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“…this is my girlfriend.”

the room fills with absolute, soul-leaving-the-body silence.

you step into the living room, smile bright and easy. “hi! i’ve heard so much about you guys!”

you wave, and your bracelets jingle, your hair bounces, your voice is warm and musical.

and you look…yeah. you look insane.

low-cut top, skirt that fits just right, glossy lips and sparkling eyes. the kind of pretty that makes people sit up straight without realizing.

across from you, gojo’s frozen. geto’s blinking like his brain’s buffering, and toji stares at you, a little dazed.

“choso talks about you all the time!” you continue, undeterred, clasping your hands together.

three heads snap towards choso, who’s’ standing there stiffly, one hand hovering near your back, his face dusted pink.

gojo’s mouth opens and closes. “…huh?”

“girlfriend?” geto repeats for clarification.

you hum, looping your hands through choso’s arm. “yeah!”

“how,” toji adds, very seriously, “did you pull her?”

you gasp softly. “oh my god, that’s so rude—”

choso stiffens, but before he can say anything : “he didn’t pull me,” you continue, almost offended. “i liked him first.”

silence. again.

“you like weird, quiet choso?” gojo asks incredulously. “you can’t even see his eyes! his hair’s—”

“he’s perfect,” you say with a grin. “choso’s so sweet. he listens to me ramble, like, all the time, which is impressive, honestly.”

choso’s ears redden. “i don’t mind,” he says quietly.

you smile at him. “i know.”

gojo presses a hand to his chest. “this has to be a glitch in the matrix.”

toji just laughs. “nah, the quiet ones always—”

“alright,” choso says, and his hand finally settles at the small of your back, gentle but certain. “we’re going upstairs.”

you brighten immediately. “oh! okay!” you lean up on your toes and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“lead the way,” you hum.

choso’s entire face goes red, from collar to ears, eyes wide for half a second before he manages a stiff nod.

“…yes,” he manages, already turning, one hand finding yours.

“wait, are we watching that movie you mentioned? the weird one with the—”

your voices fade up the stairs.

after a few seconds, gojo launches to his feet. “how—how did he—she’s—”

“a campus ten,” geto supplies.

“a twelve,” toji corrects.

upstairs, in choso’s room, you curl into his side, nuzzling your face happily into his neck.

“do you think they liked me?” you ask nervously, chewing on your bottom lip.

choso gives you a small smile, kissing your forehead. “i’m sure they did.”

you tangle your legs with his, reaching for the remote. “well, it only matters if you like me, anyway.” you give him a pointed look, smiling. “which you better.”

“i do! i do, a lot,” choso splutters with a reddened face.

| Your big, strong husband.|

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He’s just big. Too big. Broad shoulders that feel like walls—mountains you cling to when you’re on top, desperate for leverage, desperate for him. His arms flex when he pulls you closer, biceps straining against your body, wrapping you up like you’re something small, something fragile. His hands cover too much at once, palms so wide they could swallow your waist whole, fingers digging into your skin until you feel branded.

When you ride him, it’s those shoulders you hang on to, nails clawing into the solid curve of them, your cries muffled against his neck. He doesn’t mind. He never does. He just groans, low and wrecked, holding you steady as your hips stutter. “I know,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and warmth, “I know, baby. I know that dick is big.”

 Effortlessly. He picks you up like you weigh nothing, your legs still trembling around his waist, and sets you on the bed without breaking rhythm. His frame eclipses yours, back broad enough to cover you entirely, blocking out the world until all you can see is him, feel is him.

The mirror on the ceiling doesn’t lie. It shows how small you are beneath him, his body spilling over yours, swallowing you whole. Every thrust shakes through you, every roll of his hips forcing you deeper into the mattress. He doesn’t just fuck you. He drowns you—blankets you with his size until you’re gasping his name, pulling him closer, begging for more. 

Thick hot ropes of cum fill up your sore pussy, He pushes himself deeper into you, which makes you claw his back with your nails, moaning in pure ecstasy. “You're gonna cum for me again, right, my slutty girl?”

