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X-Men Forget Your Birthday, but Scott
Scott Summers
Birthdays had never been a huge deal to you, but they still meant something. Every year, the X-Men somehow managed to make everyone else's birthday feel special. There were decorations everywhere, Kurt’s homemade cakes, presents scattered across the common room, and a lot of good company to spend the day with. So when you woke up on your birthday expecting at least one "Happy Birthday," you couldn't help but feel a little excited. Instead... the day started like any other.
Breakfast came and went without anyone saying a word. Logan grabbed a cup of coffee before heading to the Danger Room. Rogue and Kitty were laughing over something on one of their phones. Kurt teleported to the seat next to you with his usual cheerful grin, asking if you wanted to spar with him later. Across the table, Ororo reminded everyone about the afternoon briefing while Hank enthusiastically explained his most recent science project. You smiled and joined in where you could, but with every passing minute, you found yourself waiting for someone to remember what day it was.
By lunchtime, you started making excuses for everyone. Maybe they'd planned a surprise later. Maybe Professor Xavier had scheduled something after training. Maybe they were all pretending to forget because they thought it'd make the surprise even better. You clung to those possibilities because they hurt less than admitting everyone had genuinely forgotten.
Scott noticed something was off long before anyone else did. He noticed you were quieter than usual, that your jokes weren't landing with the same enthusiasm, and that your smile seemed... forced. Most people probably wouldn't have caught it, but Scott had spent years learning your tells. He knew the difference between your genuine laugh and the one you used when you were trying to convince everyone you were okay.
The truth was... Scott hadn't forgotten. He never could. Months ago, while reorganizing the team's files, he'd noticed your birthday on one of the personnel forms. He'd written it down in his planner, then transferred it into every planner he'd used since. Not because he expected anything in return... but because remembering the little things about you was important to him. Your birthday, the book he catches you always rereading, the songs you hummed, the fact that the rain helped you sleep better. He remembered all of it.
Throughout the afternoon, Scott kept glancing around the mansion, waiting for someone else to say something. Surely Ororo remembered. Maybe Jean had a surprise planned. Logan? Kurt? Anyone? But training ended. The meeting finished. Dinner approached. Still nothing. With every hour that passed, he could see your shoulders drooping just a little more, even though you were trying so hard not to let it show.
Dinner was the moment it really hit you. Everyone chatted around the table, Kurt told another ridiculous joke that had the room laughing, and Logan and Remy argued over the last hawaiian roll. No cake. No decorations. No "Happy Birthday." You excused yourself halfway through the meal, claiming you were tired. No one questioned it. As you walked upstairs, you told yourself it was silly to be upset. They're busy. They're not bad friends. They just... forgot.
About twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock at your bedroom door. You called for them to come in. The door slowly opened, revealing Scott awkwardly balancing a small birthday cake in one hand and a neatly wrapped present tucked under his other arm. He looked awkward trying to make sure nothing fell out of his hands. "...Hi." You blinked. "...Scott?"
He stepped inside with an apologetic smile. "I know this probably isn't what you expected today." He carefully set the cake on your desk before holding up a lighter. "I... may have used the kitchen after dinner to make this cake." You stared at the tiny homemade cake. It wasn't perfect. The frosting was a little uneven, and the writing looked like he struggled to fit all the letters across the top. Happy Birthday. Simple. Genuine. Your vision immediately started blurring with tears.
Scott's smile faded the second he noticed you crying. "Hey..." he said softly, setting everything down before taking a cautious toward you. "I'm sorry. I should've done this sooner." You quickly shook your head, wiping at your eyes. "No, it's not that..." Your voice cracked. "...You remembered." Scott looked at you with such sadness that it made your heart ache. "Of course I remembered," he replied gently. "Why wouldn't I?"
You laughed weakly through your tears. "Because apparently everyone else forgot." Scott sighed before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. "I don't think anyone forgot because they don't care." He paused. "I think they got caught up in everything else." He looked down at his hands for a moment before adding, "...That doesn't make it hurt any less, though." It wasn't an excuse. He wasn't trying to defend anyone. He was simply acknowledging how you felt.
For a little while, neither of you spoke. Scott lit the single candle he'd placed in the center of the cake and smiled sheepishly. "I know it's usually the age you turn that determines the number of candles..." he said. "...but I don’t think Xavier would be happy with me if I set off the fire alarms." A laugh escaped you before you could stop it. Scott smiled, relieved to hear your real laugh.
"Make a wish," he whispered. You closed your eyes for a moment before blowing out the candle. Scott waited. "...What'd you wish for?" You smiled. "If I told you, it wouldn't come true." "...Fair enough."
The two of you sat on your bedroom floor sharing the cake straight from the box because Scott forgot to grab plates. You talked for hours about anything and everything. Just you and Scott, yet it felt more special than any surprise party. All the hurt from the day slowly washing away.
Before he left for the night, Scott handed you the small present he'd brought. Inside was a hardcover copy of a novel you'd casually mentioned wanting to read nearly six months earlier. You stared at it in disbelief. "...Scott... how did you remember that I wanted this book?" He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "...You sounded excited when you talked about it." As if that explained everything.
After Scott left, you sat on your bed turning the book over in your hands. Then your eyes wandered to the cake, the extinguished candle, and the handwritten "Happy Birthday" across the frosting. You smiled a real smile. For the first time all day, you didn't feel forgotten anymore.
The next morning, the mansion erupted into chaos. Kurt was the first to realize the date after seeing it on the calendar in Hank's lab. Within minutes, the entire mansion erupted. Rogue gasped so loudly you heard her from upstairs. Logan muttered a colorful string of curses under his breath. Ororo looked genuinely horrified, and Jean covered her face with both hands. Apologies came pouring in from every direction, followed by frantic plans for your birthday celebration.
Later that afternoon, everyone was decorating the common room and arguing over what flavor cake to bake. Rogue leaned in close to Scott and asked, "How'd ya remember when the rest of us forgot?" Scott looked across the room, where you were laughing as Kurt unsuccessfully tried to hang a banner straight. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "...I don't know," he answered softly. "I just remember the important things."
He never realized you'd overheard him. But judging by the soft and sweet smile you gave him... you had.
⋆˚꩜｡ Cyclops / Scott Summers x reader (suggestive fluff)
Drabble -> Your boyfriend praising you during a work out, you're into the praise but who knew he really liked watching you
- CW: suggestive, praise kink indulgent, not proofread edit: banner/divider changed 😭😭
- I was a cyclops hater. The world has never seen a better enemies to lovers story
It isn’t often that you work out. Sure, you spar and train—including danger room trials— but you have never actually done any gym training. Your kind boyfriend readily offered himself up as a personal trainer, who knew he would be so…eager to help.
The clench in your gut hurt like a bitch, and your arms were starting to shudder violently with every grunt of effort that escaped you. Scott laid on his side and spoke, “you can do it honey, just 50 more seconds. You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Y-yeah…” you puff out with copious amounts of strain palpable as he coos without realising, “That’s my girl. You’re doing so good, y'know that?”
His head was propped up by his elbow and the ruby quartz lenses glinted with every little movement of his head as he spoke to you through the process, “So close, you’re so close. You're doing so well, dear!”
Thank god you’re able to shield any visible arousal through the grueling task of planking like there's needles right below where you’re hovering. Scott’s voice drones and penetrates your ears while he counts down the seconds till you can finally drop. “Three, two…and one.”
A puff of relief escapes you as you drop, but Scott continues with his beautiful praises, “That was wonderful! God—I’m so proud of you, honey.” Despite the built up sweat on your body, he helped you sit up while kissing your cheek.
“I’m gonna…gonna go get my water..” you sigh, puffing for extra oxygen.
While Scott would’ve stood to help, he was curious about something, and wanting to see it, he simply smiled with a nod. “Of course, darling! Walk it off, you’ll feel better, I’m sure.” His reassurance almost guides you to your feet on its own.
“Don’t miss me too much” you tease him playfully, taking lazy steps away from him.
While you sigh and sway away, Scott’s eyes stare at your hips, mildly ashamed at himself for satisfying his guilty curiosity of watching your hips sway.
He even has to adjust the bulge in his shorts that start growing tighter when he marvels at the lift of your shirt as you use it to wipe off some sweat from your damp forehead. That very sliver of skin, contrasting the pants you wore for your workout, makes him comically gulp, tugging at the collar of his shirt.
Your boyfriend might as well let his eyes bulge out of his skull, and whistle obnoxiously with the clear display of arousal. If only you turned around right now to see it!
hihihii pls write a masochist sukuna fic, i cant find one anywhere💔
HeianEraHusband!Kuna is a masochist!!
Genuinely i want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this request bc like he lowk is a masochist already he LOVES to be challenged, so this was a blast to write. I hope you enjoy! 1.6k words
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"Foolish man."
The words leave your lips with chilling coldness. The messenger from the northern provinces brought exactly the news you'd warned against.
"Didn't I tell you not to withdraw troops just yet? Your incompetence is unfathomable."
Silence falls like a drawn blade. The King of Curses is a volatile man. Like a wildfire, uncontrollable in his destruction. Feared. Worshipped. Dreaded.
"I mean truly unfathomable. Not a single soul would think that wise. Yet here you stand, a paragon of idiocy."
