honeycomb

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

complaining about toji zenin's absolute lack of boundaries is a daily challenge, mostly because the man treats your body as his own private playground.

you can stomach his standard brand of nastiness—the damp towels left pooling on the floor, the shamelessly way he pinches your ass while you’re trying to cook, or the aggravating drag of his grease-stained fingers across your freshly showered skin after he's been working on his bike, done entirely to get a rise out of you.

but you draw the line at his latest (and the most grotesque) obsession: your sweat.

fresh from the gym and desperate for a shower, you don't even get the grace of peeling your damp clothes off before toji's massive physique is casting a vast shadow over you. secluding his face within the hollow of your neck, he draws a deep, shuddering sniff that coaxes a shocked gasp from your throat. he pastures greedily against your flushed skin, lips descending to your collarbone to scatter messy, damp kisses across the smooth line where your perspiration has begun to pool.

“toji, stop it—i’m disgusting!” you flounder, your slick palms smashing against his chest as you exert every ounce of your strength to push his heavy skull away from your skin. “go sniff your own armpits if you want to smell sweat that badly!”

yet he merely lets out an amused snicker, his hold tightening its dominion on your waist with fresh rapture as he mutters, “it doesn’t work like that baby. i’m japanese, i don’t have that gene. i can never smell as good as you.”

before you can even decipher the absurd logic of his excuse, his lips merge right back onto your skin, muscly tongue tracing a stripe up your neck to harvest the salty excess. you let out a defeated groan, your fingers tangling within his dark tresses while your posture melts beneath his frame; completely defenseless against the sheer scale of his filth.

"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—"

tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.

its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.

"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."

meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.

your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.

"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.

you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.

the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.

then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.

his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"

by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.

youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.

the silence on the other end of the call stretches.

"...you still there?" the guy asks.

toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.

"yeah." he says "keep talkin."

but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.

toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.

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Content/tags: Continuation of this. SMUT SMUT SMUTT. proofreadish fem!reader THANK U FOR 1K <33

nerd!choso who was in your bedroom after skipping the last half of prom together, covered in red kiss marks all over. He was on the floor besides your bed, white shirt gone, eyes doe while staring up at you, your body sat on the edge, hair messed up and lipstick smeared, your dress slipping down your shoulders. One of your feet were planted right between his thighs, crushing down on his painfully hard tent, the other was on his thigh to keep his legs spread.

He let out a soft whimper, hands holding on to your ankle.

"Choso, you're so pathetic its cute."

"M sorry... it just feels... ah.. so good... can you do it harder?"

You let out a giggle, applying more pressure, slowly pushing your leg up and down, making sure the heel of your foot ground down on where you assumed the tip was, trough his pants.

Choso let out a pitiful whine, lurching forward to hug your calf, his hips jerky- he wanted to grind up at your damn foot so bad. But he didn't know if you'd let him.

"Chos, you like it, yeah? Maybe i should let you hump my leg."

"Hn... please... I'd love that."

You pulled your legs away, standing up in front of him. A pretty grin on your lips.

He looked up, getting a perfect view underneath your dress, his hands already trying to reach up to touch.

But you cooed down at his attempt of getting his hands on your panties, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up.

He stumbled, panting already but was up on his feet. You let him hold on to your hips, pelvis against pelvis.

You brought your hand down, tugging at his belt and getting it open, sliding the fabric of his pants down just enough to see his boxers.

Your eyes watched your hand, it sliding in his pants to palm at his straining bulge.

Choso, the poor guy, was trembling, clinging on to your dress as he spread his legs wider, watching your face with heart eyes.

"I can take it out, right, nerd?"

He nodded his head, it looked like an excited puppy flopping his ears around.

Your perfectly manicured nails pulled on the waistband, teasing it a few times before letting his obscenely large cock spill out.

You had to pause, looking at the dripping thing. It was such a pretty dick and the girth of it..god-

But the desperate moan of Choso snapped you out of you dick crazed trance.

"Please... please touch it... don't just stare.''

You snorted, roughly gripping it and starting to tug on it, smearing the heaps of precum from the head all over the needy thing.