“Ch—cho!” Wet slaps filled the bedroom, slick smeared across the apex of your thighs Choso has been pounding you for what felt like hours despite only half an hour passing.

He’d penetrate you mercilessly from behind with your ass lewdly colliding with his hips every thrust. Each pre-match fuck was entirely unpredictable and depended on the status of his opponent. He was flashy and determined. Each time he dicks you down right, another win from Choso flashes across the TV screen of thousands.

“Ngh—Who’s your opponent?” You huffed the words out. Your teeth clamped on your pillow in a response to a sharp thrust of his hips. He groaned, pressing on your spine. “Yuji Itadori, fucker’s been teasin’ me all week. Gotta let em’ know older brother’s still in charge.”

A gruff chuckle slipped past his lips, following a low whimper with the shift of your hips. The sharp thrust of his hips halted before he slid out. “I need my baby to get me right, get her nice n’ full” He flipped you abruptly, back hitting the mattress with his hands quickly spreading your plush thighs.

He appreciated the view of your sappy cunt. Your clit swollen and puffy, opening still mildly gushing in slow pulses from his last load. His touch was tender as a silent apology for fucking you so rough just a second ago. Typically wasn’t his forte till he learned that you preferred to be fucked like you were in trouble. Sharp ministrations to push you to your high in minutes

“We’re gonna beat that smartass. M’right baby?” He questioned, licking a lengthy stripe over your slick thighs. Attending to cleanup duty before shoving his face into his favorite girl. That needy pussy he treated like the last feast in a famine. “Ah—I don’ know Cho, Yuji’s pretty strong” Your spine arched off the mattress He nibbled your puffy clit as punishment for your response. “By the time i’m finished with this pussy, you’ll be thinkin’ otherwise.”

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MDNI.

He's pounding into you with harsh precision, each hard swip! Of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room accompanied with your shared gasping and moaning.

Satoru's been insisting on pulling out lately and you hate it. You want him to fill you up and make your insides white not pull out and cum on your stomach.

It made you sad because why wouldn't he want to fill you up? He always came inside of you till... Recently.

Based on how his body was trembling and twitching above you, you knew he was close. You knew his high was creeping up and you had the perfect idea.

You force his eyes to make eye contact with yours as your hands cup his face, cunt fluttering around him at how red his cheeks got. "Y-you close, baby?", he huffs out a "Y-yeah!" and brings his head down to snuggle in your neck. Satorus pace quickens making the bed squeak out with the rhythm; the sheer force of his pace has your body moving up with each plunge his cock slams into you.

Any second now. Your legs wrap around his hips and lock together giving him no room to pull out and cum on your tummy. Perfect.

"'M gonna cum! Lemme pulll ouuuut-!" Satoru whimpers and his body shockwaves against yours as he's trying oh so hard to hold himself back but your legs tighten your hold around his waist, it makes a pool of arousal wave through him. The feeling of you taking some sort of control makes something in him snap as his hips speed up in a messy, sloppy rhythm.

"B-baby-!" Satorus eyes roll back and his muscles tense before letting out a loud wail as his body convulses. His cock fills you riiight up with his thick seed and it wasn't a little amount, no. It was such a big amount that you could feel warmth spurting into your abdomen and leaking out on the sheets bellow.

"Made me cum inside.... Hah....." His Cerulean eyes flicker down to you with a slight smirk, "You fuckin wanted this huh?" Your half lidded eyes meet his and you smile; giving him his answer.

"Fuckin' slut." He grits out before snapping his hips against you in unforgiving speed. You scream out with how sensitive you were still and your hands clench at his shoulders each time his mushroomed tip kissed your womb. It wasn't even funny at how your tummy bulged each time he thrusted himself deeper.

Your legs were jumping and twitching around him, "S-sllooowww-! Angh-! D-doowhn-! O-oh-!" You're cut off with a specific thrust that echoes in the room as he stops and grinds against you.

"What huh? Now its too much?" He coos and you dumbly nodd your head making a wicked smile tug his lips. "Too bad, We'll be here for a while."

"Wha-" You can't even get a word out before you're flipped over and he's resumed his rhythm, fucking into you like its the last time he'll ever be inside of you.

