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lonelyparty · 6 months

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when i say i s(creamedddddd) 🥵🥵

❛ I WANNA SEE...❜

Quit talkin' 'bout it, be about it | Lemme see, lemme see, lemme see. ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ LEMME SEE

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

butt-dialing your roommate while pleasing yourself (and moaning his name) went in a completely different direction than you thought it would.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

accidental voyuerism, reader is a little dumb (love her though) black reader, they are both 20-22, roommates to lovers, mutual masturbation, praise & teasing, pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl, etc.), oral sex(fem receiving), manhandling, dumbification, choso has been pining for a while he was just waiting on you, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, hand on throat (not choking it’s just there), porn mention, etc. if i left something out please let me know.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

choso has been plaguing my brain just like bi-han is. also this idea came up randomly. lowkey rushed at the end. i hope you enjoy and as always; this fic is unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt to Kamo Choso. It was all physical, at first; eyes trailing down his body the day you met him— enjoying just about everything your gaze set on. He was handsome, in a rugged kind of way, eyes lined with bags as if he hadn’t slept in years; however built as if he never left the gym. How he handled both was beyond you.

But of course, the attraction didn’t end there, it grew when you got to know him— and when you moved in with him. After being rushed out of your previous apartment by your shitty landlord, Choso was more than happy to give you the extra bedroom in his home; declaring you didn’t need to pay rent for about two months just to get your bearings. From then on, anytime you saw Choso, or if anyone mentioned him; you were flushed with heat, a disgusting amount of butterflies settling in your stomach.

You were whipped and there was nothing you could do. Given you refused to jeopardize the friendship you two had.

Today was your off day after a hellish week. You planned to spend it in bed, cuddled under Halloween themed blankets. Your eyes peered up at the television hanging aganist your wall, enjoying some random video of your favorite youtuber. You blinked as a gentle knock came on your door, slowly sitting up as an enter escaped you shortly after. The door opened, revealing Choso dressed in a baggy black tshirt and some sweats. His keys were in his hands, leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m going out for a bit, do you need anything?”

You smiled, tilting your head in thought. “Mm.. no.” You spoke, watching him raise his eyebrows for a moment, giving an are you sure look. You chuckled, nodding once more to which he hummed a bit.

“Don’t call me later because you forgot somethin’.”

“That’s only happened once, Choso!” You huffed, watching as he turned, exiting your bedroom. And soon the house. You sighed a bit, sliding down your headboard to rest on your back, glancing up at the ceiling. Despite him not being in the room your still felt insanely warm, hands rising to your cheeks to groan into them. Why was he so fine and so sweet all at the same time? It frustrated you to no end.

You rolled onto your side, legs crossing as you pushed your face into your pillows. Hands gliding down from your face, you felt the warmth grow; trickling down between your thighs. Sighing softly to yourself, you switched to lay on your back again, blindly reaching for your phone. Like clockwork you clicked onto the dreaded X app, using two hands to type in a genre before one slinked back under your blankets.

You scrolled for a moment, fingers breaching your panties and simply rolling lazy circles onto your clit. The tiny sparks of pleasure slowly relied you up, searching endlessly for a video, getting more annoyed by the second. Moments passed before you sighed heavily, dropping your phone onto the bed whilst kicking off your blankets.

Your imagination would have to do. And what did it always drift off too? Kamo Choso.

Panties now bunched to your ankles, two fingers glided across your slick slit, collecting your essence until you were nice and moist; all while your other hand continued to roll circles onto your hardened buds. Dipping your fingers down, a soft sigh escaped you as you pushed them in, not reaching as deep as you liked but close enough. Once comfortable you began to thrust them in and out of you, curling them every so often— causing sweet moans to escape you.

