together. Seriously, what did happen?

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