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the fic ahead is only for 16+ minors!! do not interact if you're sensible!!

Cw:reader!death,crying,body holding,

❤💖ChosoX reader,Modern!AU,angst,death,fluff in death,realization(Choso),strangers to lovers(too late),body comparisons,apologising,regret

||just a memory||written by me

Choso sits back on the bed with a faint smile at the sound of your scoffing. He seems more relaxed now. He glances at his hands—the ones you’ve been trying to avoid looking at—and clenches them together in his lap.

Your eyes wander to your own hands. As expected: his hands are a lot larger than yours wich makes you blush a little bit.

He looks over at you and watches you shift in the chair. Choso wants to ask you why you keep avoiding looking at his hands, but he knows how strange it must appear to you if you’re unfamiliar with curses. He keeps his hands in his lap instead. When a long moment of silence passes, Choso feels compelled to ask you a personal question.

“How long has it been since you’ve had a good sleep?” he asks you out of the blue. Choso tries to make it sound like a casual inquiry, like he’s simply making small talk. But he genuinely wants to know.

"I uh what?" You asked confused "why are you asking me that?"

“Your eyes are a bit red” Choso explains. It takes effort for him to get the words out but he sounds concerned, not critical. “And you look like you haven’t slept properly in a while.”

"Well your corners of your eyes are red too" You said teasing,smirking but it was true that you haven't slept for a while and right now you felt drained almost deprived of you life energy.

Choso laughs quietly at your observation. He doesn’t take it as an insult. In fact, he finds you cute for finding something to match with his eyes.

He raises an eyebrow at you.

“That was a good comeback” he admits.

You feel very tired but you don't dwell on it,you just think it's just tiredness from lack of sleep but you can't take rest aither since you can't help your own anxiety.

So you stood up walking outside the room lighting a sigarette, feeling like as if you're time was running out but couldn't explain why, so you just decided to sit on the porch without telling Choso about your worry,he was a curse afterall and you a human 'it could never work out' you tought at yourself.

Choso watches you leave the room and walk outside, feeling a bit strange that you’d choose to sit alone instead of coming to him when you’re feeling upset. But he supposes you needed space, which is perfectly understandable.

Feeling as though he’s intruding, he lies back on the bed and pulls the covers up to his neck. As he does, he can't help but notice the cigarette in your hand.

"You know Choso" You said pausing for a second "you aren't a bad curse afterall"

The cigarette continued to burn in your hand as the smoke dispersed in the cold air of the night.

Choso is taken aback by your words as he stares at the ceiling. The idea that a human might think so highly of him doesn’t even cross his mind. He turns on his side the matress crackling under his weight and watches you. “What makes you say that?” he asks. It’s a genuine question, not a challenge.

Choso waits for a response, but you stay quiet and simply stare off at the stars and smoke your cigarette. He watches you for a long moment, taking in your expression and the way you’re looking at the sky. “You know that you can tell me anything you’re worried about” Choso says softly. “I won’t judge you.”

After some time waiting for a reply , Choso realizes that your cigarette has fallen to the floor, your breath has completely stopped, and your eyes are no longer focused on the stars. He watches you carefully, worried that something is wrong, but you don't move. He slowly gets out of bed and walks over to you, unsure of whether you're still breathing. He touches your shoulder lightly and waits for your body to stir, but when it does not, he realizes something is very wrong. Without hesitation, he kneels at your side and presses his ear to your chest.

It takes only one moment to realize that you're no longer alive. Choso's breath catches in his throat and his body freezes. His eyes water as he reaches down to check your pulse, hoping and praying that you are still breathing, that this is only some cruel nightmare. But your body and your eyes tell the cruel truth. You are not breathing.

Choso's legs start to shake as he accepts what happened. Tears stream down his face, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. He covers his mouth with his hand to stifle a deep cry as he sits beside your body on the ground, staring into your half-open eyes and holding back sobs. He stays like this for a while, not sure what to do or who to tell. A part of him is in denial, another part of him is numb with shock, and a final part of him is overcome with grief.

Even in death, your tiny hands still tug at his heartstrings. They are much smaller than his, with slender fingers and pale, dainty skin. He never got the chance to hold yours as you were taken too early, but he wants to now. Your warmth has long since faded, but he craves the feeling of holding your tender hands, cherishing them forever. He gently places his much bigger hands over yours, taking comfort in feeling your skin.

He remembers the times when he'd tried to hold your hand and how you always shyly avoided it. He doesn't know why it mattered so much to him. Your frail frame is the antithesis to his large, muscular one. Compared to you, he is a behemoth. He takes in the sight of your tiny body, how pale and delicate you are, and how delicate your hands were. But despite how small and fragile you looked, you were not weak by any means. Your eyes showed strength and your will power was unmatched.

It's sobering to see your body next to his, how frail and fragile it really was. Choso can almost picture you standing next to his towering frame, looking up at him with a small, delicate smile while he's a whole head taller than you. The size difference suddenly hits him and he is overcome with grief, realizing that he would never see you stand at his side again.

While he's overcome with grief and sorrow, he can't help but continue to caress your body. The shape of your body is so tiny and petite. It's as though you were made of the most delicate glass, and he fears that one wrong move will shatter you. He runs his hand across your forearm and up to your shoulder. He feels the delicate fabric of your clothes brushing past his fingertips and the warmth of your skin.

Choso's fingers are gentle as they caress the outline of your small body. The touch is tender, almost intimate, as if he has no desire to break or destroy you. He is delicate and painstakingly careful, wanting nothing more than to preserve this fragile form that you once inhabited.

Your skin feels so soft, like delicate porcelain. Choso's fingers brush tenderly along your limbs, trying to comfort himself and take some modicum of solace in the small gesture. He knows you’re gone and can no longer feel his touch, but the warmth of your skin still lingers. Despite your frail body looking so small and fragile, it feels heavy on his heart.

As he strokes your hair, Choso thinks back to what could have been. He imagines himself holding your hand tightly, bringing you home and making dinner while you unwind from a hard day. He imagines holding you tightly against his chest as you bury your head on his shoulder and fall asleep. He imagines taking you to the places you enjoyed going just to see you happy. But it’s too late. He starts to sob softly.

“I’m sorry” Choso whispers as he wraps his arms around your body. He is full of grief and sorrow and pain, and he can't stop the tears from falling. He cries silently, wishing he could turn back the clock or find some way to bring you back. He wants nothing more than to hear your heart beat again, feel your touch, or smell your hair. He would do anything to see you smile again, even if it’s just for a moment. But he can’t.

Choso’s grip on your small hands is tight, and even in death, he can't bring himself to let go. He stares at them for a long moment, hoping that somehow they will move again. As the tears fall from his eyes, they drop onto your skin, landing in the palm of your still hand. He is overwhelmed with guilt and regret, wishing that he’d held them more while you were still alive.

“Please forgive me” he moans softly, wanting to scream at the world for taking you away from him. “I should have told you how I felt, or held you close while I had the chance. I wish I could have just one last moment with you. I should have treated you better. I’m so, so sorry”

His voice breaks with each apology, as he can't help but feel guilt and remorse. He blames himself for not loving you the way he should have and for being unable to prevent the tragedy. Choso rocks himself back and forth in a fruitless attempt to escape his sorrow as he clings to your body. His face is wet with tears and his heart pounds painfully against his chest. His mind is a mess of thoughts and emotions that he struggles to make sense of.

“Please come back" he whispers. “Please wake up and forgive me for not being the person you wanted me to be” He continues to cry as he holds you against his chest, his lips pressed against your cold skin. “I can’t live without you,” he says, his voice breaking. “I need you with me—I need you to hold me, to tell me everything is going to be okay, to make everything good again. I don't know what to do without you.”

Choso sobs harshly, unable to contain his emotions any longer. He pulls you even closer and holds you tightly against his chest, hoping that somehow you will still be able to hear him even though your body is no longer functioning. "I need you" he whispers, his voice cracking and choking with sadness. "I need your touch, your voice, your smile. I need us to go back to the way things were before. Please don't leave me, not like this"

Choso wakes up with a deep ache in his heart, as if he had really lost you. He stares at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that have filled his eyes. He had dreamed of you, of holding your hands, loving you, losing you. It was painful and heartbreaking, but at the same time, comforting. Even though it is just a memory, he is still relieved to be alive. As he processes his emotions, he can't help but feel his life has been hollowed out without you.