You thought of him. Thought of yourself under him, using his fingers that were surely much bigger then your own. Stretching you out in preparation, all while he whispered words into your ear. You bit the inside of your cheek, the intensity of your fingers quickening, hips rising up off the bed as vocal noises escaped you. You moved on the bed, rolling a bit before situating yourself onto your back again. Gasps escaped you, desperate moans as you chased after your release. Choso consumed your mind, fantasies pushed forth as if seeing them right before you. His body, his voice, his hair tickling your heated skin— it was all too much. You needed him so much.

“Fuck, Choso..” Was the high-pitched whimper that escaped you, hand tiring yet refusing to stop, you were so close. You rubbed your clit raw, fingers pushing against your gummy walls before you finally came, a final moan escaping you. You breathed heavily, falling back against the bed as you slowly withdrew your fingers, groaning a bit. It took a moment to calm yourself down, rolling onto your side and attempting to ignore your mess for now. Just a moment, you would clean yourself up.

That was until your eyes zoned in on your phone, realizing it was on. With a blink you sat up, feeling your heart fall straight to your ass. There, clear as day, was Choso’s contact name. You were currently on a call with him. One you hadn’t nor realized you accepted.

The silence was eerie, a shaky hand rising to hover above the screen. Like an idiot you spoke, “Choso?..”

And much to your horror you got a breathy, “Yeah?” back. You screamed internally, hurriedly cutting the call and falling into your bed. Obscenities escaped you into your pillow, eyes pinched close as embarrassment ran through your body. Of course you would butt-dial him, of course you would moan his name, and of course you would say his name again instead of simply ending the call! So stupid, so stupid! You could die right then and there.

There was only one solution to this problem; avoid him for a month until he pushes it to the back of his mind. It sounded ridiculous, but that was the only way. So, you stood, grabbing your towel from its hanging place and paddling over to the bathroom. You would shower, grab some water and snacks — so you wouldn’t have to leave you room —, and lock your door. Choso isn’t the type to barge in, but you couldn’t chance it.

You made quick work of bathing yourself, hissing at the burning sensitivity between your legs. Once finished you pat yourself dry, sliding some lotion on yourself soon after and pulling on some shorts and a shirt after your panties. Opening your bedroom door you glanced around suspiciously, waltzing over to the kitchen and snatching up two water bottles and a couple of your snacks. Holding them between your arms while walking back to your bedroom, you felt your stomach drop the moment the front door opened. You rushed the final steps to your room, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you. You breathed as you heard heavy footsteps around the house, stepping over to your bed and placing your snacks and drinks on the nightstand. You jumped as a knock came on your door, quickly going quiet.

All was still until he spoke, “Got you some food. It’ll be behind the door.”

You nearly felt bad for ignoring him, wondering if he bought it before or after you completely defiled his ears. Biting your lip, you waited until you heard his bedroom door close, waltzing over and carefully unlocking your own. Pulling it open, you glanced down at the styrofoam container, smiling a little to yourself. Leaning to pick it up, you released a small thank you, before quickly shutting and locking the door.

A heavy sigh escaped you as you walked over to your bed, sitting down and placing the food down. Dwelling over your mistake would only ruin your appetite, you decided to distract yourself with horror movies.

After eating the food and enjoying the third scream movie, you took a nap, curled up under your blankets comfortably. An hour or so passed before you woke up, blinking slowly and glancing around the room; the only light being the television. A soft yawn escaped you, slowly sitting up and glancing at your mess. You grimaced, picking up your empty water bottle, wrapper, and food container— switching around to stand and walk over to your door. Unlocking it, you opened and exited your bedroom, sliding over to the kitchen.

You hummed softly to yourself, approaching the trash can and placing your trash inside. Walking over to the sink, you squirted a little soap in your hands, washing them for a good few minutes before cutting the water off, shaking your hands to dry. Turning to head back to your bedroom, a yell escaped you when you noticed the man standing in the doorway.

Choso smiled a little, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” He crossed his arms, your eyes instinctively falling to them before rising back to his face. You shook your head quickly, nervously adjusting your shirt onto your body. “It’s okay.. No problem.” You cringed internally at your own voice, eyes closed and suppressing a groan.