"Oh? So we're begging now? Who said you can make demands?" You teased, leaning close enough so that your breath mixed with his heated one.

"S..sorry... i'm so sorry... sorry...forgive me... hic!"

You rolled your eyes and stepped closer, guiding his throbbing thing between your thighs, the dress shifting upwards to reveal your pink panties to him.

Choso felt like he had been given the greatest gift of all, his arms hugging your middle, pulling you in closer. Your own arms wrapped around his neck and your lips found his, smearing ever more lipstick around.

He started to nudge his hips forwards and back, happily fucking your thighs. The way his dick curved up and slid across the damp fabric of your panties made both of your heads spin with pleasure.

Your teeth bit at his bottom lip till it opened up, your tongue immediately dominating his mouth.

You moved in sync with him, thighs tightly pressed together around his fat cock, smearing its wetness into your skin.

His dick kept getting caught on the cotton fabric. Choso couldn't take it anymore and bent his knees a bittt and then his cockhead perfectly started to poke and prod at your clothed entrance.

This made your eyes go wide, a mewl leaving your throat and gladly being swallowed down his. His hands spread across your ass, grabbing and spreading both of the cheeks so he'd get more access. Your dress had hiked up to your waist by now.

Why was he trying to take over? Your eyes almost rolled again, pulling away from the kiss. His pathetic lips trying to follow you but you grabbed his face and held it away, forcing it to tilt down and watch what he was doing.

Choso's face was a shade of pink, pupils blown wide at the sight.

"You're so greedy. Fine, i allow you to rub it against me. But not inside, okay? "

"Mm..yes....yes"

You didn't have to tell him twice, a hand letting go of your ass to help slide your panties down just enough for him to perfectly start rubbing his heated dick into your slick folds.

The feeling of your warm...wet..slit..

"Fuu...fuck..fuck....sh..shit...." A slur of curses left him, watching your pussy lips spread as he kept thrusting.

You allowed yourself a few moans to give him some encouragement.

That did it- he hugged you tighter, burying his flushed face into your neck, hips stuttering while getting a few last pumps in before thick, hot seed splurted all over the insides of your thighs and drooly pussy.

Most of it dripped down into the panties right below, catching his release.

He was shaking, whimpering like some dog in heat while trying to rub out his orgasm.

You giggled, pulling back, lightly shoving him away so he could see the mess.

"Knees. Now''

Choso fell to the floor with a thud, not caring about the short pain in his knees, hands already cupping the backs of your thighs as his face buried down between them.

"I didn't tell you to start... oh..m..mm..fuck...!"

Your hands gripped into his dark locks, pulling his face closer. His impatient tongue was cleaning up his own damn cum, making sure he got every single drop. Even licked at the small pool in your panties.

He wasn't done with just that.

Your knees buckled when he tilted his chin up, nose rubbing right against your clit and his tongue found its way between your sopping fold. He was a virgin, but the way he ate you out felt like he knew what he was doing. It reminded you a bit of a puppy licking up his favourite meal.

"Have you been practicing?" You teased between lewd moans and heaves.

He nodded his head, being serious. His face trying to bury itself deeper, that damn tongue found your clenching and unclenching hole, pushing past the first ring of muscle. Lapping up everything that spilled out of it and trying to get even more.

Your voice went up a higher pitch when he pulled away and replaced his tongue with a finger, starting to pump the digit back and forth, his mouth working on your clit. He needed more of your sweet nectar.

His damn cock was hard again just from the taste.

You gasped when he nipped on the sensitive bud, quickly pulling his face away, his tongue still sticking out, cheeks and chin covered in your arousal, the finger still working its way around in your velvety walls.

"Pra..haahh.. practicing how, you got some fleshlight or something, you virgin?"

He nodded, eyes meeting yours with no shame. "I do.. ido i... i got it because i wanted to imagine you...i've always wanted to taste you.. "

What the flip was wrong with this nerd?

Your cheeks growing hotter. Out of the sudden shyness coming over you, you shoved his face back between your legs. He didn't mind one bit. Doubling his damn effort.

You came all over his hand and cute face, almost sitting on him by accident after such a strong ass orgasm washed over you.

