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# - 𝐅𝐖𝐁!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 📍

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FWB!Choso who was dragged into a bar, clearly uncomfortable and out of place as he shifts in his spot and plays with his fingers near the entrance.

FWB!Choso who’s eyes nervously scan the room looking for something, anything to take him out of this situation when they land on you.

FWB!Choso sees you sat in the far end of the bar laughing with your friends as you animatedly use your hands to emphasise whatever it is you’re trying convey to them.

FWB!Choso who’s now more nervous than when he was walking in, taking in your big round eyes, long hair you clearly spent time curling, and the fine lines on your face when you smiled or scrunched your eyebrows together.

FWB!Choso who’s heart raced faster than he’s ever known when your eyes met his from across the room. The way you sent a smile his way before titling your head as if inviting him to walk over which is exactly what he did.

FWB!Choso who nervously scuttles over, hands rubbing feverishly on his pants as he makes his way closer, ridding them of any sweat and never once breaking eye contact.

FWB!Choso sheepishly smiles at you as he waits for you to make conversation, suddenly forgetting everything around him as he focuses on you, on your lips that are soundlessly moving - trying to make flirtatious conversation with him.

FWB!Choso who focuses back in when he feels you tug on his hand, guiding him outside and towards a cab you waved down before latching onto him, not paying any attention to the cab driver sending you looks of disapproval.

FWB!Choso who doesn’t remember either of you giving the driver your address but somehow ended up in your apartment either way as you both stumble through your apartment door, not wanting to break apart for even a fraction of a second.

FWB!Choso who’s enamoured by everything you do; the way you lead him to sit on your bed - straddling him in the process, the heavy breaths and pants you release into his neck as you grind yourself onto his lap, the way your hands slowly trace his happy trail - leading towards forbidden lands.

FWB!Choso doesn’t remember when you both lost your clothes, everything passing in a blur of intoxication, excitement, and lust. He felt like he was watching himself - as if he was a fly on the wall, his mind had left his body - now fuelled by pleasure.

FWB!Choso who distinctly remembers the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you sank down on his cock, the softness of your hands as you caressed his chest, the way your tits continuously bounced up and down as you rode him, and the short pants that left your bruised lips with every thrust of his hips.

FWB!Choso who makes a habit of coming over to seek and chase the pleasure he’s longed for since that night, always convincing you out of dates with other men so he can sink his cock back where it belongs.

FWB!Choso who’s convinced that you were made for him - that your tight cunt was made for him, moulded perfectly for him. And he expresses this through heavy pants while his hips slam into yours;

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘮? 𝘮𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 - 𝘐 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯”

FWB!Choso who doesn’t recognise the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets just by being in the same room as you, doesn’t understand why he gets this ugly feeling festering inside - wanting to burst out of his chest when you’d get dolled up for a date that wasn’t him, later ripping off your clothes before tossing you on the bed.

FWB!Choso realises his feelings months later whilst in the warmth of being buried inside you, balls deep as his eyes scan your body above him as if on a pedestal he himself placed you on, the rays of sun highlighting your figure, your hair cascading down your back and shoulders, the parting of your lips, and the pure look of love and home that streamed from your eyes.

You were his home.

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋: I had so much fun writing this!! I love choso sm

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

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ミ★ INFO : hi and welcome to my blog! i go by Koi, Atlas or Issey, and i’m a multifandom writer though my posts mainly consist of JJK content but my page is mostly known for my moodboards! i’m 20, a criminologist/psychologist/business major but i currently work in medicine but plan on having a career in tattooing (i jus want a stress free life), and i use she/her pronouns! i also write as a hobby! ʕ๑￫ᴥ￩๑ʔ

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# - 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Gojo watches from the sidelines as his son gradually falls in love with you.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : kids romance, gojo being the best dad!

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The first time Gojo noticed you was on the platform of Kyoto Station. It was time for another school year so he was there to drop young Megumi off at the station which would lead to his new primary school.

“Do you have everything with you?” Gojo asks his son, mentally counting all of his things once more. When he doesn’t get a response back he looks at Megumi who stared off at something amongst the crowd.