A tear slips down Choso's cheek and he sits up slowly, his stomach twisting in knots at the thought of being alone. He doesn't want to admit it, but he misses how he could lean his head back against you, trust that you'd catch him without needing to ask. He misses how your scent filled his senses and made him feel safe. He misses having someone to talk to, even if it was just about the weather or what to eat, without feeling judged.

Choso thinks back to how he had felt during the brief moments he had shared with you. That peaceful warmth in his heart, the joy he felt just by being in your presence. He thinks about how his eyes had followed your every move, how his heart beat quickly whenever you were close to him, how his breath hitched and his heart pounded hard when you smiled at him. Choso realizes that he was truly in love with you and still is, even though you had been taken from him.

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Yello yello thanks 4 reading,and sorry if this was long but I felt in the moment while writing this.

Probably you at me after finishing reading:

I'm only thinking about Choso with puppies and teaching at them to respect eachother like he will do with his own.

So when the lil puppy brother "mistreated" his lil weaker puppy sis Choso picks him gently pointing at him saying "be nice to your sister" and the pup growled softly scrunching his lil muzzle yawning.

Here's the drawing of the idea :)

the fic ahead is only SFW 16+ 😉

Featuring Choso and Gojo with different reaction at reader in neck biting.

Cw: a bit of moaning,sfw,couple stuff,neck biting/sucking,sexy movements😏,suggestive dialogues,inexperienced reader.

Also in advance sorry for mistakes I'm writing this at 6:35 am

“You’re so small” Choso murmurs. His voice is so soft you’re not even entirely sure he’s talking to you. But the way his eyes are zeroed in on you tells you that you’re the source of his intrigue. He seems like he’s going to add something but instead he just continues studying you.

"I'm not small..." You grunted a bit blushing and when you eyes fell on Choso neck you felt the urge to bite it but looked away resisting.

Choso doesn't correct you this time because he's a bit preoccupied with the way you keep avoiding eye contact. When he notices you glance at his neck, he tilts his head to the side, slightly exposing more of its flesh. It's pretty smooth skin, aside from a slight crease running down the center of his neck. If you tried hard to resist that urge to bury your teeth into him, you could probably use your lips to leave kisses allover him. He's just begging for it.

You covered your mouth making a distressed sound looking away as you felt your need to bite his neck increasing and your heart started beating faster.

Choso's breath hitches when you cover your mouth, although it's a bit difficult to tell if it's from excitement or surprise. When you look away, he feels the urge to gently bring your chin back up and make you look him in the eyes. He notices the way you're breathing and how your heart rate has picked up, and it's enough to make him consider leaning over to finally have that bite on the neck he's been hoping for.

Choso shifts position, resting his hands across his legs, and the movement pulls the hem of his shirt down just enough that the neckline is now revealed. When you glance at his neck again, the urge to nibble on it increases tenfold. Choso's gaze is heavy, but he's doing his best to hide the way his pupils are already widening. When you stare too long, you see his breath quicken and his chest begin to rise and fall slightly faster.

Then finally you couldn't resist anymore and lunged towards him biting his neck and sucking licking were you bited.

Choso's eyes widen and his breath catches, but he doesn't dare move, hoping you'll actually keep biting him. He can feel the pressure of your teeth biting into his flesh, and his breathing is becoming shallow while his other senses fill with the tang of your breath. He tries to stop himself from reacting and ruining it, but when he feels your tongue licking the spot you bit him on, his breath hitches again, and he shivers.

"Sorry I can't help myself ,your neck is so inviting" you muffled out as you kept going.

“No need to apologize” Choso mumbles, the way you’re biting down is causing him to groan softly in pleasure. He leans back on the bed to give you more space to do.. whatever it is you want to do with your mouth on him. He’s finding it difficult to stay still, especially with the way you’re using your tongue on the spot you bit him on.

“Please.. continue” he lets out a breathy laugh while his eyes are closed. He relaxes even further and lets his head fall back with a moan, feeling your tongue swirl and tease his skin. This feels too damn good.

“Is it.. just my neck you want?” Choso asks as his breath catches in his throat, almost sounding like a choked gasp. He reaches up and tugs slightly at the back of your shirt, wanting to bring you closer so he can feel your breath and tongue on other places of his body.

Now that you think about it you never tought of going...over than neck biting so it catches you by surprise.

As much as Choso has enjoyed having you nibble on his neck, the soft skin of his collarbone and shoulders calls to you even more. He pulls gently at your shirt again, wanting to feel your mouth and tongue on other places as well. "Please.. I want.." He starts to say, then trails off, not entirely sure what he wants. All he knows is that your tongue feels too good, and he'd be an idiot if he didn't do everything in his power to keep you using it like that.

"I don't I never did something like that other than kissing..." Your voice was strained and feeble as your body was shaking with excitement and fear.

"Please.." he manages again, his voice is more of a husky whisper now. "Just.. do whatever you want.." His fingers are still curled loosely around the fabric of your shirt, waiting for your decision. When he senses your hesitation, he pulls more firmly at the shirt, trying to encourage you to move closer to him. He can't help it—all he wants to do is feel your tongue on more than just his neck.

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That's all for now sorry guys I need to sleep I will post part 2 of Gojo reaction goodnight (its 7:18 am)

Literally me while writing all this:

|| I'M A DAD?|| written by me ☆~♡~◇

Choso x pregnant reader.

Plot: You tell Choso that you're pregnant and decided to take care of the baby.

CW:vomiting,labour pain,screaming,groaning,anxiety,harrowing experience.

Tags-pregnancy,pregnancy pain,lots of cuddles,fluff,Choso being Choso,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload,you might cry too.

Very long writing 💧

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@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

Choso was waiting outside the bathroom door wondering why you were taking so long before knocking gently on the door "Uh yeah..just a sec hon" you said before vomiting again

The sound of your gagging hits Choso like a punch to the gut. Immediately he's by your side, holding your hair back with one hand and stroking your back nervously with the other. "Hey... It's okay... Take your time..."

A bit of tears run down your eyes as you felt like shit,your body was pale and trembling and your stomach hurted,you wanted to tell him that you were pregnant but didn't know how

Meanwhile your boyfriend is completely focused on you, looking at your face and your trembling body with pure concern. There's an instant feeling of protectivity that floods his mind as this sudden change has affected you harshly.

You can see he's fighting every urge to try to take away the pain by embracing you tightly, but he knows he can't. So instead, he strokes your back and keeps saying encouraging words. He tries his best to comfort you with whatever way he can, though he's not quite sure what else he could do to help.*

"I'm pregnant" You said with a feeble voice

The moment you say those words, he's immediately taken by surprise, feeling his heart skip a beat at the thought of being a father.

"You're pregnant?" He asks, his voice a mix of both shock and happiness. It's obvious he felt many things at once, but he doesn't even care about his own feelings right now. He only wants to make sure that you're doing okay and doesn't want you to suffer alone.

You nodded as you indicated the pregnancy test on the sink

He looks over to them pregnancy test on the sink and his shock begins to turn into happiness and disbelief as he processes what is happening.

"You mean... You're pregnant... We did this?" He asks, almost as if he can't quite believe it himself. His expression softens and he wraps his arms around you, gently hugging you close to his chest. His voice has this quiet wonder to it, and there's this light shine in his eyes that you haven't really seen before.

"You're not mad?" You asked looking at Choso worried

"Mad?" He shakes his head. "Why would I be mad?? I'm so happy!"

He pulls you closer to him, squeezing you tightly. You can tell he's feeling overprotective and want to ensure that nothing will harm you both. The baby bump is nowhere to be seen yet at this early stage, but he wants to hold on to you and protect you with all his might already.

"I would never be mad about something as wonderful as this..." He says in a low voice as he smiles widely. You can see that all his worries and anxieties have disappeared suddenly as he wraps his arms tighter around you from behind, holding you close to him. His expression looks genuinely happy now, the joy written all over him. He's clearly not unhappy about this pregnancy.

"I think this is great... I mean..." He says, his hands now resting along your sides, holding you tightly. He pulls you in even tighter to him now and lets out a low, delighted chuckle. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He says excitedly as he continues smiling. You can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes against you now.

"And I'm gonna be a parent" You said stroking your stomach lovingly.