You had pulled him back up and dragged him to your bed.

Your dress was ripped off, bra somewhere on the floor and panties long gone.

Choso wasn't any better, now fully naked underneath you.

You straddled him, slowly dragging your cunt across his cock once again, letting it get covered with both of your slick.

Choso couldn't decide where to look, watching your pretty tits move or the way your hips rolled... or that amazing sight of his cock being sandwiched between your folds.

He kept his hands in the sheets, not touching you as you forbade it. But it was getting harder and harder.

"Choso... should i let you fuck me? Have you been good?"

"Please... i'm a good.. good..boy.. for you, all for you. Please- please let me..."

Ugh he was too cute, your hand moving down to help guide his leaking cock.

You sat down in one smooth slide, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, his dark, trimmed curls meeting your own maintained hair. They were holding their little pube hands.

He was writing, hips unable to stop themselves as he was already trying to fuck up into your cunt.

You hissed, glaring down at him. "You said you'd be good, Choso."

He bubbled out apologies but his cock didn't seem so apologetic.

He was so big...so sososo big.. it felt better than any hockey or football player had fucked you before. The pleasure of him stretching your walls and the way the tip kissed against your cervix and then tried to smooch up on all those nerve bundles inside... you were moaning like a porn actress, but none of it was fake.

You let him roll you over, switching from riding him to him having your legs thrown over his shoulders and him folded over you, his hands holding your face while desperately kissing you, slamming his heavy balls righttt against your puffy folds and ass.

Choso's stupidly perfect cock was making you feel dumber and dumber, forgetting that you were supposed to be in charge. You tried to slur something out but he swallowed it right up.

What the-

He didn't stop but he sat up straight, suddenly pushing your knees down and having you be wide open now.

"Choso!"

"Sorry...i'm so sorry... i want to see... please..."

His eyes looked down, holding you in a mating press while fucking into you. The way his shaft kept filling you in and out made him groan. He wanted to watch your pretty cunt take him so well. He wanted to remember how you looked underneath him, how you looked so satiated, how you had been his first ever.

"Inside...hmn..hnn.. inn..inside... can i cum inside.... please? I've always wanted to."

You gave a meek nod, a pleased sound leaving your throat when he hit a place you'd never even known you had, toes curling.

He didn't stall, quickly slamming his already spilling cock as deep as he could, keeping it so deep it made you see white for a second. He was gasping, looking utterly wrecked while filling you up with as much as he could.

He was about to fall on top of you but knew you hadn't came yet, your gushy walls fluttering around his softening length. He kept fucking up into you, the cum sloshing around and spilling past his girth, letting go of one thigh to push a palm down right on your lower tummy.

"Fuck!"

Your hips tried to lift up, back arching up and away from the bedsheets as a second orgasm washed over you.

He helped you go pee and get cleaned up. Being careful with your sensitive skin.

Both of you silently laid together, limbs tangled. His head tucked on your breasts, large, still clumsy hands running up and down the expanses of your flesh.

You were staring up into the ceiling, your own arms holding him, nails scratching his back.

"So..u..uhm..." He started stammering out.

But you cut him off with a sigh. "Yes, we can date. Dumbass. "

"You'd really... give me a chance? You won't... just ignore me after this?" His nervous tone made you look down at his smushed face.

"I like you. Why did you think i invited your nerd ass prom..?"

His face got red, turning to hide deeper into one of your boobs.

"I like you so much..." He whispered.

"Did you really get a fleshlight because you wanted to practice fucking me?" You teased, grinning at his shy face.

You started dating this loser nerd. Well... now less of a loser, and more of a lover.

And if you, sitting in the middle of class, sometimes got a video or two of him fucking that pocket pussy in the boys bathroom and cumming all over it while moaning your name? You'd skip school all together to go and find him in that damn stall.