“‘Gumi?” He tries again to catch the 6 year old’s attention, but he’s fully focused somewhere else. The platform was busy with people, all wishing their children luck on their first day so it was difficult to see where Megumi’s eyes were trained. But as his father, and no-less possessing the six eyes, he knew exactly what had caught his attention.

Slightly further down the platform, Gojo caught sight of you standing there, laughing and smiling with your family who were also there to drop you off. That was the first time Gojo saw you. He didn’t know who you were, but he had a feeling that, with a little coaxing, he would later on.

“‘Gumi, pay attention to your father!” Gojo whined at his son, causing Megumi to turn his attention back to the kneeling man. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

Gojo gave him a smile, “I was just making sure that you had everything with you and that you don’t forget about me okay?” He pouted before hugging him, much to Megumi’s refusal, just before the platform announcement came.

Megumi just rolls his eyes in response and makes his way on the train. Gojo turns around to look at you once more and sees that you’re doing the same, delivering one last goodbye before boarding the train, flashing a big smile towards Megumi beforehand. Gojo can’t help but smile when he notices a red hue staining the boy’s face.

Gojo waved enthusiastically at Megumi who sat at a window seat, hoping he wouldn’t cause too much trouble in school - unlike last year.

The end of his first day came and Megumi prepared himself as he made his way off the train “‘Gumi!” Gojo pushed himself through the crowd, passing other parents as he bee-lined towards Megumi, “I missed you my little mochi!”

Megumi whipped his head towards the white-haired man barrelling his way towards him, a grimace on his face when he’s practically to the ground.

“How was your first day? Did you get into any trouble? I don’t want any calls from your teachers again!” Megumi seemed to curl in on himself, embarrassed by his dad’s constant pestering.

Halfway through his rant Gojo noticed the far away look Megumi had as he stared at something or someone behind his crouched figure.

Turning around he noticed you stood not too far away, giggling and failing to hide your smile as you watched Gojo fuss over the young boy. Turning back to face the raven-haired boy he had to try and contain a smile of his own as he watched the way Megumi tried to hide his small body behind Gojo’s.

Y/n, that was your name. At least that’s what he heard through the boisterous crowd not too long ago. Maybe it was time to let Megumi go, figure his own way in the world.

The next time Gojo chooses to embarrass Megumi was sports day. While Megumi was sat cross-legged on the field with his team, Gojo was behind the fence with the other parents cheering obnoxiously loud.

He even took it upon himself to wear a custom shirt with Megumi’s face plastered on it with the words: meGOmi. And if it couldn’t get any worse, you had walked up to him earlier and commented on how ‘enthusiastic’ his dad was.

So when it finally came to Megumi’s turn during the footrace Gojo couldn’t help but practically scream out Megumi’s name and a few words of encouragement.

“You can do it my sweet Megumi! Remember the bet I have going on with the other parents! IF YOU DON’T MAKE THAT FINISH LINE YOU’RE SLEEPING ON THE COUCH FOR THE NEXT MONTH — I HAVE A REPUTATION TO HOLD UP!”

This caused Megumi to hide his face in the collar of his top, hiding from any prying eyes and especially a pair of honey-brown ones.

Of course Gojo couldn’t contain himself when he saw this and continued with his uplifting words, advocating himself as Megumi’s personal wingman, “Do it for your girlfriend!”

This caused Megumi to trip over his own foot, face-planting and resulting in a mouthful of dirt as he kept his eyes to the ground-now blown wide in bewilderment, too shocked to hear the whistle signalling the start of the race.

Even at the end of the race, Gojo continued his pestering as he made his way over to the boy, “how could you do this to me ‘Gumi?! Do you know how much money I put on you - oh hey, isn’t that Y/n?”

Whipping his head up Megumi made eye contact once more with your warm ones walking his way.

“Y/n! Did you see my Megumi? I think he needs some encouragement huh” smiling up at the 6’2 man, you failed to keep a small giggle to yourself, “he’s still a winner to me”

A bright red blush spread over the boy’s face at this, his eyes focusing anywhere but you. Walking closer towards Megumi you planted a quick peck to his cheek, wishing him luck on the next race before making your way back to your own team.

“If that’s not encouragement, I don’t know what is”

But it didn’t end there. Gojo had planned to visit the shop’s later that afternoon, wanting to grab a hold of some limited edition mochi he kept going on about.