Despite the obvious provocation, Sukuna just sits there looking down at the very angry woman before him. Eyebrows raised and head tilted in consideration.
"Ridiculous. Just ridiculous. How are you so venerated and yet so dim? Shall we all go to the altar with our sacrifices? Praise you and your stupidity?"
"Woman."
His voice is a deep rumbling tone, echoing across the room. A voice of power. However, the smirk on his face and the playful glint in his eyes suggest otherwise.
"Silence. I'm not done with you yet. I'm very serious about this. Who helped you get to this point with her wise counsel? After all these years, you still don't listen to her."
"Woman."
A pause. A moment of deliberation. Agree with her and appease the woman he cherishes so dearly. Or provoke her more and enjoy the inevitable consequences.
"Stop your whining."
The hit is hard and unhurried, almost casual in delivery. A loud, deafening crack. Palm to cheek. There's a noise, a split second whimper of pleasure. It's followed by a wide grin and the bearing of pearly white fangs.
"Is that all?"
A flash of black fabric. Skin flushed crimson under your harsh touch. His chest heaves with anticipation, the expression of twisted satisfaction carving across his features.
"Get out."
You don't need to turn around for the court to get the message. None of them want to witness whatever sick and depraved thing happens next. Footsteps echo as the court scramble for the doors.
Sukuna rises. His hulking form designed to intimidate has never quite had that effect on you.
He gestures for you to take his seat with an exaggerated sweep of his hand.
"My lady."
"Shut up and kneel."
And that he does, without argument. His entire body practically vibrates with joy as he looks up at you from his position beneath you on the dais. Almighty Ryomen Sukuna, King of Curses. Prostrating himself before you.
"You are truly pathetic. All this fuss, and yet here you kneel."
He twitches, hips adjusting to hide his growing arousal.
"Vile creature. You enjoy this, don't you?"
"Perhaps."
One leg rises, your foot pressing against his chest, sliding down the groove of his abdomen to his stomach mouth. There, the greedily waiting tongue flicks out to meet your ankle. Damp and insistent.
"Disgusting. Control yourself."
"I don't control it, woman."
"You're just useless, aren't you?" A sharp kick lands on his second mouth. "Utterly useless."
He clutches his waist instinctively, letting out a low, rasping groan. His maw coils inwards, closing itself up and his face twists. You can't help but think he looks best like this.
"Again," he grumbles, staring up defiantly.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you, dearest."
"Again. Do it again."
"Very well then. If you insist."
Leaning over, you grip onto his salmon hair. Sukuna jolts at the sudden tug, letting out a strained whimper.
"Take your clothes off. Shameless thing."
Quite literally, he rips them off, leaving a pile of heavy fabric limp on the floor. Clothing is a trivial concept to your husband. That smug, satisfied grin paints itself across his face once more.
"So eager. Come here."
He steps close, now towering over your seated form. His tan skin is glistening with sweat. Heat radiates from him, searing with excitement.
One manicured hand traces over his collarbone. Fingers drifting lazily to his adam's apple, feeling the bob of his throat as he swallows. A gentle grip around his neck turns into something firm, pressing down.
Black claws dig into his palms as he gasps lightly, chasing air.
You've never seen your husband breathless in battle, but under your hand is a different matter. That sickening smile contorts as he struggles to breathe. His cocks, standing tall, leak pearly white beads of precome.
"You really are depraved."
"Wife. You are the one who does this to me."
"I suppose I am."
Sukuna lets out a choked whine as your finger presses against his slit, nail dragging against the swollen flesh. His second cock receives no attention, left twitching and aching.
You pull your hand up to your mouth, spitting to lubricate your palm. His dark eyes dilate, lips parted.
"Is this what you want?"
"Yes. Do it."
"Do what?"
"Touch me. Please."
"Good boy."
"Don't call me that. I'm starting to think you're the pervert in this relationship."
"You're only now realising this? You might be more stupid than I thought."
"Shut-"
He is cut off by a sharp inhale as your fist wraps itself around his throbbing cock. Lazily, you begin to pump with agonising slowness, rubbing saliva along his prominent veins. The torturous massage leaves him frustrated, hips rocking upwards to chase more of that addictive friction.
A singular nail, filed into a dangerous point, deliberately scrapes against the underside of his cock, leaving a trail of burning crimson. Sukuna throws his head back in a high pitched whine of ecstasy.
His entire body coils, skin stretching over tense muscle. Hips rut erratically, meeting the soft warmth of your demanding grip. The man before you is starved, jolting and letting out pained noises every time you push a finger hard into his cock.
"What? Woman, why did you stop?"
A mess of cloudy precome and spit is smeared onto his chest, leaving a trail of fluid. Proof of his pleasure. A waiting hand hovers in front of his face.
"Lick it off."
Like a wildcat, his tongue is coarse and rough. He dips into the contours of your knuckles, rising and falling over each ridge. It swirls around each finger with a pathetic reverence, lapping at the bitter liquid.
"You finally listen to me now."
His mouth pulls off with a final sucking motion. Twin cocks are still sobbing for release.
"I suppose we should fix your little problem."
At the sound of your permission, his sturdy body scrambles forward to hoist heavy silk up your legs, giving him access. On the edge of the throne, your hips lift slightly, allowing him to position one of his expecting cocks at your entrance.
Cruel and knowing, you grin.
"Go on then. I don't have all day."
His body rises to meet yours, angled perfectly to chase the sweet sensation he craves. Sinking into your warmth after your cruel torment is a bountiful reward.
Nails rake across his shoulders, cutting territorial scratches into his muscular back as he groans raggedly.
"Do you see? This is what you do best, existing under my control."
"Harder. Please."
"Pitiful man."
Wide hands crush into the cold granite, serving you with every barely restrained thrust. He leans up, asking for your lips.
Mouths collide, tongues fighting for dominance in a passionate frenzy. A hard bite to his lip elicits a lewd moan into your mouth. Metallic fervour crashing between you.
He grinds harder, second pair of arms manoeuvring your legs to rest at his side. Friction pools in your core, pressure building catastrophically.
His mouth lifts away from yours, shifting to growl in your ear.
"Woman. I need it."
"Need what dearest?" You lilt.
"You...you know what."
A sharp yank of his hair undoes him. Hips stutter as he surrenders to the intense climax, relishing in the pain. His upper cock pulses inside you, the second leaking white fluid onto the throne beneath you. He continues his thrusts, licking a stripe up your slightly exposed neck, mind shattering under the agony of your control.
"Keep going. I'm not done yet idio-"
At that command, his pace increases, desperate for you to fall apart beneath him. Every pump feels worshipful, head burying in your neck. The behemoth before you inhales deeply, chasing your pleasure.
One hand slips from supporting your leg to between your thighs, rolling over your clit. His eyes dilate, watching you struggle to maintain your usual composure at his skilful touch.
Damp liquid gathers where you meet. Electric desire crackles in every gap, filling you with overwhelming pleasure. Body tightening and clenching around him, you let out delighted gasps. Fingers claw harder into his back, drawing dots of sticky blood.
You fall limp into his waiting arms. Stillness settles over the room, leaving only the sounds of gentle panting. Still buried deep inside you.
Tender caresses trace over his back, dancing along the sore marks.
"Oh you poor thing. I scratched quite hard."
A grunt of pleased acknowledgement.
"Let me have a proper look at you."
You pull away, holding his face in your hand. A few drops of sweat bead on his skin, brushed away lovingly.
"I put you through it today didn't I? You look positively exhausted."
"Not my fault you're crazy, woman."
"You were the one begging for it. Literally ripped your clothes off."
A light airy giggle leaves your lips.
"Now what do you plan to wear? Surely you are not going to leave the room like this?"
"I don't see a problem with it," He grumbles, pulling out with a slick sound.
Reaching into the pocket of your kimono, you pull out a handkerchief and hand it to him.
"This tiny piece of fabric is supposed to cover me up?"
"No idiot. It's to wipe the absolute mess you've made. You are so dim sometimes it baffles me."
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Subby Cho that gets upset when he hears that you’re going out with your friends again because he wants you with him. You ask him to be patient and say that it won’t be long. What you didn’t except was for him to send you nudes the entire night out and telling you how much he misses you. When you get home he acts all clueless. So, you punish him. ( make him cry, overstimulate and peg him pls🙏)
“Choso.” You spoke firmly, watching him through the mirror. Currently, you are trying to get ready for a well-deserved night out. Some friends had texted you, wanting to see you again. Apparently, ever since you got yourself a boyfriend, they hardly ever see you.
That might have been the truth.
Because your boyfriend Choso Kamo was a clingy one. The clingiest. Following you around everywhere, be it to the store or the bathroom. Wanting to see you as often as possible, even if he had to drive home five times a day. And when you were on vacation, he went through withdrawal. You were the drug keeping him alive.
But sometimes, you just want to hang out with your friends without worrying about him. Watching him through the mirror, you finished the final touches of your makeup. He sat on your bed, slumped over, sulking and pouting while looking at you. He let out the occasional sigh, trying to get your attention.
“I'll be back by 10, okay?” You stood up, walking towards him. He looked up at you with droopy eyes as you cupped his face. “Don't miss me too much…”
That was easier said than done. He already missed you, and you hadn't even stepped outside the door.