"Yes..." He says, still smiling widely. There's such genuine joy in his eyes now. His hands still rest on your sides, but are now softly caressing you. You can almost feel the amount of care and affection he has for this unborn child and this feeling warms you up inside as he continues stroking your stomach.

And the months pass, the both of you slowly preparing for the baby's arrival. Choso takes part in this process, accompanying you on doctor appointments and doing his best to make sure everything is going well with the pregnancy. The feeling of being on this journey together is a fulfilling one, and his love and concern for the unborn child is obvious.

Your stomach has visibly grown and Choso's affection was still as strong as ever. At every chance, he'd be constantly stroking your stomach lovingly. Sometimes, he'd even kiss your belly softly or whisper words to the child that was growing inside you.

You'd sometimes be surprised by how much Choso already seems to love your unborn child, despite the fact that he/she hasn't even been born yet. He'd kiss your stomach every morning when you wake up, kiss it before going to bed, and even kiss it at times like during conversations on the phone. It's hard to deny that he's already very attached to the child growing inside of you.

Now you're at home together, the two of you sitting on the couch, watching TV. Choso is gently caressing your stomach as his fingers idly stroke it affectionately. This simple gesture already reveals the affection he has for the child inside of you. He also seems more than content just by being near you. You see this every day, him being content just by having your company and stroking your stomach lovingly. This moment is as calm and peaceful as can be.

Then you start to feel a weird sensation in your stomach. At first, you're not sure what it is. Then, the sensation becomes more apparent and you realize this is definitely some sort of movement. It feels like butterflies in your stomach before it becomes more pronounced, until you're sure you're feeling little kicks from your baby inside you.

At the sensation of your baby kicking inside you, Choso's expression changes instantly. His eyes become wide with wonder and he starts to smile widely. He leans forward towards your stomach and presses his ear against it, listening to the sound of your child moving in your belly. His hands reach for yours and gently take them in his own.

Immediately, this makes your heart skip a beat. After all, feeling your baby kicking inside you for the first time is a pretty memorable and amazing thing. You could probably see the same expression on Choso's face now as he begins stroking your stomach more vigorously. He's just as excited as you are about these sudden movements, his heart pounding with joy.

"What are you hearing?" You asked looking softly at your boyfriend

"I'm hearing... Our baby..." He says softly as his eyes become filled with warmth as well. The idea that this child is a real thing and that he and you have created it is enough to fill Choso's heart with joy. The sounds of the child moving inside you remind him of that reality and he finds it both incredible and precious. His voice is soft and gentle as he continues listening.

"They're moving a lot right now..." He says sweetly as his ear continued pressing against your stomach. He's smiling widely and seems to be enjoying his new role as a parent and your loving partner. He strokes your hand gently as he holds it, still listening to the faint sounds of your baby moving in your stomach. "Can you feel them too?" He asks, raising his head to look at you.

"Mhm mhm" You said sweetly feeling contented

He continues looking at you with a contented look as his other hand travels up and rests gently against your stomach at the exact place where your child is moving inside. "It's so... Amazing, isn't it?" He asks softly as his fingers trail along the shape of your baby, still listening for the movements. The whole process of your pregnancy and the creation of your child feels like a miracle to him.

You see his eyes are filled with nothing short of wonder and affection as he keeps listening. He leans his head back down, this time pressing his lips gently against your stomach. The idea that your baby is in there makes his smile brighter. His hands continue stroking your stomach in a small circle to feel a bit more of the movements. He genuinely seems to be enjoying this moment and it even makes him look even more charming than he already was.

After nine months of waiting, the moment you and your boyfriend have been anticipating finally arrives. It's the day you're going to have your baby and Choso is beside you, ready to support you during this process. He's holding your hand tightly as he waits anxiously by your side while the doctors and nurses prepare you for the delivery. The whole atmosphere in the room is filled with tension, but also excitement, as the doctors work hard to ensure everything goes well. Meanwhile, Choso continues keeping his hand in your own, keeping you safe and protected.

The hours pass by slowly as it's difficult to hold back your nervousness and anticipation. Eventually, the time comes when you're finally about to give birth. Things start to speed up as the labor pain hits, but Choso doesn't let go of your hand. Even when you grab his hand tighter, he doesn't flinch. You can feel his fingers squeezing back into yours as he keeps supporting you and encouraging you with his presence alone. The moment he sees you in pain, he gets uneasy. He really wants this to be over as quickly and painlessly as possible.

Choso's eyes widen as he felt your grip tighten on his hand. He becomes even more nervous when he sees you gritting your teeth from the pain and squeezing hard on his fingers. But he doesn't let this make him panic and he continues supporting you through it all. He looks at you with concerned eyes, his other hand rubbing your arm softly to try and comfort you. It's evident that he's worried about you and wants nothing more than for this to be over. You can feel his heartbeat getting faster while he looks at you nervously.

"Push,Y/n,push!" The nurse encouraged as you were planting and groaning anguished as you pushed with all your might gripping harder Choso hand

Choso is right there, right next to you as you push and he's watching closely. It's obviously a daunting thought to him to think that you're going through something so painful and he can't do anything about it. Every time he sees you in pain, he feels like crying. He's squeezing your hand tighter as you grip his, his nails digging into your skin as he continues rubbing your arm gently, trying to help you however he can.

You can't help but cry and scream in agony as you struggle to push the baby out. It's a harrowing experience, but Choso is right by your side throughout it all. He's holding on to you as tight as can be, trying to help comfort you in any way possible. His heart beats frantically every time he hears you scream, but he's still trying to stay strong for you.

Things start to get even more intense for both of you as your labor goes on. The doctor's instructions become more urgent as you're told to push even harder to get the baby out . You are experiencing so much pain, but Choso doesn't take a step back. He leans next to you and remains by your side, squeezing your hand tightly as he waits for this to be over.

"I can't...I can't" You finally said tired and exhausted,leaning your head on Choso forearm

He looks down at you with a concerned look. He's trying not to panic but his face is full of worry now. You can tell the pain you're in is breaking his heart and he's scared of what's happening. His other hand rubs along your cheek gently as he speaks. "Just a bit more... I know you can do this..." He says softly as you feel him squeezing your hand even tighter.

He can see the sweat glistening on your forehead and the tears on your cheeks. You look exhausted and in a lot of pain. He's completely focused on you now, his eyes glued to you with deep sympathy.

"Let's do it..." He says softly and leans down next to you. As you grip his hand even tighter, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You feel his breath against your neck as you're both pushing together now. His body is pressed right up against yours and he continues squeezing your hand tightly while you both support each other as you push together.

You push as hard as you can as you feel Choso squeezing your hand tightly and supporting you from behind. He's breathing hard now as the pushing becomes harder. This is the most stressful time for both of you but you can sense the strength of your bond as you work together to complete this task. You're now fighting on together.

You feel exhausted and overwhelmed after pushing hard and you just can't do it anymore. You lie back and close your eyes for a bit as your breath becomes labored. Choso's hands travel to your forehead and he strokes your hair gently. The movement of his fingers is comforting, soothing. He can hear your heart going faster than normal, but he stays calm and doesn't flinch at all. He keeps stroking your hair patiently, hoping it's helping you relax a bit.

You can feel the intense pain of the labor coming and going. In the moment when it's the strongest, you grab hold of his hand so tightly that your nails dig into his skin. His grip on you remains undaunted, though. He doesn't flinch or pull away, even now that you're gripping him so tightly. You can see that he's doing this for you, willing to bear through any pain if it means supporting you in this painful process.

Choso's eyes become wide when he hears you grunt from the pain. He squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he looks at you and watches you push. He's starting to feel powerless in comparison to your pain, as he can't do anything to ease it. You can hear the stress and worry in his voice when he speaks. His tone is soft and tender as he rubs the sides of your body. "Come on... Keep pushing. You can do it..."

"Ah amhn ah it nghn Ahh" you shouted whimpering breathing trough your noses as you pushed harder

Choso's expression is one of both fear and worry for you. Every single time you scream from the pain, his eyebrows raise and he grimaces, unable to hold back his own anguish. He feels the anguish with you, in this difficult ordeal that is supposed to bring joy to both of you. He grips your hand harder, his nails digging deeper into your skin, as he gives you words of encouragement to keep pushing. He can't bear to see you like this, but he knows that he must for the sake of your child.

