Choso’s boner from Hell

Choso should've never taken vitamins from Gojo.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.

“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.

“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”

He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”

You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.

Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”

“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”

You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”

Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”

You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”

You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.

You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”

Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.

You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”

His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”

“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”

He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”

Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”

You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”

Toji’s Mandatory Fuck Break

The fluorescent lights of the sleek office hummed overhead as you stepped into your new workspace. It was your first day at this…unconventional firm, and your boss, Toji Zenin, had a reputation that preceded him. A complete man-whore who inherited the Zenin clans name, honor and money.

He leaned against the doorframe of his glass-walled office, arms crossed over his broad chest, green eyes dragging over you like he was already sizing you up. “Come on in. Let’s get the orientation out of the way.”

You followed him inside, taking a seat across from his massive desk. He dropped into his chair, legs spread wide, exuding that effortless dominance. The meeting started normal enough—benefits, expectations, the usual corporate bullshit. Then he slid a thick policy manual across the desk, tapping a highlighted section with one thick finger. “Special addition I implemented myself,” he said, grin widening. “Thirty-minute masturbation break. Twice a day. Mandatory.”

You blinked, no way this fucker was serious,“I’m sorry…what?”

Toji let out a deep throaty laugh, “You heard me, doll. Employees get nice and focused after a good cum. Better quality work. I’ve never had a team this productive. No one’s ever complained.” His eyes gleamed with dark humor as he watched your face heat up.

It was insane. Completely fucking insane. Your cheeks burned as you stared at the page, the words blurring. Masturbation breaks. Like coffee breaks, but…this. You let out a stunned laugh, half-horrified, half-incredulous. “You’re serious? That’s—”

Toji’s laugh cuts you off, as he leans back in his big leather chair watching your jaw practically hit the floor. “Relax, newbie,” he says lazily, “You look like I just told you we’re all walkin’ around with our dicks out 24/7. It’s not that deep.”

He kicks his feet up on the desk, boots knocking over a stapler, and folds those massive arms across his chest. The way his dress shirt strains against his muscles makes it real clear this ain’t your average corporate suit.

“Look, I’ve been in this game a long time. Deadlines pile up, stress builds, people get sloppy. You ever tried focusin’ when your balls are blue and your brain’s fogged up? Nah. Thirty minutes, twice a day—paid, private rooms down the hall with locks and everything. Door says ‘Recharge Time.’ Use it, don’t use it, jerk off to me for all I care. But my numbers don’t lie. Productivity’s up 40% since I rolled this out. Employees leave here drained in the right way.”

Toji tilts his head, eyeing you “So? You gonna stand there lookin’ with your mouth open or you got questions? ‘Cause orientation’s not over till you sign off on the policy handbook. Page 69, ironically enough.”

He stood up slowly, circling around the desk until he towered over you, one hand bracing on the back of your chair. You shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together instinctively. This couldn’t be real. But the way he was looking at you, like he could see right through your professional facade as he continued on, “Anyways, rules are rules, sweetheart. And as your boss, I make sure everyone follows ’em properly. Especially on day one.”

Your breath hitched as he walked closer, “Problem?” he murmured, voice dropping lower. One calloused hand brushed your shoulder, thumb tracing the strap of your blouse. “If you’re feeling shy, I can…supervise. Make sure you do it right. Can’t have my best new hire stressed out already.”

You swallowed hard, you were so turned on despite the absurdity. “Toji, this is—”

“Fuckin’ genius, right?” He didn’t wait for more protest. In one smooth motion, he pulled you up from the chair, backing you against the desk. The glass walls gave a faint illusion of privacy, but anyone walking by could see. His body pressed flush to yours, hard muscle and undeniable interest grinding against your hip. “C’mere. I’ll help you with the first one, yeah?”

His mouth crashed down on yours as you gasped into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt as he hiked your skirt up with zero hesitation. Toji’s fingers slid between your thighs, finding you already slick. “Shit, already wet for this?” he growled against your lips, nipping your bottom one. “Knew you’d be fun. Bend over the desk, doll. Boss’s orders.”

You obeyed before your brain could catch up, palms flat on the cool surface as he shoved your panties aside. The sound of his belt buckle and zipper sent a shiver through you. His cock slapped against your ass before he rubbed the fat head through your folds. “Gonna make sure you’re nice and focused for the rest of the day.”

The cool wood pressed into your tits through your blouse, “That’s it, good girl. Arch that back for me.”

Your pussy clenched hard because fuck, this was your first day. Your ass slapped harder against him, feeling the wet slap against you made you push back harder. “Fuuuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, hips snapping harder. “That’s right, fuck yourself back on it,” he growled as one hand left your hip to smack your ass hard making you moan louder.