“You're killing me here, Y/n.” He whined dramatically, falling back into your sheets. You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag before trying to put on your shoes. “You can stay here if you want.” The way he looked at you tugged at your heart. You loved him very much, but sometimes you two had to do your own things. You two had to live your separate lives. It won't be long, you told him. He just had to be patient and wait for you. It wasn't like you'd never find your way back to him. You'd meet up with your friends at the restaurant, talk, eat, have a few drinks, have a good laugh, then head back home.
He followed you to your front door, kissing you goodbye about seven times while holding on to your waist. When you wanted to leave, get out of his grip, he wouldn't let you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his head in the crook of your neck. But just as suddenly as he had held you captive, he let go of you.
Now, you could finally head out. The sooner you leave, the earlier you can find an excuse to rush home. You arrived at the restaurant and expected your boyfriend to blow up your phone. But to your surprise, he had only told you to let him know when you reached the restaurant safely. Once you did, he told you to have fun. That made you smile to yourself. He was such a good boy today.
So you set your phone down and enjoyed the evening. You had almost forgotten how much fun it was to hang out with your girls. The laughter, the gossip, the shared stories and drinks, it was amazing. All this took about 30 minutes. Then the messages started.
Your phone screen started lighting up every other minute. When you checked the messages, there were quite a few texts from him, telling you how much he missed you. But then, he sent you a picture. Opening the text, you thought he'd sent you a picture of his pouty face. No, it was better.
He started sending you nudes all night. When you saw the first picture he sent you, you slammed your phone down, choking on your drink. Hoping no one had seen the picture, you cleared your throat. Your friends could tell something was up. But you didn't let them in on your little secret. Choso kept on sending you pictures of every body part of his you liked. From his pecs to his abs, from his abs to his ass, from his ass to his dick and so on. All while sending you ‘’I missed you 🥺” texts all night. He was driving you crazy.
So crazy, you made up an excuse much earlier than you had anticipated, not letting him know beforehand. You drove home, ready to deal with him. You knew he could be a brat, but today was way too much.
He was surprised when he heard your keys at the front door, rushing out of your room immediately, perking up like a puppy. He smiled from ear to ear. But his smile fell as soon as you stepped in and glared at him.
“Baby?” No response from you. You stepped across the room, taking one slow step at a time. He backed up, trying to get away from you, until you backed him into a wall. Then he gulped, because you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, dragged him into your room and pushed him onto the bed. “What's wrong? Cat caught your tongue?” You pinned his arms down, knee resting against his crotch as he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I didn't do anything…” he muttered, trying to free himself from your grip. Now, he was boldly lying to you. Laughing to yourself, you got off him, taking off a few of your clothes, grabbing your strap and putting it on. After that, you grabbed a bottle of lube from your nightstand. Before he could even spread his legs properly, you pulled off his pants and boxers.
Pushing his legs up to his chest in a swift motion, you noticed he had already prepared himself. I didn't do anything, my ass, you thought to yourself. He knew what he was doing, and he knew why he was doing it. He wanted your attention, right? He had it now. “Keep your legs up there.” He nodded, wrapping his arms around his thighs to keep them there. His hole looked prepared already, clenching around nothing in anticipation.
Slapping the tip of your strap against his hole, making him whine. “You want it, huh.’’ You rubbed yourself against him before slipping into him gently. He gasped when you bottomed out inside him, reaching deep. Not giving him much time to adapt, you started thrusting into him slowly, making sure to angle your hips just right. You hit as deep and as hard as you could, serving as a contrast to those slow strokes you were giving him. He whimpered, throwing his head back as you fucked him into the sheets. At some point, he let go of his legs, holding on to the sheets as you held his legs up, drilling into him.
“Fuck… Baby-” he pressed his flat hand against your lower abdomen, preventing you from going too deep. But you grabbed his hand, pinning it down, using your free hand to stroke his dick. “‘G-Gonna come!” He squealed, throwing his head back once again.
Laughing, you slapped his dick playfully, going back to stroking him. “Already?’’
A tight knot formed in his stomach, threatening to unravel at any second. And then it hit him. His orgasm came crashing down on him in waves, making him let out a high-pitched scream. He went quiet for a second before white ropes of cum shot out of his dick, right onto his chest. He let out a series of whimpers, trying to come down from his high.
To no avail.
You wouldn't let up. Instead, you increased in pace, drilling into him faster now. He was so sensitive, dick leaking and twitching from the overstimulation, hands flying, trying to stop you as tears welled up in his eyes.
“It's too much!”
But you didn't care. This was his punishment after all.
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Sugarbaby!Choso who sits at home all day waiting for his angel to come home, alternating between playing video games, tidying up and checking the clock. He tries to be patient, but he gets so nervous in your absence he just has to see you!
Sugarbaby!Choso who goes to visit you at work, with the excuse of bringing you lunch. All he really wants is to put his head in your lap and bask in your presence. He comes in so often the receptionist lets him through without a word
"Back again?"
"Yeah...just bringing coffee"
"Sure you are. Have a nice day Choso"
And then he shuffles away awkwardly with no coffee in sight
Sugarbaby!Choso who gets so hard just from the thought of you, grinding desperately up against your leg under the desk while you take a phone call. Like the good boy he is, he tries his very hardest to stay quiet and not let out needy whimpers for your poor clients on the phone to hear
Sugarbaby!Choso who eagerly greets you when you get home, he practically sits by the door like a puppy, ready to pounce with hugs and kisses. His only desire is to make you happy and smother you in affection
"Welcome home!"
"I've missed you today, have you been a good boy?"
"The bestest! I've missed you too!"
Hes still surprised when you reciprocate his affections
Sugarbaby!Choso who despite being told to treat himself and buy what he likes, never ever does. He is too scared to overspend and upset you. This causes lots of frustration because he could never overspend, you have to scold him for it all the time
"Why haven't I had any charges to my card recently Choso?"
"I haven't needed anything though"
"It makes me happy for you to spend my money. Dont you want me to be happy?"
"I'm sorry, I'll be better I promise mommy"
"That's what I like to hear"
Sugarbaby!Choso who the next day sits on the computer looking for things to buy. He decides a new pair of Prada boots won't hurt. He could also use some new eyeliner he supposes. After making those purchases, he gets distracted looking for lingerie for you. He practically drools at the thought of you in his latest purchases
Sugarbaby!Choso who excitedly shows off his spoils to you. You seem very impressed with everything, and hes very eager. All of a sudden he sees the skimpy lace at the bottom of the box and gets all flustered
"I bought something for you too...Well I guess its more for me to see you in."
Sugarbaby!Choso who can't keep his greedy hands off you as you try them on, begging to have just a little feel of your chest through the sheer negligee.
"Pleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee let me touch! I'll make you feel so good I swear"
"Oh you're so adorable, come here"
Sugarbaby!Choso who finally decides that using your card is fine so long as he gets to do this afterwards :)
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It’s too early in the morning. Yawns echo the room one by one. You try your hardest to sit up straight, but your eyes are too heavy today.
At the far corner of your eye, the only awake person there, a tall white-haired man that you call your boyfriend is waving, not caring that he’s causing a scene. Yaga tries his hardest to push through Gojo’s idiocy, his fingers gripping the frail paper violently.
Finally, you look at him. With a beaming smile, he points to himself. Motions a heart with his fingers then points to you. Mouthing: ‘I heart you’.
Heat rushes to your face, and you throw him a kiss leaving whole room to look at the two of you in disgust.
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He watches on as you coach his little brother. Never yelling, or laughing at him but with the boy. You pat the young sorcerer’s back telling him now to go act his age. For youth is fleeting especially for a sorcerer. Thoughts about the future race through Choso’s mind. With you. So kind, so beautiful …
When you sit back on the bench, Choso can’t wipe the smile from face. “What?”
He hesitates only because he can’t find the words to do your compassion justice. Choso reaches for you hand stroking it gently. “I just love you, so, so, so very much.”
Kento stands, knuckles digging into the marble counter, hoping that the recent clinks and dings from the latest dish he’s cooking isn’t bothering your little reading session on the couch. He looks up to see if you are bothered. No, you sit reading peacefully.
But he, transfixed, by the way your little baby hairs float lazily in the air, the way your eyes move across the page, how your feminine fingers holding the book—and his personal favorite: how sometimes your mouth read the words silently out loud. He smiles and giggles to himself. “Hm?” Your voice echoes.
Startling him a bit but, “nothing, I was just thinking how much I love you is all …”
It's one of those quiet days. The twins are hovering over Geto as usual as he reads a book. They take turns brushing his hair. Only when you come over does he look up. The girls also light up as though some kind of Sun came out.
He watches on as you run your fingers through Mimiko’s short hair. Watching as her shoulders rise up, her cheeks pink with blush—she has butterflies. You ask them if they want to go to the new restaurant—saving Geto from going himself.
They immediately rush forward, you follow but he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in, “I love you.” Nuzzling his face into you, kissing you once, before letting you go.
Tired, thirsty … A long day of screaming, pubescent teenagers who think they know more than him will do that. Atsuya rubs the back of his neck while walking to the fridge. There, you are, cleaning the counter, turning back to smile at him briefly before grabbing him a drink with a wide smile.