You hear the doctor's encouraging words again "You can do it. One more push!" as he helps you push with all the strength you have left. You try to push as hard as you can. You don't have much strength left, but you use what you have to push the baby out as best as you can. You grunt and scream out loud as the pain comes in powerful, intense waves. You're exhausted and so close to giving up.

But just then the doctor calls out "I can see the head!" as he assists you and you hear him cheering you on. You know that means you're finally there, a lot closer to getting this baby out.

Everything becomes more intense as you push again, this time with even more strength than you thought possible.

You screamed gripping Choso hands hard almost hurting him as your body arched as you pushed

Choso grimaces when he feels you pinching him with your nails, but his grip on you is unbreakable. Your pain is his pain. The effort of pushing the baby out takes its toll on your body and your voice fills with agony every time you scream. Your body is pushing as hard as it can. You're sweating and exhausted from the amount of effort you're putting in to give birth. And suddenly, there's movement as the baby starts coming out of your womb. Your screams become louder and your body is exhausted as you push even harder.

Choso bites his lip and winces from the pain of the nail pinching, but he doesn't flinch and holds tight to you despite the pain. His grip is so tight that it almost feels like your hands are locked together. You're in this together and you both know that it's just the moment of truth. The baby's head finally comes out and the doctors all start yelling "PUSH" again, as they encourage you to keep going.

Your screams grow louder as the baby makes it out, the whole process being extremely painful and difficult. But you've made it this far, the end is near. You push one last time, as hard as you can, even though you never thought you would have been able to push more. But you somehow managed to find the strength you needed, and the baby slides out in one last push. The doctors are right there quickly wrapping the baby in blankets and checking it. Your body is drenched in sweat and your hair is soaked.

"My baby.." you said sobbing as you heard your baby wailing

It all finally felt worth it. As you lay there tired and exhausted, you hear that tiny voice and you see the doctors placing your baby in your arms. Your body is still shaking from the labor pain, and you've no thoughts about anything else aside from that perfect, beautiful child. You're still teary eyed, but you can't help but feel a warm smile on your face as you're finally able to hold your child. As the child stops crying, Choso leans over to see this miracle with his own eyes, his expression filled with awe and love.

You sobbed as you looks at your baby and then at Choso "I.. I.. made this..we.."

Choso's eyes are locked between you and your baby. He seems just as teary eyed as you are, completely awed and moved beyond words. When he finally manages to speak, he says softly... "We did."

Choso's lips form a soft and gentle smile as he leans close to you. He wipes away the tears that are still streaming down your face, his eyes filled with immense pride and affection. He finally manages to take in the beauty and complexity of the situation right before him, the two most important people in his life right here, in this moment.

Your baby is finally in your arms and you feel as if a weight has been lifted off you. And next to you is Choso, who isn't stopping smiling at you and his child. The tears don't stop streaming down your cheeks, but they no longer feel like sadness or pain, instead they're the tears of love and happiness. And Choso's eyes match yours, his eyes becoming watery with joy and affection for both of you.

"Do you wanna hold her?" you asked softly

Choso's heart seems to skip a beat as you ask him if he wants to hold his child. He hesitates for a second, his eyes glancing at the soft baby, and back at you. The look in his eyes is all the answer you already need. The next second, Choso is gently taking his child and holding it tenderly in his arms. His expression is of utmost contentment as he looks down at the tiny child sleeping peacefully, his hands gentle and caring as he holds it near his chest.

The baby seems so small in his hands, so helpless. But Choso takes care of her effortlessly, his arms cradling her lightly as he examines every inch of her body. He stares with awe as he watches her breathing and looks with satisfaction as he strokes her skin. The little child is so fragile and precious, and he takes in every detail with care and attention. Just the sight of her is enough to melt his heart and make him want to never let her go.

The sight melts your heart and you noticed Choso is sobbing quietly meanwhile looking at his baby

"What's wrong?" You asked

He looks up at you immediately, surprised. He thought he had managed to hide his tears but apparently, it was far too obvious. He tries to take a deep breath and compose himself before he can respond. "Nothing, I'm just..." His voice is choked as he chokes back his tears. "I'm just really happy."

"Choso..." you said looking at him as he hold her daughter tiny fingers with one of his

Choso is unable to hold back anymore as tears flow freely from his eyes. He's completely overwhelmed by the feeling of pure joy as his child is in his arms. He looks down at his fingers wrapped around hers, and he can't hold it in anymore. He breaks down and begins crying, his face buried into the soft blanket wrapping the child. His voice is cracked and choked with sobs. "She's so beautiful..."

Your tears mix with his, both of you overwhelmed with the emotions of this moment. It's true that giving birth is painful and exhausting, but looking at your crying boyfriend and your baby girl, nothing of it matters anymore. All that's important now is that your family is finally complete. And as if on cue, the baby lifts her head up and opens her eyes. She stares at both of you with a confused look, seeming a little overwhelmed by everything going on around her. Both of you smile as she seems to look directly at you. This one moment feels like eternity.

The three of you are locked in a stare for a couple of seconds. The baby doesn't really seem to grasp this whole situation yet, but she's clearly trying to. She makes a few baby noises, as if speaking is new to her. She's still completely stunned, not understanding this foreign world she suddenly appears in. But as she gazes at you with curious eyes, you can't help but stare back, your hearts overflowing with love. The three of you become so absorbed in this moment of mutual awe and affection, you might as well be the only people in the world.

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This was a bit longer than the Gojo one but I hope you enjoyed it 💕💕💕

☆I'm tired☆

some Choso blushing from this writing idea that i had

art made by me

BE CAREFUL WHO U TRUST

pairing: plug!kamo choso, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru × reader

wc: 5.5k

synopsis: running out of weed, you contact your dealer who couldn’t say no to you, his cute little regular, upon asking if you could pick some up. he might have forgotten to mention that he had his pals over at the meeting spot - an intimidating bunch of different personalities. as lawless as they all were, the opportunity just fell right into their hands when it was purge day.

genre/warnings: PURGE!AU, MODERN!AU, DARK CONTENT, NONCON/DUBCON, ANGST, drugs (marijuana), fear play, predator/prey, threesomes, praise, degradation, hairpulling, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampies, cum-eating, squirting, overstimulation, oral (f. + m. receiving), plug!choso, the rest are all somehow in the business as well, one mention of toji having a kid

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the buzzing of his burner phone was what pulled the sleepy man from his daze, making a pale hand retract the device from his baggy pants to stare at the bright screen. he ignored the curious glances of the men around him, thick eyebrow quirking up at the new text.

a text from his favorite buyer. he imagined your cute, talkative self, the way you’d almost childishly reach for the bagged buds as you handed him your money, getting too close for comfort every time, touches lingering longer than they had to. the innocent fluttering of your lashes against the apples of your cheeks would always make his breath hitch in his throat.

it seemed like today was his lucky day. he’d been busy thinking when he would see you again.

(y/n)

hey cho, are you at the hideout? please say yes, i ran out :(

choso hadn’t pegged you as the stupid type. you were smart, even went to college and all and were doing pretty good from what you’d blabbered to him, oversharing like you usually did.

were you not aware that it was the purge tonight? the warehouse was pretty soundproof - none of them would be able to hear if someone was getting murdered outside of the blinds right now - but you had to he home right now, experiencing the absolute chaos going on.

but then again, you were pretty careless. you didn’t take life too seriously. he guessed that you didn’t care about the night of the lawless.

on the other side, you were already getting ready to leave your place, when your phone lit up with a response from your dealer.

cho-cho

come to the usual spot

the heart you sent him made him breathe through his nose, rubbing the tattooed bridge of his nose as his eyes then wandered to the men distributed all over the warehouse, busying themselves with either packing up drugs, counting fat stacks of money, or just… dawdling away.

a loud sigh leaving the four-eyed blonde’s lips made another chuckle. “nanamin, loosen up a little, will you?,” the latter teased his underclassman, who only glanced at him from under his glasses in response, eyes stern and in no mood for jokes. “i am merely here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid and get yourself killed tonight, gojo.”

dark blue, sharp eyes wandered from his favorite thing in the world - that valuable, precious paper that could buy anything in the world, even happiness, he was convinced - to the blonde, head cocking to the side as scarred lips stretch into a grin. “if you’re so decent, then why’re you here?,” he drawled, making the man opposite to him handling the green, dried buds, snort in amusement.