Fuck you were going to cum hard. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking as your pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, gushing slick down his length. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded you, spilling out around his cock as he kept grinding through it, milking every last drop.

You folded forward laying plaint against the now messy desk. Turning your head around to look at your now fucked-out boss, you stared at him, legs still trembling, trying to catch your breath. “This…this is really policy?”

Toji just laughed again, that cocky bastard, as he straightened his tie like nothing happened. “Damn right it is. And orientation ain’t over till you sign that handbook.” He tapped the policy manual still sitting on the desk. “After that…well, breaks are flexible. You ever need a longer session or some hands-on supervision, my office door’s always open.”

Welcome to the Zenin company.

brat taming with choso ! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 in which you refuse his princess treatment !? (smut)

you’re on one knee in the hallway, fingers fumbling with the laces of your left sneaker, when you hear choso’s footsteps stop behind you.

“princess?” his voice is soft, confused. “what are you doing?”

you glance over your shoulder. he’s standing there in his usual black hoodie, hair loose, brows drawn together like you just announced you were moving to another country. you finish the knot, double it, and stand up.

“tying my shoes,” you say, brushing your hands off on your jeans. “we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”

he blinks. “i always do that for you.”

“yeah, well.” you grab your bag from the hook by the door. “i can do it myself today.”

choso doesn’t move. he just watches you, quiet, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. you’re already reaching for the doorknob when he finally speaks again.

“did i forget something?” he asks. “did i do something wrong?”

you pause, turn around. his face is open, genuinely worried, and it makes your chest twist. “no, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i just… wanted to do it myself this morning.”

he nods slowly, but the crease between his brows doesn’t smooth out. “okay.”

you make it all the way to the kitchen before he appears again. you’re standing at the counter, pouring cereal into a bowl, when he stops in the doorway.

“princess,” he says again, softer this time. “i made you breakfast already. it’s in the fridge. the good yogurt. the one with the strawberries you like.”

you look at the bowl in your hands, then at him. “i know. i just felt like cereal today.”

he stares at you for a long moment. “you hate that cereal.”

“it’s fine.”

“you said it tastes like cardboard last week.”

you sigh, setting the bowl down. “choso, it’s okay. i can make my own breakfast. you don’t have to do everything for me.”

he doesn’t argue. he just watches you eat three bites of the cardboard cereal before you give up and push the bowl away. he doesn’t say anything when you grab a banana instead. instead, he keeps watching, quiet and thoughtful, like he’s cataloging every small rebellion.

by the time you’re in the car, he’s still quiet. his hand rests on your thigh like it always does, thumb stroking absent circles, but his mind is clearly somewhere else. you don’t push it. you just let the silence sit between you, warm and familiar.

he doesn’t ask again until you’re home that night.

you’re in the bedroom, changing out of your work clothes, when he appears in the doorway. he’s been home for an hour already—long enough to shower, long enough to make dinner and leave it covered on the stove. but he doesn’t mention any of that. he just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you pull a t-shirt over your head.

“sweetheart,” he says, and there’s something different in his voice now. lower. “come here.”

Toji’s Mandatory Fuck Break

The fluorescent lights of the sleek office hummed overhead as you stepped into your new workspace. It was your first day at this…unconventional firm, and your boss, Toji Zenin, had a reputation that preceded him. A complete man-whore who inherited the Zenin clans name, honor and money.

He leaned against the doorframe of his glass-walled office, arms crossed over his broad chest, green eyes dragging over you like he was already sizing you up. “Come on in. Let’s get the orientation out of the way.”

You followed him inside, taking a seat across from his massive desk. He dropped into his chair, legs spread wide, exuding that effortless dominance. The meeting started normal enough—benefits, expectations, the usual corporate bullshit. Then he slid a thick policy manual across the desk, tapping a highlighted section with one thick finger. “Special addition I implemented myself,” he said, grin widening. “Thirty-minute masturbation break. Twice a day. Mandatory.”

You blinked, no way this fucker was serious,“I’m sorry…what?”

Toji let out a deep throaty laugh, “You heard me, doll. Employees get nice and focused after a good cum. Better quality work. I’ve never had a team this productive. No one’s ever complained.” His eyes gleamed with dark humor as he watched your face heat up.

It was insane. Completely fucking insane. Your cheeks burned as you stared at the page, the words blurring. Masturbation breaks. Like coffee breaks, but…this. You let out a stunned laugh, half-horrified, half-incredulous. “You’re serious? That’s—”

Toji’s laugh cuts you off, as he leans back in his big leather chair watching your jaw practically hit the floor. “Relax, newbie,” he says lazily, “You look like I just told you we’re all walkin’ around with our dicks out 24/7. It’s not that deep.”