Yoon's notes: i hope its good </3 i feel like im pretty bad at writing smut Art: incograph on tumblr

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choso remembers the first serious talk about intimacy you had. he specifically remembers you saying you wanted to be woken up with fingers buried deep inside you, why not make that reality now?

he wakes up from his slumber with a boner growing in his boxers. he assumed he had a wet dream even though he can't really remember. his skin is sticky in sweat as he sits up.

you're laying on your back, sleeping soundly. he watches you for a few minutes before remembering exactly what you said.

he lays back down next to you, kissing your cheek as he hand dips into your panties. he can feel your warmth and he nearly makes a sticky mess in his pants.

he slides a finger inside your pussy. it's not wet, you're asleep, not even close to being aroused. he doesn't want to hurt you so he pulls his finger out. he gathers spit on his fingers and dips them back into your panties.

he rolls two fingers around your clit and he feels you twitch. he stops for a second, making sure you're still asleep before continuing to roll circles on your pretty bud.

you twitch again but this time he doesn't stop. he can feel you getting wetter by the second, your body reacts to him so quickly. he watches your face, your chest heaving up and down.

he wonders if you think you're dreaming.

when you finally get wet enough, he slips one finger into your hole, reaching that one spongey spot. your chest heaves more but somehow you haven't woken up.

he slides another finger in. he can feel a stretch and he hears your breath hitch. he keeps going, thumb rubbing your clit as he fucks his fingers into you.

your pussy reacts to his every move even if you're not conscious. choso thinks it's sexy. he continues fingering your poor pussy till he feels you clench around his fingers.

you gasp, eyes opening, finally coming back to consciousness.

it takes you a few seconds to realize what was happening. choso fingering you while you slept.

a fantasy, one you wanted to experience for the longest.

you smile lazily at choso, pulling him close as he leaves his fingers in your soaked pussy.

he doesn't say anything, his thumb gently nudges your clit again and he feels you get wetter. he smirks, moving his fingers again, this time with you awake.

choso kamo is like a puppy to you.

you and him have been dating for some time now, and at first he was pretty normal about it. of course, he didn’t understand everything that comes with being someone’s boyfriend and was obviously nervous whenever you’d both do anything romantic.

but now…he’s the one who makes you nervous. everywhere that you go, and i mean everywhere, he is always there. even if you can’t see him.

you’re in the kitchen making something? he’ll hug you from behind and hinder your movement, and when you scold him he’ll just stand next to you instead; just staring at the side of your face.

if you‘re taking a shower, he wont get in with you, but he will sit on the toilet and just talk to you about his day.

even when you’re in public and you need to use the restroom, he will stand right outside of the bathroom holding all of your things. at first you had to teach him that he can’t just waltz into the women’s restroom, and he was confused, but now he just waits patiently for you.

in other words, choso is soso clingy to you. he wants to be near you every second of the day. of course he’ll leave you alone when you ask him to, but not without whining a little and making it obvious that he’s bored without you. to him, just sitting in your presence is enough to entertain him and make him happy.

you sat your phone against your desk, the charm dangling in front of the camera, obscuring the view for a brief blurry second before sukuna scoffed, a large hand reaching out to flick it out of frame. “damn thing’s in the way.”

as you settled beside him, sukuna shifted into the camera’s frame too—naturally taking up more space than the camera could properly capture—large, broad shoulders, spiky, mussed salmon-hued hair pushed back from his tatted hand running through it way too many times, displaying all his sharp, sinister-looking features that stood out under the bright light in your dorm room.

a long roman nose that almost looked sculpted by the gods rather than born, edged brows pulled into a permanent annoyed expression, peach-colored lips soft despite the permanent grumpiness etched into them.

deep pools of onyx-colored ink seeped into his tanned skin, veins bulging faintly through the markings.

you glance over at your annoyed, pouting hulk of a boyfriend who, despite his rough exterior, is all soft for you.

you smile. “thanks, kuna baby.”

he shrugs, dismissively letting out a rasp-filled grunt. “tch.”

you poke his cheek in return, and he only sighs, but you feel the way he slowly melts into it, subtle and hesitant, like a grumpy stray cat pretending it doesn’t secretly enjoy pets.

“get on with it,” he demands.

you give him a pointed look.

his eye twitches before he grumbles, voice rougher this time, “get on with it, baby.”

“see? was that so hard?” you say sweetly, playing coy.

he rolls his eyes, head falling back against the chair, tongue clicking inside his mouth.