“stop picking on nanami, guys.” a puff of an exhale made a long streak of black hair leave his forehead, as amber, narrow eyes darted over to a suspiciously silent choso, “is anyone coming?”

he nodded, before responding curtly, “college girl.”

the oldest of the bunch chuckled lowly as suddenly, the money didn’t seem that interesting to him anymore. that was a first.

“is she hot?”

it would take a person to reach a certain level of lunacy to get on a bike in this madness. not even that, but drive all the way to the outskirts of tokyo into a deserted industrial area where there were nothing but fields, more fields, and a whole load of eerie-looking factories.

on a night like this. purge night, to be exact.

well, it was the night of the craziest people in the city to let their creativity have its way. which was why it didn’t surprise you when a few purgers, masked or not, actually waved at you, hollering as you rode past them on your bike, zooming through pretty disturbing scenes of religious rituals and other things you’d rather not deal with:

as long as you’d make it back home in one piece, with weed to get you through your upcoming midterms, you would be fine. plus, seeing your absolutely fuckable drug dealer was always a bonus. you were a sucker for the sleep-deprived, socially awkward type.

maybe you’d make a move tonight. the thought made you giggle as you got off your bike, leaning it against the wall of the large building with countless storage rooms of all sizes in it. you wondered if there were people who stored corpses, human remains or other sick shit in them.

it wouldn’t be that surprising to you, judging by the twisted things happening in today’s world.

entering the building through the gates after scanning the QR-code at the entrance that choso had sent to you a couple of months ago when you’d first started buying from him, you listened to the abnormally high fences sliding close, the sound of them locking into place echoing across the open area introducing the first store rooms to you.

now you had to admit that you didn’t really like such quiet, empty places, especially when they were so spacious and seemingly never-ending. coming here never failed to make a chill run down your spine, and it wasn’t just from the anticipation of reuniting with some fantastic kush.

you weren’t quite the best with orientation when it came to this place -- a fucking maze, because the rooms all looked the same and the numbers didn’t help at all. so, with a frustrated groan, you dialed choso’s number, something he had gotten accustomed to at this point.

“sorry to call you, cho, i keep forgetting the number,” you murmured while pensively looking around, fingers of your unoccupied hand playing with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. it was a warm night, so you hadn’t bothered wearing anything other than the t-shirt and a skirt that wasn’t exactly long.

the sounds of him playing with keys and roller shutters opening could be heard both at the other end of the line, and from upstairs — right, that’s where he had his place. the sound of the shutter clattering until it reached the top of the room made you shiver, especially when it was followed by nothing.

you started sweating at how scary this whole scenery was. if choso wasn’t someone you trusted, you’d never even step foot into this place. only over your dead body.

a wave of relief washed over you upon rushing inside the storeroom after you basically sprinted upstairs. it was the first time you were that scared of coming here. perhaps it was related to what day it was today, you reminded yourself.

“i’m so glad—”

the remaining sentence that would voice your relief died down in your throat as you looked inside the room to peek two guys inside. and boy did their appearances make you shiver. the terrible, itching feeling under your fingernails was a dead giveaway that your body was screaming at you to succumb to your flight instinct.

besides, where the hell was choso? he was nowhere to be seen. hadn’t he just picked up your call?

“you’re glad about what, sweetie?,” came the voice of the ivory-haired man looming over your form as he appeared at your dead angle, slender finger swirling the keys of the place. soon enough, the second figure joined, legs of a chair screeching as he stretched his back from having hunched over the uncountable stacks of money for hours.

“the walking anemia was right.” his voice was deep and gravelly as dark blue eyes peered down at you. you hated yourself for thinking how devastatingly handsome he was. still, something about both of those men gave you an icky feeling that something was not right. the air seemed to be thick with mischief.

you didn’t question what he meant by that, only guessing that he had meant choso by that nickname. “where’s choso?,” you just asked, hoping to get a satisfactory answer, planning to just leave and come back another day instead if not.

the taller and younger of the two however, feigned offense at how you hadn’t even greeted the two. where were your manners? they had opened the roller shutters for you to take you in. if they weren’t so nice, they could’ve let you wait out there.

as the two exchanged a swift look, they both simultaneously thought maybe they should’ve done just that.

“cho had to go and deliver some weed to a friend,” the friendler one of the two mocked the nickname you'd used on the phone, as he pointed at the table behind himself to make your eyes wander to choso’s phone that laid there, “left his phone here and all incase his favorite girl called. seems like he knows you well, after all.”

what had seemed like a setup at first made much more sense now. choso had no idea what time you would be coming at, and of course he had other people he regularly dealt to. however, you still couldn’t help but be wary.

the man with the scar on his lips motioned for you to come inside. “don’t worry darlin’, we won’t bite,” he drawled with a lopsided grin tugging at his lips, while you still stood in-between freedom and the storeroom that reeked of your favorite weed. “make yourself comfortable until he comes back.”

choso would probably be returning anytime now, you thought to yourself.

abandoning the nagging feeling telling you not to, you offered them a tiny smile as you stepped inside, allowing the younger one to close the storage room again. you were pretty much trapped with them now.

it wasn’t that terrible. toji and gojo, as you’d found out were their names, were both really good-looking, and you couldn’t deny their charm either. they knew how to hold a conversation, asking to know more about you.

“a smart college girl, eh?,” toji smirked as he leered over at you from his favorite spot — where the money was, of course — while you took their friend’s seat in front of the marijuana buds. it was like heaven on earth. gojo who was leaning against the wall behind you couldn’t help but snicker at the way you gazed longingly at the packed goods.

you nodded halfheartedly, feeling your cheeks heating up at the attention you were getting. “who would think that a girl as sweet as you would be getting high every weekend?,” gojo added, his large palm finding your shoulder as you almost flinched in response. he leaned over, crouching down so his chin nearly rested atop of your head.

before you could pull down the hem of your t-shirt to hide more of your thighs from both men, toji beat you to it by clicking his tongue, setting both his feet in-between yours to spread them slightly as you yelped in surprise. he had a clear view of your panties now — a cute, baby blue pair with a ribbon on the front. the sight made his cock strain against his sweatpants.

he didn’t have the heart to tell you that he had been taking short glances at between your thighs to spot just a tiny flash of your undies the entire time. you were so oblivious, such a sweet, little thing.

“nuh-uh, that won’t do, honey.” he grinned, while you felt gojo’s second hand tracing over your neck and arms gingerly, leaving goosebumps in their wake as you couldn’t do anything but sit there and take it, having no chance against his strong legs kicking yours apart, “this is just to kill some time. you will love this.”

your quiet protests fell on deaf ears as gojo used one of his hands to keep you sitting against the back of the chair, while his other hand went lower, making your breath hitch as you squirmed. “n-no, i don’t—”, you struggled, panicking as your head whipped up to meet blue, amused eyes, “this is too much, please stop—”

“don’t listen to her, buddy,” toji smirked, and something told you that gojo wouldn’t have stopped even if the older man told him to. “keep goin’. wanna see that little cunt. you let choso hit it already?”

his question was directed at you, and you shook your head frantically. trying to push at the other man’s wandering hand proved itself to be fruitless as your eyes went wide when he effortlessly grabbed both of your wrists with his hand that had been holding you against the chair.

now you were fucked. metaphorically and figuratively.

“answer him, sweetie,” gojo taunted, nose dipping into the crook of your neck to linger there, taking in your sweet scent, “you don’t wanna make the old man angry.” toji scoffed at gojo’s words, “who are you calling an old man, you little shit?”

you were in the midst of their playful bickering, shaking and trembling like there was no tomorrow. if you didn’t act and try to do something, maybe there really wasn't going to be a tomorrow.

it was when gojo single-handedly unzipped your skirt and dipped his cold fingers underneath your cute little panties to cop a feel at your pussy that you started screaming. “no!,” you wailed, thrashing around, kicking your legs like crazy.

you managed to hit toji right on his shins, which must have hurt like crazy judging by the way he hissed and pulled his legs away almost immediately. in a moment of carelessness, you then reached over to bite into the back of the other man’s hand, making him gasp and let go of your hands.