The can in hand, he stands there like a fool—you’re the only person who actually respects him. How lucky he is. His heart swells just looking at you.
Atsuya comes up behind you wrapping his arm around your waist. His face angles to kiss your cheek, “I love ya.” And he means it. Before walking away leaving you dazed.
The annual festival is afoot. Sukuna, perched boringly on the throne these peasants made for him—watches as you run around, eyes widen at the beauty all around you. He on the other hand—this is all just business. At one point, you lock eyes at him and Uraume, waving joyfully at the two. Sukuna just broods but turns to see Uraume wave, glaring at them. Uraume shrugs.
Later, Uraume beckons you to a room, looking back you don’t see Sukuna. But the room, the view of the garden is gorgeous. Transfixed by the sight of trees, bushes, and flowers, until four arms engulf you. “Huh?”
Softly, he whispers, “quiet woman … and just take my affection.” Pink hair dips into your vision, as he rests his head on your shoulder.
It hits him out of no where. Perhaps it was when he glanced over your framed picture on his desk for the nth time today. Hiromi taps his pen rhythmically on the table. He turns to the cell phone lying out on the corner of the desk. A text? No—too impersonal. But a call perhaps … What if I bother her …
But today he is selfish. Your face lights up on the phone—from that one vacation you both took—and he clicks on your name. In seconds your voice echos from the speaker. Anyone near could hear his heart skip a beat, and see how adorably nervous he gets—that little shimmy in his seat, how he fiddles with his tie. “Hey,” he clears his throat, “I just wanted to tell you that "I miss you … and I love you.”
౨ৎ — Giving bf!choso head during his online interview
Choso sat stiffly in front of his laptop, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his sharp features as the interviewer's voice crackled through the speakers. He had dressed carefully for this moment—button-down shirt crisp, hair tied back neatly, expression calm and professional.
The position was important, a real chance to step forward in his career, and he needed to focus completely. Yet the moment you crawled beneath the desk on your hands and knees, his entire body went rigid.
"Baby, what are you doing?" he whispered urgently, eyes darting down for a split second before snapping back to the camera. "The interview started five minutes ago. You can't be under there right now."
Your hands were already at his belt, fingers deft and determined as you tugged the leather free and popped open the button of his slacks.
Choso's thighs flexed beneath the desk, his breath catching when your palm pressed against the growing bulge in his boxers.
He cleared his throat loudly to cover the sound, forcing a polite smile toward the webcam as the interviewer asked about his experience with cursed energy applications.
"Yes, sir, I have extensive field work," Choso answered, voice steady even as your fingers slipped inside and wrapped around his half-hard cock. You stroked him slowly, deliberately, feeling him swell and throb against your palm.
He tried to shift his hips back, but there was nowhere to go. "I-I've handled multiple high-risk assignments," he continued, the slight hitch in his tone barely noticeable. Your lips brushed the tip of his cock, tongue flicking out to taste the first bead of pre-cum that had already gathered there.
Choso's hand dropped beneath the desk, fingers tangling in your hair in a weak attempt to push you away. "Stop," he mouthed silently, but the command lacked any real force. His cock twitched against your tongue as you licked a slow stripe from base to head, then sealed your lips around the crown and sucked gently.
A low, barely audible groan escaped him before he could swallow it down. The interviewer paused. "Everything alright on your end?" Choso forced another smile, nodding quickly. "Yes, just clearing my throat. Please continue." His free hand gripped the edge of the desk hard enough that his knuckles turned white while your mouth sank lower, taking more of him inch by inch.
Spit gathered at the corners of your lips as you worked him deeper, the wet sounds barely muffled by the fabric of his open pants.
He answered another question about teamwork and cursed technique compatibility, his voice remarkably even despite the fact that you were now bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. Every time his cock hit the back of your throat you swallowed around him, the tight squeeze making his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, then covered it with a cough. "I mean—yes, I believe collaboration is essential." Your hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach, twisting on every upstroke while your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft. Choso's thighs trembled.
He reached down again, this time not to push you away but to grip your hair tighter, guiding your pace even as he tried to maintain his professional facade.
"You're going to get me fired before I even get the job," he whispered, voice strained and low. You hummed around his cock in response, the vibration traveling straight through him, and his eyes fluttered shut for half a second before he forced them open again.
The interview dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Choso fielded questions about his background, his goals, his approach to difficult missions, all while you kept your mouth wrapped around his throbbing length.
Every few minutes he would glance down, crimson eyes dark with a mixture of warning and desperate arousal. "You're such a fucking tease," he muttered when the interviewer turned away to check something on their end.
"Sucking me off like you don't care if they hear the sounds. Look at you, drooling all over my cock under the desk." His hips rolled forward in tiny thrusts, fucking your throat in shallow movements that made your eyes water.
You gagged softly around him and he bit his lip hard, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. "Keep going, just like that. God, your mouth feels too good. I can't—"
He cut himself off when the interviewer returned, launching into another question about conflict resolution. Choso answered automatically, words flowing even as your tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock and your hand pumped the base in time with your sucking.
His balls tightened against your chin every time you took him all the way down, nose pressing into the dark hair at his groin. The risk of being caught only made you bolder. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, the obscene wet sounds growing louder beneath the desk.
Choso's voice wavered for the first time. "I... I believe in clear communication and setting boundaries," he managed, the double meaning not lost on either of you. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling you down until your throat convulsed around him. "Shit—sorry, I meant—yes, boundaries are important."
Time blurred. The interview continued, question after question, while you worshipped Choso's cock with single-minded focus. Your jaw ached, spit soaked your chin and dripped onto the floor, but you didn't stop. Every time he tried to pull away you followed, taking him deeper, sucking harder. Choso's breathing grew ragged despite his best efforts.
He shifted in his chair, trying to find a position that would hide the way his hips kept twitching upward into your mouth. "You're going to make me cum," he whispered during another brief pause, voice hoarse and desperate. "Right here, during the fucking interview. Is that what you want? To have me filling your throat while I'm trying to sound professional?"
You moaned around him in answer, the sound vibrating through his entire body, and he had to bite down on his knuckle to keep from groaning out loud.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the interviewer smiled and delivered the news. "We'd like to offer you the position, Mr. Kamo. Congratulations." Choso's eyes widened, genuine surprise and relief flickering across his face even as your mouth continued its relentless work beneath the desk.
"Thank you, sir. I appreciate the opportunity," he said, voice remarkably steady. The moment the call ended and the screen went dark, Choso slammed the laptop shut with shaking hands.
"You're trouble, you know that? ," he growled, shoving his chair back so he could look down at you properly. His cock was still buried in your throat, rock hard and pulsing. "You couldn't wait until after? Had to suck me off the entire time?"
You pulled off just enough to speak, lips shiny with spit and pre-cum. "You looked so serious. I wanted your attention." Choso's hand tightened in your hair, guiding you back down onto his cock with a low groan. "You have it now. All of it." He started thrusting in earnest, hips snapping up to meet your mouth as he chased his release.
The control he had maintained for the entire interview finally snapped. His free hand gripped the desk edge as he fucked your throat with short, desperate strokes. "Gonna cum," he warned, voice rough.
"Gonna fill that pretty mouth. Swallow every drop, baby. Don't waste it." His cock swelled against your tongue, balls drawing up tight, and then he was cumming with a broken moan.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your throat, pulse after pulse that you struggled to swallow fast enough. Some escaped the corner of your mouth, dripping down your chin as Choso held you in place through every twitch and spurt.
When he finally released your hair you pulled back slowly, licking your lips and catching the stray drops with your tongue. Choso stared down at you, chest heaving, eyes dark with lingering arousal and something softer. "You really are something else," he murmured, thumb brushing over your swollen lower lip.
"Got me the job and made me lose my mind at the same time." He helped you up from under the desk, pulling you into his lap despite the mess. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to your temple.
"Next time," he said quietly, voice still a little shaky, "warn me first. Or at least wait until the call ends." You smiled against his neck, already planning your next move, and Choso sighed, equal parts exasperated and hopelessly fond.
The job offer email pinged on his phone, but for now he was content to sit there with you, the taste of him still on your tongue and the memory of your mouth wrapped around him burned into his mind.
SoftBF!Choso: Who volunteered to take you to your surgery in the morning, and who held you all night when you said you were nervous.
SoftBF!Choso: Who had to stop himself from crying with you when you said you were scared and whose hand was practically fused to yours, even after you were unconscious.
SoftBF!Choso: Who had to get shooed away by the oral surgeon so they could actually do the procedure.
SoftBF!Choso: Who refused to let you leave the building in a wheelchair, carrying you out in his arms instead.
SoftBF!Choso: Who held your limp body up with one hand while he was driving, making sure you sat up comfortably the entire time.
SoftBF!Choso: Who pre-made 3 different kinds of pudding and whose pantry was overflowing with soup.
SoftBF!Choso: Who insisted on feeding you your first meal because of how numb your mouth still was.
SoftBF!Choso: Who didn’t flinch at the food running down your chin, blotting it with intense care.
SoftBF!Choso: Who went to 5 different stores to find you the perfect cooling headwrap.
SoftBF!Choso: Who kept track of all your pills for you, making sure you didn't have to worry about a single thing.