“don’t push it,” he says gruffly.

you squeal, ignoring his warning, clapping your hands together as you pull out the original-flavored ramune soda, the glass bottle clinking beneath your manicured nails while the clear liquid sloshes inside.

having tried every flavor but this one, you were excited—but more than anything, you were practically buzzing from the tips of your fingers to your toes at the trick you were about to play on sukuna.

he doesn’t really keep up with social media or trends—thinks they’re stupid. he only has an instagram because you begged him to get one so he could see your posts, and it’s literally just a black profile picture with the username mygirlfriendmadememakethisbullshit, and a bio that reads:

“fuck off im married.”

you’re not, but sukuna declares every single day that you’re his bride-to-be, ridiculously possessive about it too.

you’re his.

he’ll do anything to make sure you know that.

thankfully, his complete lack of knowledge when it comes to social media means you can play all the stupid, silly pranks on him, and he never sees them coming. and his reactions never fail to amaze you.

sometimes, you swear you can practically see steam billowing from his ears like some cartoon character. he’s embarrassingly easy to rile up.

your lips curl into a mischievous smirk for only a second before you replace it with a silky, saccharine-glossed pout.

“here,” you hum, holding the bottle out. “you try first.”

sukuna’s large hand practically swallows the bottle, fingers covering most of the label before he tips it back and takes a long swig.

immediately, he makes a face—teeth clenched, jaw tightening as he sucks in a breath, grimacing, his expression twisting in disgust.

“tastes like garbage,” he says bluntly, holding the bottle out for you to take back. “too sweet.”

you crinkle your nose. “what? gimme. i’ll be the judge of that. your tastebuds suck.”

he stares at you, his expression completely deadpan.

“clearly they don’t if i’m with you.”

heat pools low in your stomach from his compliment. you smile, pink dusting your cheeks, teasing him back.

“duh. i’m the exception.”

you snatch the bottle from him, bringing the edge of your shirt up to wipe the rim—erasing a part of him, or at least that’s what sukuna thinks as it takes him a second to fully process what you’ve just done.

his mouth tilts into something almost amused, a dangerous sort of smirk, but his crimson eyes narrow to slits, irritation flickering through them as the telltale vein in his forehead pulses.

you bring the bottle to your lips, forming a small “o” around the opening.

sukuna’s red-inked eyes narrow further, tracking every minuscule movement, locked onto you completely like a predator watching its prey—well, without the bloodshed.

“ooo, yummy,” you hum. “tastes like bubblegum.”

he swears you’re going to be the death of him—he’s had enough with your little tricks.

“what the fuck was that, huh?” he snaps. “treatin’ me like i’m some fuckin’ scum?”

you laugh nervously, trying to play it off, but he’s already moving.

rough hands manhandle you effortlessly, yanking the bottle from your grasp before he takes another massive swallow.

one large hand grips your jaw, thumb prodding at your soft lips, forcing your mouth open, holding it wide as he spits the fizzy soda back into your mouth.

he settles against his chair again like nothing happened, watching intently as you swallow it all down.

his hand lightly slaps your cheek, palm heated against your flesh, no real sting—only the phantom lingering touch that makes you feel a little too desperate for more.

“don’t do that stupid shit again,” he says, voice low, sending a shiver down your spine, your heart stuttering with a sudden, aching need for him.

꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ masterlist - kofi - emergency comm info!

note: first time writing for sukuna.. how did i do?? this was inspired by a tiktok trend btw

The first time Satoru Gojo realizes he made a mistake is when he can’t find you on campus.

At first he thinks it’s funny.

You’ve always been easy to find. The west library corner seat by the window. The campus café at 10:30 with a vanilla latte and that same notebook you pretend isn’t a diary.

But after the breakup?

You vanish.

Not metaphorically.

Literally.

Your Instagram, phone number, Snapchat — blocked.

He stares at his phone in the Alpha Tau living room while music blasts around him and someone hands him another drink.

Blocked.

“Damn,” one of the guys laughs. “She actually did it.”

Gojo scoffs like it doesn’t matter. “I’ll get her back,” he says cockily.

Like he’s not the one who said it. I need to focus on football.