He kicks his feet up on the desk, boots knocking over a stapler, and folds those massive arms across his chest. The way his dress shirt strains against his muscles makes it real clear this ain’t your average corporate suit.

“Look, I’ve been in this game a long time. Deadlines pile up, stress builds, people get sloppy. You ever tried focusin’ when your balls are blue and your brain’s fogged up? Nah. Thirty minutes, twice a day—paid, private rooms down the hall with locks and everything. Door says ‘Recharge Time.’ Use it, don’t use it, jerk off to me for all I care. But my numbers don’t lie. Productivity’s up 40% since I rolled this out. Employees leave here drained in the right way.”

Toji tilts his head, eyeing you “So? You gonna stand there lookin’ with your mouth open or you got questions? ‘Cause orientation’s not over till you sign off on the policy handbook. Page 69, ironically enough.”

He stood up slowly, circling around the desk until he towered over you, one hand bracing on the back of your chair. You shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together instinctively. This couldn’t be real. But the way he was looking at you, like he could see right through your professional facade as he continued on, “Anyways, rules are rules, sweetheart. And as your boss, I make sure everyone follows ’em properly. Especially on day one.”

Your breath hitched as he walked closer, “Problem?” he murmured, voice dropping lower. One calloused hand brushed your shoulder, thumb tracing the strap of your blouse. “If you’re feeling shy, I can…supervise. Make sure you do it right. Can’t have my best new hire stressed out already.”

You swallowed hard, you were so turned on despite the absurdity. “Toji, this is—”

“Fuckin’ genius, right?” He didn’t wait for more protest. In one smooth motion, he pulled you up from the chair, backing you against the desk. The glass walls gave a faint illusion of privacy, but anyone walking by could see. His body pressed flush to yours, hard muscle and undeniable interest grinding against your hip. “C’mere. I’ll help you with the first one, yeah?”

His mouth crashed down on yours as you gasped into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt as he hiked your skirt up with zero hesitation. Toji’s fingers slid between your thighs, finding you already slick. “Shit, already wet for this?” he growled against your lips, nipping your bottom one. “Knew you’d be fun. Bend over the desk, doll. Boss’s orders.”

You obeyed before your brain could catch up, palms flat on the cool surface as he shoved your panties aside. The sound of his belt buckle and zipper sent a shiver through you. His cock slapped against your ass before he rubbed the fat head through your folds. “Gonna make sure you’re nice and focused for the rest of the day.”

The cool wood pressed into your tits through your blouse, “That’s it, good girl. Arch that back for me.”

Your pussy clenched hard because fuck, this was your first day. Your ass slapped harder against him, feeling the wet slap against you made you push back harder. “Fuuuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, hips snapping harder. “That’s right, fuck yourself back on it,” he growled as one hand left your hip to smack your ass hard making you moan louder.

Fuck you were going to cum hard. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking as your pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, gushing slick down his length. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded you, spilling out around his cock as he kept grinding through it, milking every last drop.

You folded forward laying plaint against the now messy desk. Turning your head around to look at your now fucked-out boss, you stared at him, legs still trembling, trying to catch your breath. “This…this is really policy?”

Toji just laughed again, that cocky bastard, as he straightened his tie like nothing happened. “Damn right it is. And orientation ain’t over till you sign that handbook.” He tapped the policy manual still sitting on the desk. “After that…well, breaks are flexible. You ever need a longer session or some hands-on supervision, my office door’s always open.”

Welcome to the Zenin company.

Choso’s boner from Hell

Choso should've never taken vitamins from Gojo.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.

“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.

“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”

He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”

You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.

Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”

“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”

You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”

Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”

You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”

You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.

You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”

Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.

You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”

His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”

“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”

He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”

Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”

You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”

Choso’s boner from Hell

Choso should've never taken vitamins from Gojo.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.

“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.

“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”

He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”

You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.

Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”

“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”

You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”

Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”

You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”

You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.

You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”

Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.

You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”

His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”

“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”

He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”

Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”

You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”

Choso’s boner from Hell

Choso should've never taken vitamins from Gojo.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.

“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.

“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.

You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”

He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”

You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.

Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”

“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”

You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”

Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”

You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”

You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.

You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”

Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.

You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”

His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”

“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”

He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”

Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”

You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”

fratjo never goes down… unless its you, of course ! (⸝⸝> ω <⸝⸝)

the first rule of being satoru gojo was simple: you never, ever went down on a girl.

“it’s undignified,” he declared, leaning back in the worn-out frat house armchair, one leg slung over the arm. a bottle of cheap beer dangled from his fingers. “like, biologically, it makes no sense. you’re putting your face in a swamp. a swamp.i have standards.”

his friends—a chorus of nodding, beer-addled bros—laughed and clinked bottles in agreement. “preach, man!”