But for some reason the now 8 year old Megumi stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching his dad grab his keys and wallet, “what’s up ‘Gumi?”

He shuffles in his spot for a moment, “Can I come with you?” Megumi quietly asks, his voice small and almost silent. Something Gojo is not too familiar with. Megumi never liked joining Gojo when he went out, according to him it takes too long.

“…Is this where you finally admit that you want to spend time with your ever-so-loving father?” Gojo boasts with a hand to his heart. Of course though, Gojo knows all too well that there must be a reason for his son to suddenly want to join and it definitely wasn’t to spend time with his dad.

Narrowing his eyes at the small boy, he probes further, “What’s the occasion?”

“…does there have to be a reason?” Gojo sends his son a questioning look, which causes Megumi to realise that his father knows him all too well. “I want to buy a Christmas present.” He quietly admits.

“Oh do you now? And for whom is this present for exactly?”

Megumi flusters at this as he wrings his hands together, “…for y/n”

Gojo smiles. It’s for the girl that he hasn’t been able to stop talking about - well, unknowingly that is. Ever since that kiss two years ago, he’s mentioned your name numerous times. So many times that it feels like Gojo practically know you.

Megumi always finds a way to include your name in things whether it being the food he’s eating coincidentally being your favourite, noticing a figurine advertised on tv which you happen to have a keyring of on your book bag, or how the laundry detergent reminds him of you every time you pass in the halls. Little things that he himself doesn’t notice he mentions but Gojo sure does.

Which led to where Megumi found himself now, trailing after the over-enthusiastic man to find the perfect gift for you. “I want it to be special” Megumi reminds the older male, sighing as he walks out from yet another store.

“Y/n must be special huh, the way you put so much effort into finding something special for her” Gojo stuffs his cotton-clad hands in the pockets of his winter coat as he slows down to match the steps of the gloomy looking boy, seemingly deep in thought.

“I’d be happy with a bag of Mochi honestly”

Megumi deadpans up at his father, “Good thing it’s not for you then huh” he pauses for a second before continuing in a smaller voice,

“I just-I feel… this just has to be different okay?”

Gojo just smiles down at the boy, a distant look on his face, knowing all too well what Megumi was feeling.

“Eight year old’s these days”

The next time Gojo saw you was at Jujutsu High, now 14 years old. Gojo hasn’t had the pleasure of teaching you at the school yet since you were placed in a separate class to Megumi, much to both of the boys dismay.

You and Megumi were sitting on a bench, clearly close with the almost non-existent space between the two. The way you two were laughing together at something the other said caused Gojo to slow to a stop. He couldn’t help but stare, a face of longing as he gazed at the two teenagers.

When was the last time he had seen Megumi laugh let alone smile? He couldn’t even hug Megumi without some sort of complaint along with a futile attempt at wriggling out of his hold.

Gojo couldn’t miss what he never had but he sure could hope, and damn the heavens; this was what Gojo had always hoped for, to see his son happy - he deserved to be happy.

Gojo was stood not too far away from where you both sat, unknowing of the emotional man staring.

That was until Megumi turned his head towards where the sorcerer stood. Megumi’s eyes widened, shock clear in his eyes at seeing his dad watching on.

Swiftly, Megumi makes his way towards him, “what are you doing standing there for?”

“Ah Megumi! Just reminiscing” Gojo greets his son, “I was just passing, got a meeting with the higher-ups, I’m probably late anyway” he scratches his head as he discreetly hides a paper bag, no doubt filled to the brim with sweets, behind his back.

“And you must be y/n!” Gojo says as you catch up with Megumi, now standing beside him. “The last time I saw you was when you kis-“

Quickly slapping a hand over the sorcerer’s mouth, Megumi was quick to interject, “kissed the ground! When I face-planted aha, remember that? Funny huh?”

Gojo just smiled behind the boy’s hand, deciding he’s teased him enough.

Although he doesn’t fail to notice the silver necklace around your neck. The same necklace he and Megumi went to look for as a ‘Christmas present’ for you. You still wear it, six years later.

A few months went by after that, Gojo had been patrolling the dorm hallways making sure everyone stayed where they were supposed to instead of sneaking off when he suddenly collided with a small figure barrelling their way down towards the girl’s dorms.