The lie sounded convincing at the time. The scouts were watching. His coach kept yelling about discipline. Everyone said relationships were a distraction.

So he broke up with you.

Clean and quick.

Two weeks later, he’s drunk at three different frat parties, shamefully sneaking out of sorority house hookups before the sun even rises.

And somehow that’s when he realizes something feels wrong.

———-

The First Attempt

He tries texting.

It doesn’t go through. Still blocked.

He laughs to himself. “Dramatic much.”

But that night he still walks across campus toward the all-girl dorms.

Except the front desk girl just shrugs. “She’s not here.”

Gojo frowns, “What do you mean she’s not here?”

“Means she’s not here.”

He stands outside the dorm building for ten minutes before leaving.

The next day he tries again. Still no sight of you.

Flowers

A week later a bouquet arrives at your dorm. White lilies and baby’s breath.

Attached card: —SG <3

He doesn’t even know if you like lilies. You used to talk about flowers sometimes, but he never listened carefully enough to remember, and now he regrets it.

The desk girl tells him later you picked them up without saying a word.

Still no message back.

The Letters

Then the letters start. The handwritten notes made him feel romantic, he was sure this would get a response out of you.

The first one is simple.

I know you blocked me. I deserve it.

Let me know if you wanna talk

-Satoru <3

No response.

The second one is longer.

I didn’t break up with you because I stopped loving you. I thought I was doing the responsible thing.

Please unblock me xoxo

The third one is messy.

He writes it at 2 AM after a party he left early because some girl laughed too loud in a way that sounded a little too much like you.

I keep looking for you around campus.

You used to sit by the west library window. I checked yesterday. You weren’t there. Are you avoiding me?

- Toru

Your Favorite Snacks

The dorm desk starts receiving packages. Your favorite chocolate. Spicy chips.

Strawberry gummies you always bought from the vending machine during late-night study sessions.

Deliveries of your favourite bubble tea.

The desk girl starts recognizing his name. “Another one from the football guy. I told him you weren’t here again like you asked.”

Meanwhile

Gojo’s reputation doesn’t change. He’s still the star player. Still the loud one at parties. Still the guy everyone thinks has everything.

But lately he keeps checking doorways. Scanning crowds at football games. Looking for someone who isn’t there.

The First Time He Sees You Again

It’s raining. He’s leaving practice when he spots you across the quad under a blue umbrella.

For a second he thinks he imagined it.

But then you look up. And your eyes meet his.

The look on your face isn’t anger. It’s worse.

It’s indifference.

You turn and keep walking. Gojo’s heart drops straight into his stomach. He can’t let you escape after all this time of chasing you.

“Hey—!”

You stop slowly. You look over your shoulder. “…What?” Your voice is calm.

Gojo suddenly forgets every speech he rehearsed. “I—did you get the letters?”

“Yes.”

“…And?…will you please talk to me?”

You stare at him for a long moment “Goodnight, Gojo.”

Then you turn and walk away, leaving him standing alone in the rain, watching you disappear.

it’s 2:34 in the morning, and the only light in your dorm room comes from your glowing laptop screen. your history paper, a fifteen-page monstrosity on the socioeconomic impact of the second world war, is due at 8:00 am. you’ve been surviving on a combination of caffeine and sour candy for the past six hours, and you can feel the exhaustion settling deep into your bones

you’re typing the topic sentence of your conclusion, when without warning, without so much as a flicker, your screen goes completely black and the low hum of the fan ceases. your heart hammers against your ribs, a beat of pure panic. no. no, no, no.

you spam the spacebar. nothing. you mash the power button, holding it down until your finger aches, then releasing it and pressing it again. nothing.

you try every combination of keys you can think of, hands trembling so badly you can barely type. nothing. the screen remains a void mirror that reflects your own, tear-streaked face back at you. the document. your sources. hours of work. . . gone.

a choked sob escapes your throat. tears spill over your waterline, blurring your vision until the dark screen is just a smear of nothingness. you can feel the panic building in your chest, squeezing the air from your lungs.

your roommate, shoko, is dead asleep across the room, her soft snores the only sound breaking the suffocating silence. you can’t wake her up. you can’t bother anyone with this. with the sole exception of satoru gojo, of course.