“seriously,” gojo continued, warming to his theme, his white hair glowing under the shitty fluorescent light. “what’s in it for me? the view is mid. the taste is questionable. naaah. my talents are better utilized elsewhere.” he gestured vaguely with the bottle. “let them worship me. that’s the natural order. i’m a giver, sure, but that’s just… not in my repertoire. ever.”

he said it with such absolute, unshakeable conviction that it became gospel in the frat house. gojo doesn’t eat pussy. it was a known fact, like the sky being blue or his ego being planetary in size.

cut to three hours later.

the same satoru gojo is currently buried so deep between your thighs he might need a rescue team. the arrogant smirk is gone, replaced by a look of single-minded, desperate devotion. his glasses are discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor.

“fuuuhhck,” he slurs, the word muffled against your skin as his tongue—that clever, wicked tongue he claimed was too good for this—lashes your clit in tight, frantic circles. “fuck, fuck, fuck… mmmh, so good…”

he’s not just doing it. he’s feasting. one large hand pins your hip to the mattress, the other is tangled in the sheets like he’s holding on for dear life. the wet, obscene sounds filling the room are coming from him as much as from you— slurps, groans, hungry hums that vibrate straight to your core. each flick of his tongue draws a new, breathy moan from him, a symphony of whines and low, possessive growls.

you card your fingers through his sweaty white hair, tugging gently. “t-thought you didn’t do this,” you gasp, arching into his mouth.

he pulls off just enough to growl, his lips and chin glistening. “shut up,” he breathes, pupils blown wide, looking utterly pussydrunk. a string of saliva connects his lower lip to your folds. “you taste like fucking heaven. ‘s different.” he nuzzles back in, inhaling deeply with a shuddering sigh. “god, you smell so good… mmph…” then he dives back in with a needy whimper, his nose pressing against you as he laps at your entrance, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst. every swallow is punctuated by a soft, satisfied groan from the back of his throat.

he’s lost all composure, all his cool, frat-boy posturing dissolved into a primal, whimpering mess. he moans into you, a continuous, low-pitched moans synced with the thrust of his tongue, his hips grinding uselessly against the mattress. when your legs start to shake around his head, he lets out a muffled, encouraging “yesssss, c’mon, baby, g-give it to me— n-need it s'bad—”

when you finally come, crying out his name, he doesn’t pull away. he rides out every pulse with his tongue, swallowing every drop, a deep, resonant sigh of pleasure vibrating against your oversensitive flesh until you’re pushing his head away, trembling and spent.

he collapses beside you, breathing raggedly, a dazed, blissed-out smile on his slick lips. he looks ruined, triumphant, and utterly, completely yours. he lets out a long, shaky exhale that’s almost a laugh.

“…okay,” he pants after a minute, turning to nuzzle your shoulder. he presses a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to your skin. “maybe i do go down. but only for you.” he licks his lips, still tasting you, and lets out another soft, involuntary sigh. “and you better not tell anyone.”

"we'll see about that," you just smile, running a thumb over his swollen lower lip.

if Toji won’t give you attention…his cock sure will

cw: explicit smut, giving head, Toji giving you the silent treatment.

“Toji. I’m talking to you.”

Nothing.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you say angrily, “We were at a bar. Some guy asked if I wanted another drink while you were in the bathroom for five fucking minutes. I said no. That’s it. You’re acting like I sucked his dick in the alley.”

Still. Nothing. You laugh bitterly, “Wow. Real mature, Toji. That’s cute.” You try again—“Toji, come on. It was nothing. Can you please fucking talk to me.” Fucking nothing. His knuckles bleach white around the steering wheel. Eyes stay fixed on the road like you’re not even there. Fine.

By the time you’re through the front door he’s already shrugging off his jacket, kicking his boots toward the corner with more force than necessary, then heading straight for the couch like you’re invisible. He drops down, legs spread wide, arms crossed, staring at the blank TV screen.

You stand there in the living room doorway, arms folded tight across your chest, watching him sprawl on the couch. Toji doesn’t acknowledge you. Just sits there, legs manspread wide, thick thighs straining the fabric of his sweats with his arms crossed so hard the veins in his forearms stand out.

He can pretend all he wants, but his body clearly isn’t on board with the silent treatment. “Toji. Look at me.” Nothing.

You step closer. “I said look at me.” His eyes stay locked on the black TV screen. You laugh again, “Okay. So we’re doing this. You’re just gonna sit there like a pissed-off statue while I stand here talking to myself? Classy.” Still nothing. Fuck. This.

You kneel in front of him, pulling his sweats down. His cock springs free, heavy and flushed dark, the tip already slick. A bead of pre-cum slides down the shaft, “Ignoring me all night but still so hard,” you taunt.