“oh, you’ll so regret this, you little bitch.” toji laughed breathlessly as he hunched over to rub over his clothed shins, in visible pain, “stand up and fucking leave, then.”

he sounded so angry, and you didn’t want to know what would happen if you stayed. gojo was busy touching his hand, admiring the bite mark, unable to hide his grin. it was always the feisty ones who got him all riled up.

it couldn’t be that easy, you thought, but you still shot up from the chair to leap towards the blinds to twist the key, opening them. the second there was a gap big enough for you to duck under and escape, you did just that—

just to let out a screech when a pair of burly arms wrapped around you from behind to pull you back inside.

“and here i was thinking you were smart,” toji snarled into your ear, easily dragging your body back to where it was before. the key was twisted once again to make the blinds roll down, and you cried out in defeat. “you really thought you could run off like that, huh?”

you choked on air when you were slammed onto the table face-first, cheeks smushing against the stacked bills and the bags of weed, upper body pressing against the wooden surface. and for the first time in your life, the smell nauseated you instead of filling you with joy.

feeling lighthearted at your head colliding with the wooden table, you didn’t fight as much as you did before. you barely registered toji’s calloused palms harshly bunching up your skirt and pushing your panties aside, too angry to take them off, sobbing weakly when you felt something prodding at your hole.

opening your eyes, you saw the blurry figure of toji behind you, having pulled down his sweatpants and rubbing his cock up and down your slit, getting off to your pathetic cries.

“no, i—”, you protested, “i’m not feeling good, i…” you wanted to throw up. you should have never left your house. fuck the weed, fuck choso, fuck everything—

ironically, the only thing getting fucked in this story was you.

it felt like you were a virgin all over again when toji inserted himself inside of you impatiently, thick girth splitting you open in ways you wouldn’t have thought were humanely possible. at least he spat down on your pussy before going in. not that it made any difference with how huge he was.

your legs tried to shut themselves as a pain response, but the harm had already been done. he was buried to the hilt inside of you, balls resting snugly against your ass as he adjusted your body to his liking before starting an animalistic pace.

when another figure appeared in your peripheral vision, light hair and eyes, you cursed your luck. how had you forgotten about gojo? a pained moan left your lips when he took ahold of your head, guiding it towards the edge of the table where he was standing.

toji was feeling generous enough to help you out by bunching up your hair in his big palm to keep your head up, because you were feeling too weakened to do so yourself. his thrusts still remained vicious as your hips hit against the edge of the table in a bruising way every few seconds.

it was an uncomfortable, painful position, but neither of the two showed any regard to that, and you soon felt the same fingers that had tried to violate you opening up your mouth, rubbing some of your saliva between your lips that were puffy from crying already.

“hope you don’t mind if i borrow your pretty lips for a few.” he chuckled, hastily taking his already hard cock out of its confines to guide it towards your mouth, smearing salty precum all over your lips, “open up wide, sweetheart.”

your mouth was already open, so you had no choice but to accommodate to his cock intruding your hot cavern. it laid heavily on your tongue, and your throat constricted around it, making toji let out a pleased grunt from behind you.

“shit, keep tightening around me like that and i’ll end up nutting inside,” he chuckled, “just kidding. ‘m in no mood for another brat.” gojo laughed at his terrible joke while you were in disbelief about how that man was a father, having no time to be terrified as gojo started a few experimental thrusts into your mouth, soon getting lost in the way your lips felt around his dick.

he couldn’t contain himself for much longer as he started fucking into your throat, relishing in the gurgling and gagging sounds coming from you every time his tip kissed the back of it.

while your taste buds were taken over by the taste of gojo’s dick, you could feel toji all over your body, in every single cell. it felt like he was fucking his way up to your very lungs.

you were sure you were going to feel and taste the two even weeks later.

your body had by now grown accustomed to the pain, replaced by a faint pleasure. it was humiliating how your arousal started dripping down your thighs, and you never hated your body more for it.

“thaaat’s it, keep going baby.” gojo moaned lowly, balls slapping against your chin as drool dribbled from your mouth, “i love messy head. you’re a natural.” you didn’t know if it was a genuine compliment or an utter insult. not that you cared anymore at this point.

the groans of pleasure and getting close to your climax sent vibrations straight to gojo’s length and his abuse on your poor throat only seemed to get worse at that.

toji was not any better, pulling your hair so harshly that you could almost feel your scalp getting ripped off. the way his cock pounded into you had you seeing stars, never in your life had you been fucked so ruthlessly before. you weren’t sure if you’d ever be a fan of rough sex after this.

“‘m close, j-just a little—,” gojo panted, wide, crazed eyes zeroing on your innocent, glassy ones and his cock disappearing inside your little mouth over and over again, “gonna cum down your throat. to avoid a mess.”

you couldn’t object, you weren’t sure you would even if you could, because you’d rather just swallow it and have it gone rather than to be forced to clean it off your face afterwards.

both options sucked significantly when the person cumming had forced you into it and gave you no choice.

“‘m cumming on this sweet ass,” toji announced, feeling that he wouldn’t last much longer either by the way you kept tightening around him, “c’mon, let go for me, dollface.”

that’s all it took for the coil in your gut to snap, making waves of white take over your vision. with your body twitching uncontrollably, your fingernails dug into a few yen bills, crumpling them up beneath your clammy palms as you wailed against satoru’s cock, that soon stilled to release ropes of his hot seed down your tonsils.

the sensation of more cum to spill, just from another man, and onto the globes of your ass, made you get back to your senses, although drowsily. husky groans and profanities spilled from toji’s mouth as he emptied himself on your backside as if you were some hooker.

their actions made you feel like one. the emptiness you felt as they slid out of your mouth and your pussy made you feel like one, too.

“there you go, sweet cheeks.” toji’s cum-stained fingers shoved themselves into your mouth, making you eat his cum. at least he was nice enough to wipe it off your ass. when his digits plopped out of your mouth, he adjusted your panties and skirt, patting your pocket shamelessly. “now, we’re leavin’. that guy’s takin’ too long. i have better things to do.”

you barely registered the two pushing you out of the storage room as they prepared to leave. they grabbed their stuff, gojo blowing you a raspberry kiss while toji squeezed your hip. “can’t wait to see you again,” the former giggled, and the two really, seriously walked off after the shutters clattered to the ground.

when it all came crashing down, you were reduced to a sobbing, whining mess, lowered onto the floor in front of the closed storeroom as you hugged your knees to your chest.

you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. you didn’t even have any more energy to be riding home on your bike.

“are you okay, gorgeous?”

your entire body froze at the silky voice, head whipping up to look at who was standing there. your tear-filled eyes noticed two men standing in front of your broken-down body, one smiling down at you, and the other just… staring.

your instincts told you to beg them for help, comfort, which you did. your arms shot up to grab onto each of the mens’ legs, crying helplessly in front of them. you felt pathetic.

“p-please help me,” you hiccuped hoarsely, missing the way the blonde’s shaded eyes wandered to your bare, bruised legs, “they h-hurt me. please help—”

it was the one smiling at you who crouched down to caress your face softly, shushing your cries, amber eyes mirroring nothing but kindness. he was so nice that you couldn’t help but succumb to his following words.

some people never learn.

“hey, it’s okay,” he comforted you, “don’t worry, alright? you’re safe.” the blonde nodded, adjusting his glasses as you looked at him. “we won’t harm you.”

blame it on your own impaired judgement to trust strangers, or anyone wandering across cursed places like this storage room. you should’ve known they were up to no good when they helped you up, holding you against the wall.

“where did they hurt you?,” the man with his hair up in a messy bun asked, warm fingers trailing from your teary face to caress your jaw, “and who did?”

the blonde just awkwardly stood next to you, having given you a handkerchief you used to pat your tears dry, which did comfort you a lot. at least the two weren’t as shameless as the other two had been. they really wanted to help you.

by now, your crying had subsided significantly, only reduced to soft sniffles and occasional hiccups.

“t-two big guys… one of them had a scar across his lips, dark hair…,” you described, still shivering from what had happened to you, “the other had ivory hair and light blue eyes-”

the man with studs in his ears hummed, his frown deepening as he never stopped caressing your face. you didn’t really want to be caressed at a time like this, especially not by a stranger, but you weren’t going to say anything.

they were so nice, after all. you didn’t want to be an ungrateful bitch.