with trembling fingers, you grab your phone and pull up his contact. thumb hovering over your keyboard.

it’s almost three in the morning. satoru is meticulous about his sleep schedule. he needs his eight hours or he’s insufferable and cranky all day. and he has his biochem final today. you can’t. you shouldn’t.

but the thought of starting over from scratch, of facing this alone, is more than you can bear.

toru i’m gonna cry [ 02:36 am ]

you stare at the words you’ve typed up, they’re so dramatic and unserious but you send them anyway.

i hate my fucking chungus life [ 02:36 am ]

three little dots appear before you can even wipe the fresh tears from your cheeks.

toruuu ❤︎ : What’s wrong baby? [ 02:36 am ]

tags <3

it’s been 5 minutes since he’s finished inside you and he’s been pressed into your body, face nuzzled into your shoulder, since. his dick that he lazily pulled back into his briefs lies along your stomach while he lazes on top of you.

“satoru.” you mumble softly. well, as loud as you can with tufts of thick white hair half obstructing your mouth. he hums into your neck in acknowledgement. you push away his hair lying by your mouth. “i’ve got work tomorrow. go.”

you nearly for bad for telling him to leave. it’s just past midnight and he hasn’t even begged to say yet. yet.

“please.” he whines into your neck. he clutches your closer in his toned arms that are snaked around you. “just for tonight. i promise i’ll leave in the morning. just…” he trails off, whimpering muffledly below your ear.

he’s growing on you and you feel gross for admitting to it—to your friends. if you told him his ego’d skyrocket unbearably. you’re giving yourself a mental peptalk to not give into his stereotypical heartthrob charm and shoo him away like usual. thank god you don’t have his pathetic little bug eyes staring up at you or else you would’ve caved already.

“satoru, you know—” he cuts you off.

“it’s late.” he squeezes you even harder. he kisses up your jaw to try and convince you. “just let me stay here tonight. i’ll be good, won’t even notice me, baby.”

you know he will. he’ll be as silent and in-obnoxious as he can be in hopes you’ll let him stay over again some day. you nearly say something in retort but he pushes himself up and stares down at you while he speaks up again. his kicked puppy dog eyes bore into yours while he pleads shamelessly.

“please.” he frowns. he looks pretty like this, still worn out from fucking you and even more pathetic than usual.

you dart your eyes away from him as you speak.

“tonight and tonight only.” he leans forward, near inches away from you like he’s expecting a kiss while he widely grins. his dimples pierce through the gush of his porcelain cheeks. he giggles stupidly. “shut up.” you try and push him off of you but to no avail.

he jolts his head forward and starts messily peppering kisses over your face, jaw and forehead. he makes annoying, exaggerated ‘mwah’ sounds as he does.

“thank you—thank you, baby.” he says as he finally pulls back. his eyes study you as he notices a slight curl of your lips. usually he’d yell out how this means you must love him but he promised to be on his best behavior. so he’ll smugly realize you actually like him in his head until morning.

syn. when he kisses u with lip plumper on 1.3k words

you’re on the last bite of your breakfast when megumi’s car glides up to your driveway, visible through the front window. a bright smile blooms across your face as you wave at him through the glass, animated and eager.

your boyfriend offers you a small smile in return, a fond, private one that only exists when you're present.

you hold up two fingers at him, as if to signal that you just need a couple more minutes, shoving the last bit of bread into your mouth with the other hand, and he responds with a curt nod that reads 'take your time'.

megumi never rushes you — which only ever makes you feel more guilty when you're running late.

so you make a point to be quick; rinsing your plate in the sink, shrugging into your jacket, tugging on your scarf and gloves, slipping your shoes on by the door. you sling your purse over your shoulder before catching your reflection in the hallway mirror.

you pat down your hair, straightening your skirt, and digging into your pocket for your final touch— lip gloss. the applicator twists free of the tube with a soft pop before you bring it to your mouth, quickly dusting away a few stray crumbs of bread from the corners of your mouth and applying a final coat of shimmery pink.

bf!choso has a mommy kink!? | tags: mommy kink (ofc), sub choso, dom reader, puppy play, BD$M

You knew Choso was a freak; hell, you guys have practically tried everything. From ass plugs to puppy play and even role-playing.

