#drabble

“Hey, none of that. You're a valued member of the team, no matter what your power level.”

“I just don't understand how you can tear open that portal to the fire dimension so easily.”

“… fire dimension?”

“Yeah. Where the fire lives. Before you summon it. For fireballs.”

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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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"ah—cho, please—"

the words broke apart in your throat, dissolving into a ragged, breathless moan that echoed softly in the quiet bedroom. you gripped the damp bedsheets on either side of your head, your knuckles turning white as his tongue traced a slow, agonizingly deep stroke right over your clit.

he was relentless. he had been down there for what felt like hours, his heavy, rhythmic hums vibrating right through your skin every time you cried out his name.

"f-fuck—feels so good," you gasped, your hips lifting off the mattress instinctively, chasing the friction of his mouth. "right there—please..."

choso didn't speak. he only let out a low, dark growl of approval against your wet cunt, his large hands sliding up the insides of your thighs to hold you open wider. the deliberate, heavy rhythm of his mouth was blurring your vision, driving you past your absolute limit.

every lick was perfectly calculated, heavy and soaked with intention, until a particularly sharp, blinding wave of pleasure rippled straight through your spine.

your body reacted before your mind could register it. seeking an anchor against the overwhelming sensation, your thighs clamped shut instinctively, trapping his head securely between them.

choso let out a muffled, surprised sound against your folds, the sudden restriction cutting off his breath.

panicking, you immediately opened your legs back up, your breath hitching as your face burned with embarrassment. "oh my god, baby, i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to—i wasn't thinking—"

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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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.