An awkward silence carried in the room for a moment before you finally decided to rip the bandaid. You glanced up, meeting his gaze that was already fixated onto you. “Choso, I’m.. really sorry I called you and you.. heard me.” You murmured, fingers continuing to fiddle with themselves.

“I called you.” He corrected, you giving a nervous smile and a nod.

“Right, but still. I understand if you’re uncomfortable and our dynamic changes for a little bit. I.. hope you can forgive me.”

Choso tilted his head for a moment, finger tapping against his arm as a small smile painted his features. He entered the kitchen fully, coming to stand before you. “It’s okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He hummed softly, eyes tracing your face for a moment before his smile deepened. “I’ll forgive you.. if you show me what you were doing to yourself.”

You blinked as his words settled into your mind, eyes slowly going wide. He had to be joking, right? Gaze boring into his own and looking for any hint of amusement or mischief. Unfortunately, you could tell that Kamo Choso was dead serious. Waiting ever so patiently for your reply. Yet, you still asked.

“You’re being.. serious?” You licked your suddenly dry lips, a cold feeling running down your body the moment he nodded. Eyes never moving away from you. Heart thrumming against your chest, a soft okay escaping you after a moment. Gripping your shirt you watched as Choso stepped to the side to allow you to leave, following close behind as the two of you exited the kitchen.

You tried to ignore the heat rising, ears burning as you felt his heavy gaze upon your form. Entering your bedroom, you flipped the light on, approaching your bed. You hesitated, giving the man enough time to approach you, gently cradling your back. “You can back out, (Y/N). I refuse to push you into something you don’t want to do.” Was what Choso whispered against your ear, pulling back to glance down at you. Searching for anymore restraint.

You thought it over, biting the inside of your cheek for a moment before you stepped away from him. The man watched as your fingers curled under the waistband of your shorts and panties, slowly pulling them down your body. You came to lay on your bed, watching as he followed to sit at the edge of it.

“Watch carefully, Choso.” A sudden burst of confidence entered you, legs sliding open to reveal yourself to him. Your hand glided down your form, using two fingers to slowly spread yourself, middle finger coming to roll slow circles onto your clit. As the pleasure grew your legs opened more, head leaning back as a soft sigh escaped you. Your hand rose, pushing two fingers into your mouth and coating them in your saliva, purposely moaning around them just to watch him twitch.

Choso’s gaze was intense, leaving nothing untouched by his eyes. He hissed softly as he watched you push your saliva covered fingers inside, your walls clenching around the digits eagerly. You moaned softly, beginning to thrust them as two fingers rolled upon your clit. A soft swear escaped Choso, leaning to rest on his elbow while his free hand pushed his sweats and boxers to rest on his thighs, revealing his half hard length. Slowly he stroked himself, watching your fingers falter when you noticed him. Choso shook his head, reaching over and gently knocking his knuckles against your ankle.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Keep going..” He breathed, thumb collecting precum from his slit and gliding it down his cock. He groaned the moment your fingers moved again, watching the way you fucked yourself, your sweet moans bouncing off the walls. Choso couldn’t believe it when you picked up the call and he heard you, and he definitely couldn’t believe his ears when you moaned his name. He felt so perverted, loving every second of that call.

You hips rolled, legs shaking as your fingers curled and scissored inside you. Breathing heavily, his name escaped your mouth legs threatening to close from the pleasure. To which he refused, reaching over and locking his fingers around your ankle, pulling your legs open.

“Choso..”

“Wanna see.. that’s it, you’re so close princess.” Choso huffed, pace quickening— grinning at the way you clenched from his words. Your peaks were approaching, combined sounds of pleasure covering the room. Your eyes were pinched closed, whimpers escaping your throat before you came, coating your fingers in your release. Blurry eyes opened in time to see Choso tense, making a mess on his pants, hand, and bottom of his shirt.