“what did they do?” it was the first time the blonde with defined cheekbones spoke, voice stoic just like his facial expression. you diverted your eyes from his shaded eyes. “t-they…”

his friend understood, nodding pityingly. “nanami,” he said, which made the blonde’s ears perk up, “do you know what makes a woman feel better?”

nanami’s arched eyebrows quirked up, and he took a few seconds to process the question. then, his face tensed up. “you mean that?” the dark-haired man nodded. “yes. once i’m done, you can have her.”

you didn’t have any time to react when the narrow-eyed man got down on his knees, facing your clothed cunt. “w-what-,” you stuttered, trying to back away, if only there wasn’t a cold brick wall behind you.

“shh. you said it hurts, right?,” he mumbled, eyes wandering from your trembling thighs to your grief-stricken face, his smile ever-present. now, his face made you feel uneasy and did nothing to comfort you. “i’m making up for what those bad men have done to you.”

he wasn’t aggressive as toji had been, no, but he was still vile enough to ignore your pleas to stop, being dead set on tasting your sweet, abused cunt. so he did. he groaned loudly, uncaring of how his sounds echoed across the hollow halls of the storage room place, getting lost in your tasty nectar.

it was almost sickening to him to get so hard at the thought of you having gotten defiled by his two friends minutes before. he wondered who had you first. had you cried a lot while they fucked you senseless, did you put up a fight? or were you just blank and took what they had given you?

a lot of questions swirled in his head, but he was concentrating on letting his tongue explore all your sensitive spots, greedily slurping up the excessive juices the two had missed to taste.

if gojo and toji were going to brag about how you felt, then geto would muzzle them by saying he made you cum on his tongue.

“nanami, you can make her feel good too, y’know?”

his and gojo’s junior from their high school days was as stiff as ever, trying to ignore his dick tenting painfully against his slacks.

when his eyes found your pretty, swollen lips, he captured them in a kiss. it surprised you when he did, swallowing up all the sinful sounds leaving your body, and you jumped when his hands found their way under your t-shirt to palm your breasts through the bra.

“take it off her,” geto spoke into your pussy, making you twitch as his voice sent vibrations straight to your organ. nanami broke the kiss to pull your t-shirt over your head, ignoring your weak whines and the shakes of your head. your bra soon followed, falling to the ground with a soft thud.

his mouth was on your tit in a split seconds, his hand massaging the other in order not to leave it neglected. he swirled his hot tongue over your hardened nipples, biting down and squeezing as you shrieked in pain.

simultaneously, geto was getting more passionate as his teeth grazed over your clit, biting down on it. it hurt like hell, and you felt a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face. the tears those two had dried up minutes ago.

“please, i—”, you pleaded hoarsely, trying to move your body away, because something was coming, and it wasn’t just an orgasm, “i can’t! ‘s too much-”

it was too much. that was proved once again when one more flick of a tongue against your clit, and nanami biting down even harsher on your nipple made you wail and thrash as you sprayed all over geto’s face.

nanami stopped toying with your breasts, watching how you cried as you squirted and squirted without an end in sight. he had never seen such a thing in real life. it had always seemed so surreal to him whenever he saw it happen in porn.

you felt on the verge of passing out, unable to really take notice of geto’s face drawing back from your poor cunt, chin, cheeks and nose drenched in your juices. he wiped his face to lick your essences off, groaning at the taste.

he didn’t miss the way nanami had stared down in fascination as you squirted. and as a good friend, he had to support him.

“you wanna make her squirt too?”

not long later, nanami had you pressed against the wall, skirt once again bunched up to your waist, as he fucked into you from behind. his large palms were kneading your tits and his warm breath hit the side of your neck whenever his hips snapped into yours.

geto was using one of your hands to get him off, having his hand placed over yours to rub himself harder and faster — he didn’t really blame you for not being that enthusiastic, given that you seemed really exhausted, so he helped you.

he was nice, after all. he was making up for how much the others had tired you out.

“are you sure you want to stain your expensive suit, nanami?,” he teased his junior, who only grunted with a nod while jackhammering into you with precision. each of his thrusts were calculated, and although he wasn’t as rough as toji, he fucked you breathless.

geto then hummed at nanami’s dedication, slender fingers reaching over to toy with your clit, as a yelp tumbled from your sore throat. “no, i can’t, i can’t,” you babbled, which only made geto tut.

“sure you can, pretty,” he breathed, your objections only making him help you palm his cock harder. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you reached one more high, jaw going slack as you felt everything below you going wet once again.

nanami groaned deeply when you stained the front of his pants, and after a few more strokes, he pulled out to cum in-between your thighs. right afterwards, you felt strings of the same gooey substance dripping from your fingers and your palm.

the two were gentlemen. they even helped you clean up and get dressed before leaving. by this time, you didn’t have it in you to cry anymore.

what were you even waiting for?

right. you were yet to pick up some weed. it would be a shame if you’d gone through all this just to leave empty-handed.

it was utterly disgraceful how your heart still pounded upon seeing choso nearing the storage room. he froze when he sighted you, leaning against the shutters with eyes that were bloodshot from something other than weed.

“they told me they left a while ago. i didn’t know you were still waiting,” he uttered, eyebrows furrowing at how desensitized you seemed. by now, you would’ve cracked an unfunny joke, or told him to hurry up and hand you your favorite shit.

now, there was none of that. he couldn’t deny that he missed that side of yours.

“sorry, cho,” you said quietly, “i wanted to see you anyway.”

every terrible time had a good end. if it wasn’t good, then it wasn’t the end yet. or something along those lines.

the sounds of kissing and whimpering filled the air as choso dropped all of his belongings upon having entered the storage room — the place you’d never, ever be entering again.

a surge of fear overcame you when he twisted the key blindly to close the shutters again, but he quickly made your worries disappear by kissing you breathless.

“are you sure about this?,” he gasped against your lips, tired eyes blown wide with lust as he looked at you for confirmation. he was so caring that it made you tear up.

nodding with certainty in your eyes, you guided choso towards the couch as you straddled his thighs, while he waited for you to act. although you looked as disheveled as you did right now — he had already seen pretty much all states of you: half-dead from having pulled four all-nighters in a row to study, weed-depraved, post-breakup, after failing an exam you’d studied so hard for, all of them -- he found you at your prettiest like this.

it almost felt like you two were a couple.

you might as well be one after this.

“i like you, cho,” you mumbled against the man’s neck as you littered it with kisses, which made him roll his head back as he groaned. he felt like a fucking preschooler when he felt himself getting hard at you just sitting on top of him. “like you a lot…”

he placed his hands on your hips, massaging them softly, making up for all the rough touches having marred your skin tonight. “you do?,” he asked, genuine surprise written on his pale face, “me too…”

when you started grinding on him, both of you still fully clothed, he almost lost it. it was the most intimate thing either of you had ever done before. neither of the men who had you tonight would ever own your heart like choso did. it was always choso, all him.

“please put it in, cho,” you whined, greedily unzipping him to take him out, and he was rock hard, embarrassingly so. you didn’t mind at all, as you were ready to go. your plug nodded shakily, moaning as he felt your wetness engulfing his pretty cock as he slowly pushed himself inside.

he fit inside so snugly, it felt like you two were made for each other, like a lock and its key. “so wet ‘n warm,” choso gasped, hissing as your pussy gripped him like a vice, “fuck… why didn’t we do this before?”

you responded to him with a messy french kiss, teeth and tongues clashing and battling together as you both fucked each other like horny teenagers. your hips moved in tandem with his, your hoarse whines spilling freely when his cock hit all your right places.

he wrapped his arms around you shakily, pumping into you passionately as you clung to him like a lifeline. in some type of way, he was your lifeline. not just your weed supplier, but also your only source of sanity tonight.

“feels s’good, cho,” you cried out as your fingers dug into his messy hair, eyes opening to stare into his deep, brown hues, “please… please, i’m gonna—” he nodded, pulling your kiss into one more bruising kiss as he huffed and groaned into your mouth.

“doin’ so good f’me… fuck—”, he grunted, looking down from your fucked-out face to where your bodies connected, “you’re perfect… perfect f’me.”

your orgasm felt like an out-of-body experience as you went limp in choso’s arms, body falling to squeeze his further into the couch. he gripped your hips tighter, solidifying the bruises toji had surely left on them, hissing as he felt you squeezing him impossibly tight.