Looking down he was met with your worried eyes, “I’m so sorry sensei! I know it’s past curfew- I was held up but I’m on my way to my room now!” You rushed out.

Gojo shines up into a smile right away, clearly happy to see you, “Ah L/n~ Don’t worry about it, I’m no prude like that old man” he waves off.

As he says this Gojo looks down to see a plastic bag you were holding in your right hand. Noticing where his stare was directed you offered an explanation, “I went to buy some things I was running out of in my fridge, I was held up in a queue which is why I was running behind curfew”

Breaking out into a wide grin, Gojo more than happily replies, “Ah you really are wife material! It makes me so happy that my little ‘Gumi finally has someone he likes this much, honestly he’s starting to give me a headache with the amount of times you’re brought up” Gojo jokes but stops as soon as he catches the expression on your face.

“Megumi likes me?”

Gojo, by reflex, slaps a hand over his mouth. He really thought that Megumi had already told you. Something he expressed he was going to do one night weeks ago.

“Ah… so I see he didn’t tell you”

That night Gojo paced his friend’s room (or so that’s what Gojo calls him), waiting for the dreaded sound of a notification to pierce straight through his heart.

“Sit down”, came the bland tone of a certain blond, “worrying won’t solve anything”

“Maybe if I circle fast enough I can create my very own whirlpool which’ll suck me in, never to be seen again”

At this, Nanami placed his newspaper neatly on his coffee table before leaning over to grab the nearly forgotten cup of coffee. “This shouldn’t come to a surprise to Megumi, you can never keep your mouth closed”

“You know what, you’re right Nanamin! I’m not worried-why should I be? This was meant to be weeks ago-weeks, how was I to know any different?”

“So the fact that your phone is practically vibrating off the table doesn’t worry you?” Nanami hides his smug smile behind the rim of his mug.

Virtually diving for his phone Gojo rushes to open the message, prepared for the worst,

“I guess the letter was good news?” Nanami asks from the smile Gojo has plastered on his face.

Winter came later that year, Gojo was inside straying away from the cold outside. Opting to gather more wood the rack near the back door he caught a glimpse of something whizzing passed the window before hearing a muffled ‘hmph!’

Peering through the window Gojo caught sight of Megumi lying on his back with a face full of snow, making no movement to get back up.

“Oh my god, Megs! Are you okay? I’m sorry!” Gojo heard the muffled laughter of his son’s girlfriend as you made your way over to lend a hand.

This didn’t quite work in your favour though, soon joining the boy on the snow covered ground and laughter filling the air, “I am now that you’re down here”

Not even the sun on this beautiful morning was shining as much as the smile on Megumi’s face.

Just like before, Gojo stared off, a peaceful smile on his face. This was definitely more than just puppy love.

He knew from there on that Megumi would be okay, as long as he’s with you.

—

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I saw this pic of baby megumi on Pinterest and I couldn’t help myself ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

# - 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 📍

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : waking up the morning after a drunken sex filled night, you decide it wasn’t enough and Gojo’s certainly not complaining

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : teen!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : smut

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : character description, unprotected sex, cumming inside, oral (male receiving), somnophilia??

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : I don’t know how I got here

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Y/n rolled over sleepily, stretching with her arms above her head and eyes barely open. Thin rays of light streamed through the blinds in her bedroom window, it seemed to be mid-morning already. Arching her back and stretching once more, she kicked the tangled blankets away from her feet and turned to look at the man lying next to her.

His face was buried in the pillow, but that did nothing to hide his overgrown white hair, fair lashes, and full lips. At 6'3" his feet dangled off the end and his right arm nearly reached the floor as his sprawled haphazardly across her bed. He lay on his stomach, hiding his smooth, well muscled chest. Her eyes followed the smooth curve of his back, surveying his body from top to bottom and instantly making her wish that she could return to the night before.

As college students, they had seen each other in class and around campus, but never really gotten to know each other. Pushed together by mutual friends, they had been out on a casual date, and both had a few too many drinks. When he insisted on walking her home, she insisted on inviting him in. When Y/n stumbled trying to walk up the stairs to her bedroom, he scooped her up and carried her. Her face pressing close to his neck, she began kissing him, and when they reached her room they had their arms locked around each other, groping each other and losing clothing in the process.