You were never the type to judge; however, the word that fell off of Choso's lips did in fact surprise you.

"Mmm! T-too much, Mommy!" Choso whines while panting under you.

You had been edging him for nearly an hour. Almost one hour of him whining, crying, and begging for you to let him cum. Every time he tried to, though, you'd just smack his face and grab the base of his irritated cock. Making his orgasm bubble down.

Throughout that hour Choso had called you pretty much every pet name under the sun. Baby, angel, and even princess. But even him calling you mommy shocked you.

You freeze up, making eye contact with Choso's teary eyes. His lip quivers as you keep eye contact with him.

"Cho? What did you just call me?"

Choso hides his face in the sheets, staining the cotton bedsheets with his teary eyes. "I-I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't mean to make things weird—"

"None of that. Don't apologize. Call me that again and I might just let you cum."

"R-really."

"Mm, really, Cho. I think you deserve it. You've been such a good boy."

Choso looks up at you like a deer lost in headlights. "Really?" he says, once more.

You nod at him. "Now, what do you refer to me as?"

"M-mommy..." he says quietly.

"Sorry?" I didn't quite hear you. You say, with a smirk tugging on your lips.

"I-I said... Mommy..."

"There you go, Cho, just a pathetic puppy for Mommy. I knew you could do it. Such a good boy just for me, hm?"

"Y-yes... just for you, Mommy..."

You let out a breathy moan at the title before continuing to pump down on Choso’s irritated cock.

"Ahh! Mommy! It feels so good... 'm going to cum!"

"Yeah? Go ahead, Cho, cum for Mommy like the pathetic puppy that you are."

A/N: totally not self indulgent btw

"you have any idea how much money i've spent on you, sweetheart?"

toji's voice is rough as he crowds you against his apartment wall, one hand already sliding under your shirt. his other hand holds his phone, showing your onlyfans page—and his transaction history. thousands of dollars in tips, custom content purchases, private messages.

"every fucking video. every photo. i've bought it all." he tosses the phone aside and grips your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "but now i get the real thing."

he kisses you brutally, all teeth and tongue, claiming your mouth like he owns it. his hands strip you efficiently, years of combat experience making him quick and precise. within seconds, you're naked while he's still fully clothed.

"on the bed, baby. show me that pretty pussy i've been jerking off to for months."

you climb onto his bed, spreading your legs as he watches with dark hunger. toji strips slowly, revealing his scarred, muscular body—the body you've fantasized about while filming content.

"you know what i want?" he kneels between your thighs, running his rough palms up your legs. "i want you to ride my face like you do that dildo in your videos. but this time, it's my tongue making you scream."

he lies back and pulls you up to straddle his face. the first swipe of his tongue makes you moan—he's skilled, experienced, knowing exactly how to work you. he eats you out like a man starving, tongue fucking into you while his nose grinds against your clit.

"toji—fuck—oh god—"

his hands grip your ass, forcing you to grind harder against his mouth. he groans against your pussy, the vibrations making you shake. when you come, gushing on his face, he drinks it down greedily.

"taste better than i imagined, sweetheart." he flips you onto your back, positioning his thick cock at your entrance. "now i'm gonna fuck you better than any toy ever could."

he pushes inside, stretching you open on his massive length. you cry out at the fullness, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottoms out.

"that's it, baby. take every fucking inch." he starts moving, deep strokes that make you feel him in your stomach. "this pussy belongs to me now. gonna fuck you so good you'll never want anyone else watching those videos."

his pace is relentless, powerful thrusts that shake the entire bed. one hand finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles while he pounds into you.

"come on my cock, sweetheart. give me what i paid for."

your second orgasm hits harder than the first, vision whiting out as pleasure consumes you. toji fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

"gonna fill you up, baby. gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be dripping for days."

he comes with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as he empties inside you. when he finally pulls out, he immediately pushes his cum back inside with his fingers.

"we're not done, sweetheart. i've got months of fantasies to work through, and we're doing every single one tonight."