The two of you panted, your legs relaxing, head resting against your pillow as you allowed yourself to breathe. That was until, you were dragged farther down the bed, feeling his strong hands grasp your thighs, parting them. You glanced down in time to spot him plant a kiss against your slit, gasping from the sensitivity. “Choso—!” You cried out, his thick tongue parting your folds, gliding across your sensitive bud.

The man wasted no time on feasting away on you, collecting your mess as if it was the finest wine; moaning at your taste. His grip tightened when you attempted to run from the pleasure, driving his tongue into you and curling. It was too much, too soon; your back arching as your hands found his hair, gripping and ruining the messy buns. Cries escaped you, thighs wrapping around his head so tightly, surely cutting off his air supply. But the man didn’t care at all, continuing to thrust his tongue in and out of you, dragging it out every once in a while to glide across your clit before diving back in.

Knuckles balled, you shook as you came all over his face, pushing your pussy right into him which he welcomed happily. He wasn’t any more gentle cleaning you up, lapping your juices with a soft hum. You pushed at him, Choso finally releasing you from the torture and sitting up. Choso rose, lifting his shirt to wipe his face clean of your mess before pulling it off fully and tossing it to the side.

You panted as he crawled over you, leaning on a forearm as his free hand gently grabbed your chin. “Focus here, princess..” He murmured softly, grinning at the way your heavy lidded eyes landed on his face. Choso leaned, stealing your breath in a heated kiss, wasting no time in driving his tongue into your mouth. Your taste burned your tongue, hands grabbing his strong arms for stability. Soft smacks entered the room, the kiss deepening; a softer whine escaping you the moment his hand traveled to your throat, simply holding it. The man rose away for a moment, a swear escaping him as he took in your disheveled form.

“How long have you wanted this, (Y/N)? Weeks? Months?” Choso questioned, tutting the moment you attempted to turn away. His hand traveled, squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he leaned down. “You’ve gone mute, sweet girl?”

You murmured softly, fingers trailing to his wrist, warming at the way his thumb pressed against your slick lips. “Months.. since I’ve met you.”

“Oh..” Choso could nearly come on the spot from that, listening to your sweet, shaky voice admit something so dirty. Watching your pretty eyes refuse to meet his gaze. You were so embarrassed.. as if you hadn’t just played with yourself infront of him. He would chuckle if he wasn’t scared of offending you. Instead, he leaned even closer, lips hovering above your own as your noses brushed against each other. “Yeah? Bet this isn’t the first time you’ve touched yourself to the thought of me..“ He spoke, lips quirking as a soft chuckle escaped him. “You wanted me to catch you one day, didn’t you pretty girl?”

You quickly shook your head, watching as the man sat up, hands falling to your thighs. You breathed as he rose them, resting the back of your knees onto his shoulders while his cock brushed across your entrance. Choso tilted his head at you, thumbs tracing your skin. “I didn’t take you for a liar, (Y/N).”

Before you could defend yourself he was pushing inside, a sharp moan escaping you as he began to stretch you. His hands were firm on you, keeping you grounded and steady. His eyes darted between the two of you, watching the way you spread around his length so nicely; walls clenching with each push inside. Choso felt the way your legs shook, a soft whine escaping you before he reached between your legs, slowly rolling circles on your hardened bud. “Relax for me, pretty girl.. That’s it— I’m almost there.” He nearly groaned at the way you clenched from his words, pushing his hips and becoming fully seated inside you.

Choso allowed you a moment to breathe, watching for any discontent while his finger continued to gingerly rub your clit. When he noticed the pained expression melt away, he was pulling his hips back, driving them forward quickly. The moment you moaned, was when he lost restraint; thrusts increasing and soon fucking you into the mattress.

Your legs shook with each rock into your body, his cock bullying your insides, reaching far deeper then your fingers or any toy you owned. Your fingers balled up the blankets underneath you, back arched as cries escaped your throat. It was becoming too much, tears ready to spill as you twisted and turned from the immense pleasure. You whined as he suddenly leaned down, pressing your legs up against your chest while his hand gently grabbed your throat once more.