As Gojo kissed her naked body, he realized just how stunning she was. Her long brown hair fell to the middle of her back in slight waves, her brown eyes looked like melted chocolate; her lips were smooth and soft. Her body was even better: at 5'4" she was much shorter than he, but her unique curves were amazing, a smooth stomach, ample hips, a nice round ass, and a great pair of tits, all spread out before him and just waiting to be touched.

Leaning over her, he bent down to kiss her, tasting the remains of her last cocktail. Lips pressed together, he lowered his body onto hers, the heat between them escalating with every racing heartbeat.

He groaned and rolled over. Y/n snapped out of her daydream, annoyed at herself for getting caught up the passion of the night before. She surveyed his body again, this time he lay on his back, still sprawled across her bed, but much more accessible, and she felt a growing need to wake him.

Carefully, she ran her fingers across his chest, hoping not to wake him. She moved her hands over his stomach and along his sides, rubbing gently, still no response from him, but she felt herself getting wet. Her hands found their way lower, slowly finding their destination.

He stirred a little, and she froze. His breathing returned to normal, and she continued to touch him, running her hand up and down his shaft, playing with him until he grew big and hard in her hand. His cock was incredible, long and thick and hard as a rock... she felt herself get more and more aroused as she continued to stroke him while he continued to sleep.

"This is amazing" she thought to herself, staring down at her own hand on his cock. She began to kiss his chest and slowly moved her way downward, over his stomach, past his bellybutton, until she could smell his musky scent and the tip of his cock was a mere inch or two away from her lips. She kissed the head, tasting him, before slowing sliding him into her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down, licking and sucking, teasing him... she didn't notice he was awake until she felt his hand on the back of her head. He groaned, pushing himself deeper into her throat, and she opened wider to accommodate his huge cock, he plunged deeper, and she took him as far into her mouth as she could, eagerly sucking and watching his face, contorted with pleasure. She moved her tongue, flicking it just a little, and suddenly she felt him buck beneath her before tasting his cum in hot spurts that she swallowed hungrily.

"Good morning," Y/n said, sliding her body up next to him again.

"Good morning, did you enjoy your breakfast?" Gojo teased.

"Very much," she replied with a coy smile.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her on top of him. She sat on his stomach, her perfect tits dangling in front of his face. She leaned over to kiss his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder. Y/n felt his hands on her hips, pushing her down his stomach, lower and lower. Surprised, she realized his cock was still hard and ready to go, even after he came so much in her mouth. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she could feel a trail of juices from where she had been sitting on his stomach to where she was now- poised over his cock.

"Want s’more?" he asked.

Y/n nodded, and lowered herself onto his shaft. She gasped as he filled her completely, and didn't have time to adjust before she felt him plunge into her fully. She felt her pussy tighten around him, wetter now than she had ever been before, leaking sweet juices all over his cock. Moving her hips, she began to ride him, sliding up and down on his cock, forward and back, grinding against him to stimulate her own clit. She had him pinned to the bed, her hands on his shoulders, as she felt her own oncoming orgasm. She thrust her hips into him, he raised his to meet her. Y/n gasped and moaned as she felt her pussy clamp down, releasing her own juices, as she felt the rolling wave of pleasure take her.

Satoru smiled, and rolled her gently onto her back. He knelt between her legs, his cock throbbing and coated with her juices. He thrust into her completely, feeling the smooth, wet pussy take him in. He knew he was ready to cum again, and slowed down, waiting for Y/n to recover. As his cock slowly fucked into her, she started to participate again, moving her hips to meet his. He knew she would be much more sensitive this time, and as soon as she began to move, he thrust in deeper. She moaned. He slid his cock out entirely, and plunged it back into her, she gasped, raking her fingernails over his back. He was almost on the verge of losing control.

He shoved his cock in and out of her slick wet pussy, thrusting faster and faster, deeper and harder, she was screaming and moaning beneath him, he felt his own pressure building, and with one final fast, hard, pump, he let go, shooting his hot, sticky load of cum deep into her soaking wet pussy. She screamed again, and he felt her pussy spasm, wracked by another orgasm, and they both collapsed in exhaustion.

Pulling up the blanket, Y/n snuggled with her lover, "Yes, that was definitely a good morning...”

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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