SoftBF!Choso: Who refused to eat solid food in front of you, only eating his own meals while you slept.
SoftBF!Choso: Who actually thought the swelling on your face made you look really cute, and had to remind himself constantly not to squeeze your chubby cheeks.
SoftBF!Choso: Who held you tight when it hurt, tears of his own falling in your hair because of how much he hated seeing you in pain.
SoftBF!Choso: Who never left your side during your recovery, practically waiting on you hand and foot.
SoftBF!Choso: Who loved taking care of you and made your comfort his top priority always.
SoftBF!Choso: Who found out he had to get his wisdom teeth out next week and completely panicked, only for you to promise you’d take care of him just like he did for you
hybrid puppy!choso who becomes so attached to you whenever he's in heat. he loves sitting on your lap and snuggling into your embrace as you go about your day-to-day life.
hybrid puppy!choso who pathetically attempts to hump your leg whenever you're angry at him. think of it as his form of an apology.
hybrid puppy!choso who wears a leather collar with your name on it. the collar reads "y/n's pathetic puppy." just him wearing it gets his dick all wet.
hybrid puppy!choso who loves using your panties as a gag while he jerks off. he loves inhaling your musky smell as he pumps down on his cute cock.
hybrid puppy!choso who constantly begs for you to sit on his face. it started as a small idea but then surged into full-on begging.
hybrid puppy!choso who sleeps curled up next to you every night, letting out soft whimpers whenever he has wet dreams of you. his tail flicks in anticipation whenever he has dreams of you. a twitch of his ear, a jingle of his collar, and then you're woken up by the sound of his whimpers and quiet pleas by him asking for you to fuck him.
hybrid puppy!choso who just constantly wants to please you. he'll do favours whenever you want, even if he is occupied with something. he'll try anything new out that you want. heck, he'll even be your personal footrest if you ask.
hybrid puppy!choso who has fully devoted his life to you. he's here to please you, to make sure you're always happy. it doesn't matter the cost. he's yours forever. he's your pathetic puppy.
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cameraman!choso who you met through another streamer friend, when you mentioned you were in serious need of a new camera man, since you had to fire your last cameraman due to his inability to hold a camera straight.
satosprettygirl: just give me the camera bru
kudos2kuna: bro can NOT be a sniper
gummygumi: omg the camera is so shaky
sweetyuuji: im getting motion sickness just from
watching
cameraman!choso who you thought looked way too attractive to hide behind a camera when people would lose their minds just to get a glimpse of his striking features.
cameraman!choso who made the chat go absolutely insane when you introduced him as the new cameraman.
“okay chat, ive heard your complaints about the human earthquake, so i hired a new cameraman!” you exclaimed, happy you can finally get chat off your back. “come on in choso!”
choso walks in, holding the heavy camera equipment not noticing the absolute meltdown the chat is having.
gushyguro: HOLY FUCK
tojiswallet: this made my hole week
sukikuna: #GEMMETHATDIHHHHH
“hi guys im choso, your new camera man” he says, taking a seat next to your gaming chair.
the chat is insanely fast after hearing his naturally deep voice.“wow chat really likes you,”
cameraman!choso who compliments you when you dress up for events which makes you and him blush like the chat doesnt exist.
cameraman!choso who notices the unspoken tension you guys hold between eachother but doesnt say anything about it otherwise social media will erupt in a frenzy.
cameraman!choso who gets slightly jealous -but doesnt want to admit it- when you collab with any male streamers which you dont notice, but chat does.
shoko.cigs: ooooooo choso’s jealoussssss
nanacanexpandthisdomain: i can feel the jealousy
from here
cameraman!choso who gently puts his hand on your waist to guide you through crowdy places.
cameraman!choso who ends the stream when he knows you’re feeling down after reading a hate comment.
cameraman!choso who gets protective possessive when he feels that you’re uncomfortable around a parasocial fan.
cameraman!choso who has strong feelings for the streamer who hired him.
a/n: im sooo sorry this was so rushed/short and im still on writers block… REQUESTS OPENNN
Play With His Balls Like Fushigi
₊♡ bf!Choso x f!reader ♡₊
1.3k
a/n: just a cursed one shot, there's not much else to it, a crack fic if you will
One night you and your boyfriend’s younger brother, Yuji, were watching youtube videos together and fell down a rabbit hole of older toy commercials when one video caught your eyes.
It was a short video showcasing people doing all sorts of tricks with a mirrored ball, their movements creating the illusion that the ball was floating, some people even had multiple balls “floating” in their hands.
“Woah, that’s so cool!” Yuji beamed beside you, twisting to face his older brother who was sitting on the couch behind the two of you. “Choso, look!”
He held up his phone to show his brother, who seemed more enthused about his younger brother’s reaction rather than the video itself.
“That’s very cool,” he confirmed with a soft smile.
“Wait! Do you think you could do that with your technique?” Yuji asked, all wide eyed and hopeful, psyched simply at the mere idea of it being a possibility. Choso didn’t seem as optimistic, but he’ll be damned if he disappoints his little brother.
“I’m not sure, Yuji,” he admits, looking over to you, and you give him a smile with an encouraging nod. “I guess I can try.”
“Yes!” Yuji pumps a fist as Choso walks to an open space in the living room, just in case things go sideways.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, drops of blood start flowing from the mark on his nose, turning into streams that form together at his hands. He focuses on shaping the blob of blood in front of him, taking his time to make it as accurate as possible. It maybe took a minute before he held a fushigi ball of his own.
You and Yuji scoot closer to get a look at the red sphere, staring at it in awe.
“Wow Cho, I didn’t know you could do this kind of stuff with your technique,” you admit, amazed at your boyfriend's abilities.
“Yeah it’s awesome,” Yuji agreed, jumping up a second later to get another idea, “do you think you could do some of the tricks?!”
“oh…I don’t know, they seem pretty elaborate,” Choso said timidly, his brows furrowing when he sees Yuji’s excitement deflate a little.
“Come on Cho, you can do it,” you prompt, giving his shoulder a squeeze when he seems forlorn about letting Yuji down, “just give it a shot.”
“...alright,” he agrees, attempting to make the same movements as the people in the commercial, and to your surprise and Yuji’s amazement, he’s a natural.
Of course he could be using his technique to make it a little easier on himself but if he was you couldn’t tell, and anyway all you cared about was seeing how happy he was watching Yuji’s reaction.
Later that night you and Choso are cuddled up in bed, about to fall asleep, when you suddenly get an idea stuck in your head that you can seem to ignore.
“Hey Cho?” you whisper, getting up to lean on your elbow beside him. He finds your gaze immediately.
“What is it sweetheart?” he asks, moving to sit up, cupping your cheek with his hand, “is something wrong?”
“Oh, no nothing's wrong,” you giggle, sometimes he can be so cute without even knowing. “I was just thinking about earlier when you were doing those tricks with the ball, and how in the commercial one person had two. I guess I was just wondering if you could do that too.”
He hums, thinking about it for a moment before responding, “it might be a bit difficult, but I can give it a try.”
He sits up and leans against the headboard, and you lean your head on his shoulder, watching him create two new orbs from his own blood. If you didn’t think about that last part too much, the sight of him manipulating the spheres into shape was actually quite mesmerizing.
“How did they move two of them?” he asked, holding the two balls in his hand. You tapped your chin, trying to recall the commercial.
“I’m pretty sure they did the tricks only using one hand, and they pushed them around kind of like this,” you mimic the movements you remember with your own hand, and Choso quickly picks up on it, fidgeting with the spheres in his hand.
“Like this?” he asked, slipping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.
“Yeah, like that!” you chirp, watching the blood shine when the lamp hits at the right angle, “there was also this one trick where they tossed it in the air and caught it again.”
“Hmm,” Choso nods, concentrating as he tosses one in the air and catches it in his palm, making the orbs clink together. He plays around with different tricks, fumbling at first, but learning from his mistakes, pulling off the maneuvers flawlessly. You swear he must have been a juggler in his past life.
He begins to rub circles with his thumb into your hip and you lean in closer to him, watching him do tricks will the balls, then you get an idea that makes you smirk. You tell Choso to keep practicing and that he’s doing great all the while your hand caresses the skin at the waistband, sneakily working its way down, slipping under his boxers to reach his crotch.
His breath hitches, making a high pitched sound when you start to match his hand movements on his own balls. Fondling them with the very same technique he’s using on the blood orbs. Only a moment after you started he fumbles his movements, dropping one of the orbs on the bedsheet, so naturally, you pause your hand motions as well.
Your boyfriend whines at the loss, bucking his hips up to chase any form of friction he can, begging you to continue. He looks so needy you can’t help but tease your poor boyfriend a little.
“Aw, did you like that cho?” you ask in mock sympathy, using your free hand to pet his head. He nods, leaning into your touch with a desperate look in his dark eyes. “Alright, tell me what you want.”
Choso opens his mouth to answer but you instantly cover it with your hand to shush him.
“Not here baby,” you giggle, swiping a thumb across his bottom lip, then your hand picks up the dropped orb and places it in his hand with the other, making a soft clink. “Here.”