Yeah. It was going to be a very long night.

A/n- hey guys I'm still alive I promise!! I'm trying to post as much as I can 😔 im still finishing up my Toji fic so take this drabble I can offer.... I hope it's okay and you have a lovely day lovelies <33

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mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

you were standing outside of your boyfriend’s apartment, waiting patiently, you held onto the strap of your overnight bag with so much emotion.

it’s your first time spending the night at his place. you hear his footsteps get closer. you anxiously take out your phone and get a quick good look at your appearance, i mean, you might lose your virginity tonight?

shit.

you’re completely barefaced. not even a coat of mascara. you look like a complete mess.

before you could dig something out of your bag. sukuna was towering over you. “hey” he says softly, the corners of his mouth twitched at the sight of you.

you don’t speak at first—you don’t even look him in the eye, your eyes glue themselves to the ground.

the shame and embarrassment you felt burned. it felt like your face was on fire. so many thoughts kept crossing your mind.

♯ really need to step up my writing skills.. please never get bored of my domestic choso

Dating Choso for a few months had been surprisingly normal.

At first, he was quiet, respectful of your space, and very careful with every touch.

Honestly, you thought he'd always be that shy. How can you not? He'd hold your hands gently, sitting closely but not too close, and ask before kissing you.

Then somewhere along the way, something changed.

Maybe he was getting comfortable. But whatever the reason was, your boyfriend slowly transformed into the clingiest man alive.

"Choso."

"Hm?"

You turned your head to look at him, letting out a small laugh. "Why are you standing there?"

He blinked once. "I missed you."

You tilted your head. "I was gone for five minutes, to the bathroom."

"It felt longer," He frowned slightly.

You laughed under your breath, turning back toward the kitchen counter. "You're getting clingy."

Quiet footsteps approached behind you.

Then, you felt his warmth behind you. His arms slipped around your waist with his chin settled on top of your head, like this had become a second nature to him.

"Choso," you sighed fondly. "I'm trying to cook here."

"You can still do that," he murmured.

"Not when my boyfriend is attached to me."

"I like being close to you."

Over time, he grew clingier in small ways.

Hand resting on your thigh whenever you sat next to each other, quietly following you around the apartment, pulling you back into bed whenever you tried getting up.

Today was no different.

You had almost escaped, almost.

Your foot was already on the floor, ready to start the day.

Then the mattress dipped behind you. A sleepy groan echoed through the room before something warm enveloped your waist.

"Mm, stay," he grumbles.

You laughed quietly. "Good morning to you too," you whispered.

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him. His hair was a mess, eyes barely open as he clung to you.

"Too early," he mumbled as he buried his face deeper against your back.

"It's almost ten."

"So?"

"So.. it's not early?" You said, rubbing his hair.

His arms tightened slightly around your waist as you tried to move again.

"Just stay."

You sighed. "I need to get up."

Suddenly, you were pulled backward onto the mattress with a surprised laugh. Choso immediately curled around you again.

"Hey!" You tried to push him, playfully, but he won't move.

You turned slightly in his hold, only to find him already staring at you with those sleepy eyes.

"Let's make a deal, Cho," you said suddenly.

Choso blinked once before propping his head with his hand.

"What deal?"

"You let me get out of bed," you added. "And when i come back, we can cuddle all day. Maybe we can have lunch in bed?"

Choso went quiet immediately.

Slowly, his grip on your waits loosened.

"Lunch in bed?"

"Mhm."

"Together, right?"

You laughed softly. "Of course."

Choso hummed thoughtfully, still unconvinced. But after a moment, he finally let his arm fall away from your waist.

"Fine," he mumbled. "But make it quick."

You smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

The second you pulled away, Choso caught your wrist again.

"Can you bring me with you?"

You tilted your head. "To.. where?"

"Wherever you're going."

"Wherever i'm going," you repeated, trying not to smile. "Even when i'm brushing my teeth?"

"Mhm," Choso nodded against the pillow. "I'll wait."

You stared at him for a moment before pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.

"You're actually attached to me now."

Choso leaned in to the kiss, looking completely unashamed. "I don't see a problem."