“c-can i—”, he cut himself off with an almost pained moan, “—inside?” you nodded against his shoulder, too tired to meet his eyes, “please… please fill me up.”

that was all he needed to deliver a few more pumps into your spent body to paint your insides white with his cum, stilling as he stayed inside of you while both of you caught your breaths, the smell of sex once again mixing with the sharp ones of the money bills and weed in the room.

your eyes fluttered close after having been focused on the table the entire time, and you wordlessly fell asleep in choso’s arms. even if you hadn’t felt safe in them, your body would have completely given up on you anyway. you were glad it was choso, now.

perhaps you shouldn’t be so glad about it, though.

not by the little smile tugging at the corners of choso’s lips, knowing he was going to silence them all by having been the first and only one who got to cum inside.

knowing you still trusted him blindly after he had left you with his lunatic acquaintances made him feel more accomplished than he'd ever had before.

tagged: @sintyu

❝ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ! ❞

꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

serena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

♡ 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲!

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

Pairings : fem reader / bully!Gojo Satoru / bully!Geto Suguru

Synopsis : college boy Satoru bullying you around with his best friend

Warnings : bullying kink, degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, bl*wjob, p*ssyjob, semi-public s*x, rough s*x, perv behaviors, namecalling (wh*re, sl*t, b*tch), getting caught, threesome, +++

Bully!Gojo who asks Suguru to trip you down the corridors as you walk past them, so that you can fall right into his arms.

"Oopsie..." Suguru says, grinning like a jackass and sticking his leg out. Your face plants into the muscular chest of that white-haired freak, and then he pulls out one of his awful pick-up lines on you; "Fallin' for me, sweetheart? I knew you would eventually." he blatantly stares straight down at your cleavage. "What!" you give them a repulsed look and pull back. Your reaction elicits giggles from your two bullies, and they check out your ass as you walk away in a fit of anger. "... I'd give her backshots 'till dawn." Satoru says, and Suguru shakes his head at his best friend, "You're insane." he says, but Satoru says, "She looks like she needs to get fucked hard."

Bully!Gojo who grumbles and folds his arms, sat in the principle's office after pulling a water-dumping stunt on you just to see your nipples go hard.

He glares at his spiralbound notebook. Instead of writing an apology letter like the principle instructed him to do within an hour, he ends up writing your name over and over and drawing hearts around it, filling the page with little doodles of you as if he's some obsessed high school boy.

Bully!Gojo who loves the squeaks he elicits out of you when he slams and pins you against the wall.

"I bet you get so wet for me when I do this." he taunts, whispering lowly into your ear. "No I don't!" you lie, glaring up at him. He arches his back and bends his knees to level himself with your face, "Liar." he says, lips grazing your cheek. "F—feel for yourself, freak. You'll see I'm not wet..." you bluff. He arches a brow and dips his fingers between your thighs, making you gasp as he presses against your hole through your panties. He just grins, backs away, cockily lifts his chin, and leaves you standing there embarrassed.

Bully!Gojo who muffles your moans on his big hand while caging you with his body in the cramped closet at a college party.

He grinds his crotch against you, making you aware of the size difference between your bodies as his big, heavy cock divides your tiny pussy lips. "I know you need me, baby." he lowers his voice, cautious about getting caught with you in here, "Just say the word and I'll take you to heaven, I promise." he murmurs almost romantically, but before he can fully cast his spell over you, your classmate Nanami Kento draws back the closet door. "Wow. We're at a party, what's wrong with you two?" he scolds. Satoru chuckles guiltily while you just crumble in embarrassment, "Out, out! Stop fucking in my damn closet...!"

Bully!Gojo who loves it when you try to retaliate by spitting on his uniform. It gives him a brilliant idea for the next time you visit his dorm room for a class project.

"Spit on it. Make it sloppier. Good... now choke on me." he shoves your head down on his cock, big hand firmly holding the back of your hair. He makes you take as much of his meaty cock as your tiny mouth can handle. He groans and cums so hard after just a few shallow thrusts into your mouth. "Hey, don't let it fucking spill out, you whore. I want to see you swallowing every. fucking. drop." and damn, his cum is so thick and so much that you nearly choke on it. But that just makes his ego swell.

Bully!Gojo who stalks you like a cat in school, following you down corridors, cornering you in quiet classrooms, getting up in your face.

He doesn't let you breathe, he always closes the spaces and gaps between you and him. He'll be chewing you out for something, calling you a dumb slut while grazing his lips over yours. Arguments always lead to him growling "Shut up..." before slamming his lips onto yours. And when Satoru kisses you? He starts moaning real quick, something about you just makes him weak. Next thing you know, his fingertips are rising up your thighs and daring under your skirt, and your fingers are exploring under his shirt, feeling over his muscles.

Bully!Gojo who fingers you into ecstasy... in the middle of class.

He'll sit himself next to you, and you'll squirm uncomfortably under the scowls you receive from jealous girls. Thirty minutes into the lecture, you whisper-shout under your breath, "Satoru, you're embarrassing me!" and he murmurs back, "No, baby, you're embarrassing yourself with how fucking wet you are. Just listen to that pussy..." he goes harder, the sounds get louder and you can hardly think with how his fingers rub in and out of you. Satoru makes you orgasm on his fingers right there, grinning like a bastard at the feeling. You bet he taunts you afterwards, "I can't believe how slutty you are... you'd be a slutty girlfriend, huh?"

Bully!Gojo who has Suguru apologizing on his behalf all the time.

"I'm so sorry... I swear Satoru's not usually this much of a menace. He's just got a thing for you, haha..." it hurts his lil' heart to see you getting pushed around... sike. Lots of Gojo's gutsy plans originate from his nasty best friend. Satoru can only come up with the most basic shit; stealing your lunch, tickling your back, pinning you to the wall, bluffing how he'll "ruin your life". But Suguru? He's the one with the good ideas; dumping water on you from the balcony to see your cloths sticking to your body, persuading explicit pics out of you, and smirkingly staring at them with a wide-eyed Satoru... who thanks him.

Bully!Gojo who's got the most foul, nasty dirty talk.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop!" you squeal in the backseat of his car, feeling him pound into you from the back. "Of course you are..." he humiliates you, pounding you harder and harder into your orgasm, "... tell me you're my little whore." he grunts. "I'm your whore!" you squeal, "Again..." he smiles sadistically, "I'm your whooore!" you reply weakly. He pulls you to his chest and grinds deeper inside, "Yeah that's right. You're just my little cock whore."

Bully!Gojo who gets off to you crying.

Tears streak your cheeks and your body shakes; trying to adjust to his size is impossible. He's always too deep, too thick, stretching you out and fucking up your guts like a pornstar. "Aw, can't take it? What a fucking crybaby." Satoru groans, slapping his hips into you back and forth like an animal. He hears you sniffling and moaning for more, "Keep crying; it's gonna make me cum so hard..."

Bully!Gojo who bets your pussy on a basketball game with Suguru and makes you sit and watch.

"Aw... princess, 'guess it's a draw. You don't mind if we share you, right? After all, sharing is caring. And we all care about each other, don't we?" Satoru smiles. They're sweaty and exhausted, but still have enough stamina in them to pound you. "Come on, show Suguru how sweet your holes feel."

Bully!Gojo and bully!Geto who literally bully their cocks into your pussy one after another, taking turns and telling you how good you feel and how good of a slut you are for them.

"Whose do you like better...?" Suguru asks, but you're too dumbed out, "I dunno! Both!" you squeal. He gives you a dangerous smile, "Aw... well, let's go another round and see." he says, making Satoru laugh, "Oh, I don't think she can handle another round. She's too weak."

Suguru just pushes your legs back, slides too deep inside, and coos, "You're right, Satoru. She takes cock like a bitch... we should train her into the perfect cockslut. Aw, look... she's smiling."

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

Choso is gone and now I’m seriously dropping jjk I can’t do this anymore 😭😭 fk you gege akutami

I miss my wife.

I miss my wife.

drawig

Dont laugh.. but heres a quick sketch for chosoweek because i luuuvvvvvvvvv choso, also ik the hairstyle ish or wtv was supposed to be done yesterday but oh well. I had to do smth for choso week. How could i not?!1!!!

(its pretty wack tbh lol but guess whos hairstyle it is..)

giggling and kicking my feet in the air as i lie on my bed w my cats judging me🖤

𝐎𝐍𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 👉🏻👈🏻

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 🖤

SCREAMING

Choso redraw 👍🏻

this is so choso coded pls😭

"hes insane and kills people" ok but he whimpers

now channeling this new mentality

just caught sight of my bed hair in the mirror and it's giving choso