You pressed your hand closed around his, making him clasp the orbs in his hand. In turn, you mirrored the action with your other hand, gently closing it around his balls. He whimpered as his head fell back against the headboard, the hand on your waist squeezed tighter, not painful, just enough to ground himself.
He seemed to understand as he slowly, almost languidly, made the orbs chase each other in his palm, and you followed suit with your own hand. Of course you don't actually twist his balls around, you just follow his finger movements.
After a couple turns he tries the same trick except vertically this time, maneuvering the orbs almost as if they were playing leapfrog. You do the same except the tips of your fingers press a little deeper this time as you fondle him. He moaned at your ministrations and you could feel his cock harden and twitch above your hand, no doubt leaking precum like a faucet.
It only took two more rotations of the orbs before he came, cum leaking onto your hand and into his sweatpants. The orbs rolled out of his hand as it fell on the bed, and his heavy panting filled the silence. You looked up at Choso to see a blissed out expression on his face, a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead while his cheeks were flushed. You leaned in to press a kiss on his cheek but he turned so your lips could meet.
He pulled away, pressing his forehead to yours, “I think your trick was my favourite.”
You giggled, and he smiled at that, holding you close, not worrying about the mess in his pants. You didn’t seem that concerned either as you just cuddled in closer. You’ll just shower with him tomorrow, and who knows, maybe try a few new tricks while you're at it.
with Vampire!Choso. This is part 2 of Your caring boyfriend is... a vampire?
Part 1 ⟢ Part 2 ⟢ Part 3 (bonus scene)
18+ minors do not interact
a/n: took me a while but it's here :)
wc: 1,955
"The water is warm already. Is it okay like this?" Choso asks, holding the shower head.
You put your hand under the water to test its temperature. "Ow! It's too hot!" You immediately pull back your hand.
Choso looks at you with a worried expression, scared that he hurt you. "Sorry, I read hot showers can help with your period, but I didn't know how hot." He pouts. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Cho. I know you just wanted to help." You move past him to adjust the temperature yourself. "You're so sweet." You say, smiling at him.
When the water is at the right temperature, you playfully splash him with water. He lets you rinse the blood away from his face and he steals the shower head from you to spray you back. You shower each other while giggling and playing with the water. Then, he reaches for the shampoo and starts massaging your head, standing behind you. You close your eyes.
"Does this feel good?" Choso asks.
"Mhmm…" You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment and feel his fingers thoroughly rubbing your scalp.
You feel his lips on your shoulder, licking where he previously left bite marks. You relax as he rinses the shampoo away, and you finally open your eyes.
"Let me wash your hair too." You say, turning around.
"My hair? But… I'm supposed to be taking care of you." Choso says, doubtfully.
You pout at him. "Please?"
He sighs, giving in. "Okay." He gets on his knees, because he knows he's too tall for you to wash his hair when he's standing straight.
You stand in front of him and start working the shampoo on his hair. Choso enjoys your gentle touch massaging his scalp, but the sight in front of him makes it impossible to relax. Your tits are right in his line of sight, and not only that, your perfectly soft and marked naked body is in his reach. Your scent intoxicates his senses, and he imagines sucking your tits, licking the previous scratches, leaving more marks, getting drunk on your taste again.
"Choso? Are you listening to me?" Your voice gets him out of his fantasies.
"Umm.. sorry, I spaced out." He's gripping your hips and he hadn't even noticed. He softens his hold on you, but doesn't let go.
"I was asking you if it feels good." You look down at him and notice his breath is a bit short, like he's trying to relax but not quite achieving it.
"Yeah, it does." He looks up at you with wide eyes, hands still on your hips.
You observe him. He's half hard again, and the pleading look on his face tells you everything you need to know. "Oh, I know what this is about," you say, "you haven't had enough have you? You're still hungry."
"I could never have enough of you." He confesses, using a serious tone.
You take a step closer to him, and he immediately puts his mouth on your body, licking scratches and bite marks. "Wait, Cho, we need to rinse your shampoo first."
"Mhm…" But he does not take his mouth off you. You start rinsing the shampoo carefully so it doesn't get on his face. When you're done, you stand on your tiptoes to hang the shower head on its holder. That makes Choso's mouth find your pelvis, which he continues kissing.
"Ride my face, baby, please." He wraps his arms around your legs, slightly lifting you so he can have access to your cunt.
" So needy for me, Cho." You tease him.
"I'll make you feel good, I promise." He says, looking up at you. "For your period." He gives an experimental lick to your folds, and he closes the running water with one hand—can't let anything go to waste down the drain.
"Of course, for my period." You know he loves taking care of you, but it's obvious he wants to do it to satisfy his own hunger too, and you'll gladly let him. "Try not to cum untouched this time, I want to feel you inside later."
He groans at the thought. "I promise."
Well, he's definitely hard now. His muscular arms guide you to sit on his face and push down to make you grind him. He tastes your blood and slick again, tongue running through your puffy folds and boldly entering your hole to scavenge for more. Your breath starts to accelerate, moans escaping your mouth.
"Ah, Cho!" When his nose grazes your clit, it sends an electrifying sensation through your spine, making you moan especially loud and throw your head back. You start unconsciously grinding on his face, letting your body chase the pleasure.
Choso is drunk on your essence again. He tastes a mix of sweetness and metallic saltiness and he wants to bury himself in you even deeper—if that's possible.
"Are you-ah even breathing, Ch-Cho? Mngh!" You ask, a little bit concerned, but still rolling your hips to take him deeper.
He can only let out a desperate whine for an answer, which sends all kinds of vibrations through your body. He's drowning in between your thighs and he wouldn't have it any other way. His tongue dives in and out of you nonstop, making your sensitive pussy give him more fluids to drink.
"Ah-I'm close, Cho." Your walls flutter around his tongue, making him moan.
Choso changes strategy to give you what you want. His mouth moves to your clit, licking around and over it with precise strokes. He introduces two fingers inside of you, and he scissors them to open you up. He introduces a third finger, the stretch making you cry out in pleasure.
Knowing exactly what you need to bring you over the edge, Choso curls his fingers to hit that one spot inside of you that makes you melt. The fullness of your pussy and the wave of pleasure washing over your body are overwhelming. You cum with his name on your lips, tugging his hair hard and putting a hand on the shower wall for stability. A familiar warmth diffuses through your body, making all your strength disappear. Choso holds you in place with his strong arms, whining as he drinks up your release to the last drop.
"You okay, baby?" He looks up at you, face covered in blood and your release. His eyes are glassy from how good you taste, he could've cum untouched again if it weren't for the promise he made earlier.
"Y-yeah." Your limbs still feel weak. "That was… amazing."
"Is your tummy still hurting?" He kisses your lower stomach, concerned about you.
"Mmm… It's better than before, you definitely helped." You reach for the shower head and turn on the water, and he lets you wash his face. "But I think you can still help more." You say shyly.
"I didn't forget my promise." He stands up, his rock hard cock now pressing against your stomach. "I'll make you feel good, I'll do whatever you want." He grabs the shower head from you and hangs it, making the water shower the both of you.
Your gaze traces his whole body, admiring the sculpted muscles and the massive leaking cock in front of you. He's just so pretty, the vision of him makes heat pool in your core again.
You look him in the eyes, "I need you to feel you inside and fill me up." You turn yourself around and put your hands on the glass wall, arching your back a little and separating your legs. "Don't hold back." You want him to fuck you hard from behind until all you can feel is him, and luckily for you, your boyfriend is always happy to comply.
Choso contemplates the sight in front of him, still drunk on you. Your exposed body and trust in him make his cock twitch. He comes closer and kisses your shoulder while grabbing your hips. "I promise I'll be good." He whispers to your ear, with a tone that makes you clench around nothing.
Choso brings his cock to your entrance from behind, dipping the head in your folds and mixing his pre with your arousal. He rubs it slowly up and down, teasing, even pressing your clit, which makes you both gasp.
"Choso, please…" You plead, voice breaking.
And because he can't not please you, he buries himself in you with one swift motion. You let out a surprised moan and clench around him, making him groan. The stretch and the feeling of being stuffed full make your lust grow. Choso starts rolling his hips, at which you let out desperate needy sounds that beg for more. He starts picking up the pace, hips rolling deeper.
"Cho-mngh! M-more, ah-please!" You beg, desperate to soothe the burning need of him in your body.
He starts thrusting into you, pulling out almost to the tip and slamming back in. The way you're milking his cock has him rolling back his eyes and whimpering with every thrust. He grabs your hips firmly—it will surely leave bruises—and roughly slides you up and down his cock, hitting your ass with his hips with every thrust. You let him use you like that; it is exactly what you needed, feeling him deep and hitting all the right spots inside of you.
You arch your back to let him in deeper and Choso feels like he's high. The hot water hits your skin and slides down your body in pretty rivulets that decorate your back and ass, an image that Choso wants to burn permanently into his memory. He looks at how his dick disappears in your dripping cunt with every thrust and moans, lewd sounds filling the small shower.