“Don’t run (Y/N).. Stay right here, take it.” Choso spoke, breath heavy as his weight was placed behind each thrust. He watched the way your eyes rolled to the back of your bed, grinning to himself in enjoyment and pure pride. You were clenching him so harshly, refusing to let him go, sucking him back in greedily. He was in a daze, completely focused on nothing more than your reactions; your beautiful sounds, your twitches, how your hands rose to clench at his arms— hanging on by a thread, using him for stability.

“Choso, Choso, Choso!” His name fell from your lips in a desperate mantra, eyebrows pinched closed as you felt yourself getting closer and close. The band was tight, ready to burst as his cock rammed into you— slamming against your g-spot with no mercy. You finally broke, soaking the sheets under you, ruining them completely.

Choso released a groan at the sight and feeling leaning to plant a heavy kiss onto your lips, all while fucking you through your orgasm. You whined at the sensitivity, hand falling to his waist to which he easily caught, intertwining your fingers and pushing into the mattress. “One more, baby. Just one more.”

“Mm.. I—I can’t—!” You cried out, the man pulling back to glance down at you. You were truly a sight, bohemian braids spread out around your hair, edges messy while your lips were bruised and coated in your shared saliva. Eyes lidded, shirt damp with your sweat with your breasts pushing against the thin fabric. The man sucked in a breath, hand falling to your waist and lifting, fucking you at different angle just to hear you scream.

“You can.. been takin’ me so well princess, making me a mess.” Choso breathed, eyelids heavy as he felt his end growing closer and closer. Lip caught between his teeth his thrusts became hurried, ramming you into the mattress all while continuing to hold your hand.

Incoherent babbles escaped you, knees brushing your chest, stuck under his weight. The moment he reached between you two to rub tight circles onto your clit you were done, lifting up off the bed and creaming all over him; throat raw, voice abused.

Choso’s eyes rolled back to his skull, rising as his thrusts turned sloppy, vocal moans and praises escaping him. Soon enough he was painting your walls white, stuffing you full as the warmth caused you to whine. The smell of sex rested in the air, followed by your commingled breaths.

The man moved your legs off his shoulders, allowing them to rest at his sides before coming to lay on you. You groaned softly, hands traveling to his back. He wasn’t a light man at all, nearly placing all his weight on you. “Choso.. you’re heavy.” You whined softly, still trying to regain your breath. He simply breathed you in, free hand moving to travel up the back of your skull, fingers gliding across the parts of your braids.

“Choso!”

“One more minute. Then we can shower.”

You shook your head with a simple sigh, smiling to yourself as your fingers trailed his back. However, the man rose from his previous position, releasing your hand to place them on your waist. “On second thought.. one more round.”

Your eyes widened in horror, yet excitement brewed in your stomach. It seemed you wouldn’t be leaving your bed anytime soon.

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lonelyparty · 6 months

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i’d tap dance and do the splits on a bed of nails just to get my hands on him, i’d swim laps in a pool with blocks of concrete weighing my feet down just to get my hands on him, i’d play frogger on a 7-lane highway with no speed limit just to get my hands on him, i’d trade in all my earthly pleasures and electronics and live like the amish if it meant i got to feel this man up

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lonelyparty · 7 months

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Nanami Kento

JJK S2 E12

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lonelyparty · 7 months

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Our Eternity

cw/tw: vampire!gojo, blood, blood drinking, satoru x suguru, accidental fluff

Summary: Gojo says he's a vampire. Geto "believes" him until he one day he's met with a starved beast in his kitchen.

The two lay in bed, Gojo snuggled into Getou’s chest, his breath rising and falling ever so gently. The fingers massaging his scalp with occasional twirls of his hair coax him further into the abyss of sleep. His stubbornness, much like an unruly newborn, wills him to stay awake. He feels rumbling in Geto’s chest before he hears the hushed chuckle. Rubbing his face into his boyfriend’s side and tightening his grip around him, Gojo sleepily asks, “Whats so funny?”