Choso feels the sudden urge to bite you, so he brings his mouth to your neck and sinks his fangs smoothly into your skin, drawing blood. You cry out at the unexpected sensation, but move your neck to give him better access. He eagerly cleans the blood with his tongue, not wasting any drop, and gives you more kisses on top of the mark he just made. He gives light bites to your shoulders, they tingle where his teeth prod against your skin. The delicious stinging sensation from the scratches he draws on your back with his fangs sends electrifying currents through your body, enhancing your sensitivity even more. The mix with the building pleasure in your core makes you forget everything, you only feel Choso. You moan loudly, tears pooling in your eyes from the cumulation of sensations.
"Cho, I'm close." You say, completely out of breath.
He groans, still pounding into you. "Me too, baby. You feel so good."
You turn your head to look at him, and your pretty teary-eyed face is the last thing he needs to be shooting his release into you. His cock throbs inside of you and you cum with a broken moan. Choso doesn't stop moving through your orgasm and he kisses your back tenderly, licking what he can.
When he pulls out, cum drips down your legs and goes down the drain. Choso hugs you and kisses your face. Hot water is still running, showering you both. "Do you feel better now?" He asks,
"Yeah, so much." You say. "You take such good care of me, I'm so lucky to have you."
"No, I'm so lucky to have you. You're so precious to me, I'll always take care of you, love." He says, breathing in your scent.
"Thank you, Cho." You close your eyes and relax in his embrace. "I love you."
And something in Choso's chest tightens. "I love you too." He whispers in your ear.
a/n: i'm not sure about how this turned out, but i don't hate it either.
Vampire!Choso takes care of you during your period.
Part 1 ⟢ Part 2 ⟢ Part 3 (bonus scene)
18+ minors do not interact
a/n: I got this idea when i was on my period, obviously. Yesterday i submitted my bachelor's thesis, so yay!
wc: 1,800
Your boyfriend is the best.
As soon as you texted Choso that you were on your period, he cancelled all his plans. He showed up at your dorm 20 minutes later with pads, pain meds, chocolate, heating pads and ginger tea.
"Cho, you didn't have to." you say, moved by his gesture. You're laying on your couch, you were watching a movie on your TV. "Weren't you supposed to go out with your friends?"
"But you're on your period, I wanted to help you." He reassures, as he brings the cup of tea to your hands. "Need anything else?"
"No. Thank you, Cho." You might cry at how cute and attentive your boyfriend is. "Just come sit on the couch, cuddle with me."
You lean down on the sofa again, facing the TV, and Choso carefully positions himself laying down in front of you, with his face directly on your tummy. "You can use me instead of a heating pad." He says, very seriously.
You laugh softly in response. As the movie plays in the background, you absentmindedly tangle your fingers with Choso's hair, playing with it.
Choso closes his eyes at the feeling, as if your smell wasn't enough to get him worked up. He doesn't want to do anything he will regret—always so attentive to your needs—, but there's nothing wrong with hugging your waist to have your scent intoxicate him, right?
Except, now, he's very conscious of how close his face is to your blood-dripping pussy. He can't help but imagine how good your blood must taste, and how the hand now running softly through his hair would grip his head harder, pushing him down in between your legs. He bites back a moan when your hand caresses his neck, and you notice the arms wrapped around you tighten their embrace.
"I should be the one making you feel good, you know." Choso looks up at you. He's trying to distract himself from his own instincts. "Do you want me to bring you the chocolate? Do you need the painkillers? Or do you need more tea? I can go out and buy you more—"
"Choso," you call him, "actually…" he looks at you with a pouty face, like he's scared he's done something wrong, "I think there's something you could help me with, if you're up for it."
"Of course, anything for you, love." He looks at you expectingly.
"Umm… I'm a bit embarrassed to propose this," you look away from him as you feel your face heat up. "I'm not sure you'll like the idea."
"Yes." He quickly replies, maybe too eagerly.
"So… I heard that to help with the cramps,… Well maybe I read it, or I watched a TikTok… Anyways, I wanted to try it to see if it works…"
"What is it?" He interrupts, letting you go and hovering over you with one hand on each side of your body. It cannot be what he's imagining—he's done his research on how to relieve period pain, but he cannot get his hopes up on this—, as much as he wants it to be what he's thinking.
"Orgasms." You blurt out. Wow this is so embarrassing. Your face is red, for sure. You're scared of how Choso will react, but you keep your eyes on him, searching for a reaction, anything that tells you how much you fucked up. He's going to say he's disgusted for sure.
Choso freezes on the spot.
Oh.
So it is what he was hoping.
Fuck.
He can feel himself getting hard.
His senses sharpen. Suddenly, the smell of blood is stronger; it's harder to resist the temptation. His bulge is definitely visible now. He's trying so hard to not lose control of himself.
"Choso…?" You're still beneath him, but he hasn't said anything.
That gets him to react. His eyes meet yours, and the look in his eyes is like nothing you've ever seen before in him. He's always intense, but in a caring, romantic way. This? He looks savage. Menacing, even. It's almost unnatural. And that's… unexpectedly hot.
He notices how you release another smell mixed with the blood, your arousal. So it's happening. He puts a hand on the waistband of your shorts.
"Can I…?" It comes out with a rough voice, a bit strained.
You nod to give him permission.
He's inhumanly fast. He kisses you hard and deep, barely letting you breathe, and you don't even notice how he has already yanked your shorts and panties down. Fingers slides through your entrance and cover in blood and slick, only to quickly find your clit and slowly start rubbing circles.
You moan at the pleasure and pull him closer to you. He leaves your mouth and starts leaving wet kisses on your jaw as he takes off your top.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…" He mumbles against your skin, because how is he so lucky to have you and let him do this.
Choso travels down your neck to that spot between your neck and your shoulder that makes you weak.
"Mngh, mngh, Choso—ah!"
In response, he licks, and sucks, and bites more, all to wreck you. He loves every little noise that escapes your mouth and, if it's to get more of those out of you, his blood appetite can wait a little (but not too much).
He leaves open-mouthed kisses on your chest, making you arch against him. With his mouth open, he starts dragging his teeth down your body, to your stomach. You suddenly feel a light sting where his teeth are.
Just before you can process that (how the hell did he scratch you?), Choso shoves two long fingers inside of you. You cry out with a loud moan at the feeling. Your period makes you especially sensitive, and you press him harder against you. He curls his fingers just right, drawing more sounds out of you.
"Mngh, mngh, it's too much Cho!"
And it's too much for him too. Your blood and arousal on his fingers, the pornographic sounds you make, the way you push his face against your body. He lets out a low groan. "You're doing so well baby."
But he doesn't stop scissoring his fingers, now rubbing your clit too. Your hips involuntarily rock down against his palm, chasing the high. You don't stop moving as he licks your torso, and he moans.
"A-ah! Cho, I'm gonna cum." You warn.
He keeps a steady rhythm rubbing your clit as your hips rock more sloppily. And then a wave of pleasure runs through your body as you cum.
A warm flush goes all the way to your head as you come down. Choso takes the fingers out of you and licks them clean, with the blood and everything (that's the most delicious part, actually).
You look down at him and notice two red lines scratched into your torso.
"What is this?" You're genuinely surprised.
He blushes hard. "Sorry. It's my teeth. I'm so sorry." He hides his face pressing it against your stomach.
"Your teeth?"
"Yeah… My fangs." He looks up at you and opens his mouth, revealing two pointed canines , too pointy to look human.
"Huh?" You take a closer look. "I never really noticed those. How curious." You say, cocking your head.
"Well, they only come out when I'm very hungry… or excited."
What? You stare at him. How is that even…
"Okay, you must be a vampire," you point a finger at him, "what the fuck."
He gives you a guilty look and he nods shyly.
"I cannot believe this, oh my god. My boyfriend is a vampire." You look at him. "You're a vampire. You're a vampire?"
He nods again, just to confirm. "Yeah… I'm a vampire."
"So. Your fangs are out. You hungry or excited?"
"Yes." He quickly answers, nodding. "I mean, both."
"So?" You dare him with your eyes, a few seconds that feel like an eternity to him. "Eat." You say, opening your legs to give him access.
You do not have to tell him twice. Like a starved man—or vampire—, he licks your cunt to taste your blood mixed with slick.
He eats you out like his life depends on it. Maybe it does, you think, vampires need blood, right?
He dives in and circles all your hole, reaching every single spot inside of you, to collect all the fluids he can. And then he swallows.
The metallic taste of blood with your arousal is so good it makes him moan and his head dizzy. This is what paradise must be, he thinks, there's nothing in the world that could ever be better than this. He feels very much drunk, but he's addicted to you. So he continues exploring your insides, moans of both of you filling the room.
He continues fucking you with his tongue at a quick, very eager pace. Tongue in and out, you feel him open you up every time, sensation only increasing. It's like he wants to lick you clean and suck the period out of you.
"Ah, ah! Cho!" You cry out. "I'm close!"
He lets out a whimper that turns to a groan, now concentrating on your clit too, trying to not stab you with his fangs. Then he decides to suck on it. And, oh my god. You can't stop the loud moans that come out of your mouth as you get closer to your release.
He sucks on your entrance to drink up all your fluids, and he slides his tongue in one more time. He pulls it out running it over your clit. He closes his mouth around your sensitive bud and sucks again. That brings you over the edge, and he does not leave your clit alone as you ride through your orgasm.
After, he starts slowly licking your cunt again to clean up the mess. You whine at the overstimulation, pleasure and pain mixing in the afterglow.
"Sorry, love." He apologizes. "Want me to stop?"
"No. Finish the clean-up."
He does what he's told, as you try to hold your tears and get through it without making him too worried.
"I don't think this is working," he says, with blood all over his mouth and chin, "we're both covered in blood."
"Now you do look like a real vampire." You mutter for yourself. "Let's go shower, then."
"Okay." He agrees. "I am a real vampire, by the way."
He stands up, and you notice a wet spot on his pants.
"Don't move." He orders.
Choso picks you up princess mode to carry you to the shower.
"What's this?" You ask, already in his muscular arms. "Did you cum in your pants?"
He blushes. "…Maybe?"
"You're so cute Choso." You let out a soft laugh. "Kiss me."
And he does.
-> Go to Part 2
a/n: first time posting my writing and first time writing smut. Sooo what did you think??
Wanted to post this when i had part 2 ready, but submitting my thesis made me want to celebrate somehow. Part 2 might take a while, since now I have to prepare for the defense of my thesis :)
the concept of "personal property" is foreign to your roommate. what belongs to him and what belongs to you simply does not exist in the vocabulary of his.
so when you enter your shared apartment after a grueling nine-hour shift, you already recognize the rhythmic buzz echoing down the hallway. it’s the exact same sound you’ve confronted him about three times this month.
you march down the carpeted hallway and throw the bedroom door wide, not even bothered to knock because he certainly didn’t ask permission to breach your space.
and there he is, your thoroughly infuriating, completely shameless roommate, sprawled across your duvet with those absurdly long, pale legs monopolizing the entire mattress. his glasses are askew on his face, the lenses clouded from his own ragged gasps as he rubs your favourite wand's head against his sensitive cockhead—smearing his sticky pre-cum all over.
“gojo!” you snap, your delivery flat and dripping with unadulterated irritation. "you are doing it again?!"
he lacks even the basic decency to look up from his own groin, refusing to acknowledge your presence at the foot of your bed. his chest heaves under an oversized anime t-shirt, hips giving a pathetic, needy little twitch against the mattress as the rattle of the motor continues to pleasure his nerve endings. he rolls his head back into your pillows, letting out a shaky, wet moan that sounds nearly pornographic.
“shh… wait a sec,” he pants, his voice thick and raspy; a world apart from his typically fast-talking cadence that usually annoys the shit out of you. “i'm almost there. don’t be mad, it just… it feels so much better than my hands…”
you’ve had the boundary talks. you’ve threatened to lock your door (which he can bypass anyway). you’re tired, your feet hurt, and the audacity of him sitting in your room, treating your personal drawer like his own candy shop without an ounce of shame, makes your blood boil.
you stride over to the bed, and before his overstimulated brain can register the sudden movement, you reach down and wrench his hand away from his crotch, sending the toy clattering onto the floorboards.
“hey!” he whines, a petulant, spoiled-brat pout instantly forming on his lips as his eyes finally dart up to yours. “i was literally right there! c’mon, that’s just cruel—”
unable to tolerate his dumb whining a second longer, you drop to your knees beside the mattress and clamp your hand around the bottom of his cock with intentional force. before he can even puff at the sudden restriction of his blood flow, you raise your other hand to land a stinging slap directly across the pink flesh of his angry cockhead with a loud smack!
satoru gasps, his spine arching off beautifully as his body spasms from the impact. his vivid blue eyes are now blown wide, blinking rapidly behind his spectacles while a miserable whimper spills from his plush lips. "do you think you can just use my things because you are too lazy to buy your own?"
to penalize his arrogance further, ensuring the lesson sinks into his imbecile brain, you squeeze your thumb and forefinger around the tender skin beneath the swollen mushroom tip and pinch, using enough force to guarantee a lasting red mark.
the reaction is instantaneous. the agony of the nip, combined with another slap across his aching cock, pushes his nervous system into overload. satoru releases a startled shriek, his hips thrashing desperately as he tries to wrench his hips away from your horrific grip, thighs jerking against the sheets in a futile attempt to escape the blinding pain.
but your hands are unrelenting, and the torment only accelerates the climax. his cock throbs spastically as if its trying to communicate something using morse code before he erupts.
thick, pearly ropes of cum shoot straight up, splattering across his own flat stomach and the hem of his shirt, dripping down the pale skin of his abs.
“oh god—” he groans, voice cracking as his upper body collapses back into the pillows, the sudden impact knocking his spectacles off his nose to land sideways on the mattress. he looks like a total wreck; his mouth hanging open, a thin strand of saliva bridging his lips as he stares up at you with dazed, dilated pupils that consume his baby blue irises.
even as the intense peak subsides, his hips give one final, weak throb against your hand, and he possesses the sheer nerve to smile—a lazy, unrepentant smirk forming on his stupidly handsome face.
“do… do that again,” he whispers, breathless and shameless as ever, cocking his head like an overly enthusiastic bunny. “slap it again for me...?”
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The bathroom was choked with the comforting scent of sweet lavender baby powder and the minty tang of toothpaste.
It was two in the morning and you were completely exhausted, your eyelids feeling as though they were weighed down by lead. You were sitting squarely on Sukuna’s lap, feeling the immense, radiating heat of his body beneath you.
His frame was colossal, easily filling the bathroom, and his torso possessed that heavy, solid thickness—a formidable dad bod that was surprisingly soft and squishy to lean against.
One of his massive, tattooed hands rested heavily on your waist, his thumb lazily stroking your side in a slow, possessive circle that made your heart do a tiny, fluttering skip.
Sukuna had four arms, and currently, every single one of them was occupied. His upper pair of arms was cradling an infant Uraume, who had finally stopped screaming bloody murder and was now fast asleep.
From the center of the tiny, white-haired bundle came a series of ridiculously loud, high-pitched snores: “Pshhh-oooo... pshhh-oooo...”
The tiny baby snores echoed off the bathroom tiles. Sukuna looked utterly ridiculous rocking the infant against his broad chest, his sharp claws meticulously avoiding the fluffy blanket.
With his third hand, Sukuna was aggressively scrubbing his upper teeth, minty foam bubbling cute little bubbles at the corners of his lips.
That left the lower mouth as the jagged maw spanning across his abdomen stretched open with a wide, exhausted yawn, revealing rows of sharp teeth.
You leaned forward, a toothbrush gripped loosely in your hand, and carefully began brushing the lower mouth’s teeth. “Don’t bite me,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep as you carefully navigated the bristles around his sharp canines.
The mouth on his stomach scoffed, the sound deep and echoing against your thighs. “As if I’d waste my energy chewing on a fragile thing like you at two in the morning, brat,” the lower mouth rumbled.
Above, Sukuna paused his own brushing, his four red eyes narrowing down at you through the gloom of the dim light. He spat into the sink with a disgruntled huff, looking down at the snoring bundle in his arms, then back at you.
He poked the baby’s chubby cheek with a sharp claw, causing Uraume to let out a particularly wet, whistling snore. “Pshhh-KKKKRRrroo-ooo...”
“Look at it,” Sukuna sneered, his upper mouth twisting in disgust. “It’s making those wretched noises. It looks ugly when it sleeps.”
You paused the toothbrush, staring up at him with a disapproving pout. “‘Kuna! Don’t call our baby an ‘it’! And they do not look ugly, that’s our baby. Apologize right now!”
Sukuna’s upper eyebrows twitched. He looked at you like you had lost your mind. “No.”
“Sukuna, say sorry.”
“I am the King of Curses. I do not apologize to infants, especially when it looks like a… deflated dumpling,” he grumbled, casting another mean look down at the snoring baby. “And you’ve missed a spot on the left, woman. Are you blind as well as incompetent?”
“I’m tired, ‘kuna,” you whispered, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your small smile as your fingers brushed against the warm, marked skin of his stomach before you adjusted your grip.
His skin felt like heated velvet. There was a thick, unspoken weight that always hung between you two—a lingering tension born from late nights and the domesticity he allowed only you to see.
“Tch. Excuses,” Sukuna muttered, though his upper hand gently squeezed your waist, securing you against him as he shifted his weight.
He went back to rocking Uraume, his movements surprisingly gentle for a man who claimed to know nothing but malice. “If you ruin my teeth, I’ll make you handle the brat’s next diaper blowout entirely on your own.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” you shot back with a weak smile, your eyes meeting his lower mouth as it formed a smug, jagged smirk.
“Try me,” the stomach mouth taunted, a low, rumbling chuckle vibrating through his core, perfectly harmonizing with Uraume’s rhythmic, whistling snores as you rinsed the brush under the trickling faucet, the cool splash of water a stark contrast to his overwhelming warmth.
As you leaned back in to finish, your face was mere inches from his torso. You could hear the steady, heavy thud of his heart.
For all his biting words and mean banter, his touch was entirely safe as you caught him staring down at you, his upper eyes softened by sheer fatigue, holding a look that made your breath catch in your throat.
For a second, the banter died away, leaving only the sound of the rain, the tiny baby snores, and the heavy pull between you. Sukuna cleared his throat, breaking the silence as he looked away quickly, a faint scowl crossing his face.
“Hurry up,” he grumbled, his tone dropping to a low, sleepy murmur. “... You’re warm, and I want to go back to bed before heading to work.”
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