Geto smiles and kisses the top of his head. “I’m on TikTok, you wanna see?” he offers as he prepares what he really wants to say. He brings the phone to Gojo’s face when he feels an affirmative hum, unsurprised his boyfriend can barely keep his eyes open. “You should get some sleep,” he whispers, a kiss to the forehead this time.

“Don’t wanna,” Gojo grumbles in protest, “wanna spend time with you.” he nuzzles in the crook Geto’s armpit, as though that’s the way he can finally fuse with him. Being this close is never close enough, even with his body clinging to him as desperately as drops of morning dew on a young sprout.If Geto won’t turn, the least he could do is let Gojo live in his skin.

Geto takes the hint and puts his phone off to the side, enveloping Gojo in his embrace. He sighs as he does so, feeling Gojo become more relaxed in his arms. “You’ve been up all day and you wanna stay up all night, too? Hm? It’s already two-thirty.”

— — —

“Day.” “Night.” such trivial words these were, said without a second thought until Gojo came up to him one day saying, “I’m a vampire,” later clarifying only half on his mother’s side. At the time Geto tried to ignore the serious look in his eye, desperate to convince his dear Satoru and himself that the timing was ill-fitting as it was too late for April Fool’s, and too early for Halloween.

But all it took was tiniest quiver of a lip and one soft plea for Geto to believe him. Or at least say he believed him. Though he couldn’t accept it at first, whatever Satoru was going through was real to him, and that’s all that mattered.

Except… he’s actually a fucking vampire.

“But I’ve seen you in the sun?!”

“Pfft, not everyone burns in the sun, Sugu, I don’t have that gene.”

“But what about fangs?”

“Retractable.”

“We had garlic bread last week!”

“Ugh, that was a myth. This one guy was allergic and it started a whole thing,” he waved off, rolling his eyes, “Honestly it was a meme, but humans got a hold of it—”

“You guys had memes?!”

At that Gojo had scoffed. “Yes! We didn’t have a word for it, yet, but yeah. We wanted to see how long it would tak for you guys to figure it out. It’s been… a couple hundred years now…”

The flurry of questions ahd come when Gojo stumbled in after a seventy-four hour shift at the hospital. His limitless battery working on surgery after surgery following a train derailing had finally drained. Though his stamina was far beyond that of any vampire and undoubtedly above any humans, the mental strain and extensive procedures were his perfect counter. It only made sense that he’d mistakenly wandered into Geto’s apartment unannounced using his copy of the key. Geto was startled awake from a bang and incoherent grumbling.

“Where the fuck is it?!”

Rushing to his kitchen in nothing but his boxers he saw it: pointed ears, extended claws, bared fangs and pupils that sat as slits in deep maroon eyes. He seemed bigger than usual, despite being hunched slightly in aggravation, in hunger. A low growl escaped him before his expression of anger was replaced by that of confusion. He blinked a few times before speaking, not bothering to wipe the drool dripping down his chin. His face softened, though his features remained sharp. “Suguru? What are you doing here?”

Geto couldn’t process the question at first, trying to take it all in: the adrenaline from thinking someone broke into his home; the relief that it was his boyfriend being stupid, only to find him like…this. A million thoughts raced through his mind, yet none were voiced from his mouth as it hung agape.

Holy shit. He’s actually a vampire.

“I-It’s… my apartment…”

Gojo looked at him incredulously at first before taking a look around. Groaning in embarrassment, he slapped his hand to his face, making Geto wonder how he hadn’t poked an eye out. “Fuck I’m…” his posture straightened as he tried to hide his features, forcing them to retract. “Shit, did I wake you?”

“What were you looking for?” he almost wanted to kick himself in his own ass for asking such a stupid question, so followed up with, “I can help you.”

If Geto had hearing anywhere near the quality of Gojo’s he’d have heare the vampire’s heart beating so wildly it sounded as if it was daring to jump out his chest. Drool trickled out the corners of both sides of his mouth, his tongue helplessly flapping around as he imagined what Geto tasted like. It wouldn’t be the first time, and quite honestly, with his level of smelling Gojo could almost construct a flavor profile. But this, being offered—

“Satoru?”

The thought of how nice it would be. When was the last time he had a taste? Warm, fresh from—

“You there?”

His fangs bared again, his claws and ears slowly peeking through as he dizzied himself with the possibilities. The places he’d bite. How. It wasn’t until Geto flicked his forehead to bring him back to reality. He was shaken back to reality to see a disgruntled Geto.

“Go sit on the couch. Now.”

Aimlessly, nodding, he followed hand in hand. When sat he had watched as Geto fiddled with his own hands at first, his leg bouncing as he tried to adjust. Shaky hands combed through ever still unfettered bedhead as a form of self-soothing before finally sweeping his hair to one side, his eyes looking expectantly at Gojo before looking downward.

“Are…” Gojo bit his lip, covered in saliva that was ever pouring out now as he listened to the racing of Geto’s heart, the beat starting to resemble his own. He grabbed Geto’s hand and interlaced their fingers. “Are you sure?”

“What…” Geto took a deep breath in futility to calm his heart, “what happens if you don’t drink…blood?” it took a moment for him to look up at Gojo, to really take him in. He looked so… so different. So angular, so hungry, starved even. The red in his eyes taking over the blue Geto was used to seeing almost felt scary, and yet…yet he looked just the same. Just like his Satoru.

Seeing Geto’s gaze soften, Gojo took the chance to get closer to him on the couch. “Well… first we get really irritable—”

“You don’t say,” Geto snorted, rolling his eyes.

Gojo chuckled in slight embarrassment, squeezing his hand. “And depending on how long it’s been, our bodies go into like… this ‘survival’ mode, kind of. We don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s like… all our senses are heightened to find blood. As much of it as we can, as soon as we can. And if that goes on for too long, we kinda go…” wary of scaring him, Gojo decided to keep the details to himself, grateful when he received an understanding nod. “Yeah.”

Geto thought everything over for some time and sighed to himself, resolute in his decision. “Your house is too far, I don’t think you’d make it so…” he bared his neck once again and hoped he didn’t come off as stiff as he felt.

In his right mind, Gojo would have argued with him, assured him that he’d make it home just fine. He would have teased him, telling him that drinking from the neck is a silly little human thing. He would have had so much to say. But he wasn’t. He was a slave to his body and his needs, and more than anything, there was only one thought on repeat in his head.

Feed.

Closing the gap between them, he took Geto’s face in his hand to turn his face back towards him, smiling as softly as he could before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. A silent thank you hung between them when they pulled away. Gojo kept eye contact as he untangled their fingers and brought Geto’s wrist to his mouth.

He watched as his eyes widened at the realization, then contorted in pain as his fangs sunk beneath his skin. Gojo could hear it, feel it in his pulse as Geto’s heart raced. He brought a hand to his cheek to soothe him, willing him to breathe. He placed his hand over Geto’s chest and began modeling slowed breaths, waiting for him to come down with him. As Geto followed suit, the real event began, as Gojo began to drink.

The initial pierce of skin was already tantalizing, but to taste him, to feel him. The warmth against his tongue and in his throat was like a high in itself, making his skin tingle and his vision blur as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull. He was savory, a slight saltiness underlying his complex flavor. Gojo grunted in satisfaction, moving his hand from Geto’s chest to his thigh to keep himself steady. As some of the blood leaked from beneath his lips, the smell wafted into his nostrils, causing a moan to vibrate between the two of them.

In his right mind he would’ve checked on his Suguru, would have searched his face for discomfort, asked questions on if he needed a break. In his right mind, Gojo would’ve stopped a minute ago, trying to take very little to keep his boyfriend from suffering side effects apart from dizziness. But in his right mind he was not. He wanted to take take take. He needed it, he needed to feed. He was already so greedy for everything Geto had to offer him, and this was no exception.

When Gojo pulled back with a glaze over his eyes, his irises returning to his signature blue, all he could do was smile dopily as he met tired eyes. He licked the wounds to encourage the wounds to close and nuzzled his mostly clean cheek against Geto’s. “M’sorry,” he whispered.

“S’fine,” Geto responded weakly. “Are you good now? All your,” he gestured haphazardly, his arms feeling as fragile as twigs as he did, “stuff disappeared.”

“I am, thank you. So much.”

Geto only hummed in response, already at threat of dozing off. “Is poppin’ a boner while feeding a vampire thing, too?” he asked cheekily, assuming his own answer when Gojo changed a few hues.

“Uh… that’s just a me thing,” a Suguru thing, to be quite honest. “Why, you wanna take care of it?” he asked with a smirk, kissing the two small dots on his wrist.

Getou glared through his delirium. “You want my blood and for me to take care of your boner? Never knew I was dating someone so selfish—”

“You offered!”

“Yeah cause you looked like shit!”

“Well now you look like shit!”

“Well who’s fault is that?!”

Gojo rolled his eyes as he stood up, gathering an uncharacteristically willing Geto in his arms to carry him back to his bed. “Let’s get you back to sleep.”

“I’m not a baby,” he grumbled, his voice too soft to hold a real argument anymore as he drifted.

“You’re mine.”

“Fuck you.”

“When you feel better.”

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That was three years ago. Feeding had become a bonding time for the two as Geto learned about vampire culture. He learned about the nuances of the use of the terms “night” and “day,” and spent copious hours studying the history and biology of hereditary and turned vampirism. He’d spent so much time telling Gojo no to his one request since he’d disclosed his status, scared of more things than a man could count (though maybe not a vampire). His brain was once foggy and muddied with the thoughts that would no longer pass through, but make camp in his mind. Once the internal council came to a conclusion, peace finally took stake in his heart.

July 25

“Satoru…” he says so softly that the only weight it holds is everlasting fondness. “I think I’m ready to turn.”

Gojo’s eyes snap open.

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an: so this was supposed to be a smut piece but i wrote fluff by accident. part two will have the smut, dont u worry! 🫡 im uploading this part rn tho instead of waiting till tomorrow to start it cause i am impatient 🫡 this is a mini fic spinoff from my original nanami vamp fic that im not uploading anymore dsofoshdl

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lonelyparty · 7 months

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KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 3 [ CHOSO KAMO X PUBLIC SEX ] cws public sex ! MDNI

although he was usually careful, sometimes choso enjoyed being a bit more reckless.

he was used to holding himself back, waiting until you were alone to touch you however he wanted, to be able to tell you just how hard your subtle glances and fleeting kisses had made him — but sometimes it was all too much, and being a bit more daring suddenly didn’t look all too bad. he would drag you to the nearest bathroom or hidden away corner, pressing your back against the wall and placing his hand over your mouth, the other one gripping your wrist gently while directing it towards his middle, making you lay your palm against his hard on, your eyes always widening in surprise at your boyfriend’s arousal.

no words needed to be exchanged for you to understand what he wanted, and even if you knew you shouldn’t, you were always on board with it, kissing choso just as fervently as he kissed you and moving as silently as you could while you tried to find a position for him to fuck you in. you followed his lead, letting him turn you around and lift your leg up if that was what he wanted, or allowing him to pick you up while still resting you against the wall if that felt more comfortable in that moment. all you wanted was to feel his cock push into your hole, suddenly growing just as desperate as your boyfriend was, craving his touch just as badly as he craved yours.

you let him choose the pace, feeling grateful when he kissed you or placed his palm over you lips again because even if you knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t help but moan his name shamelessly, every drag of his dick in and out of your pussy feeling so good you wondered why he didn’t do this more often. your vision would grow blurry as your orgasm came closer, eyes rolling back when you did reach your high, and choso would grunt into your neck when he reached his own peak, both of you breathless as you tried to pull yourselves back together, walking away while trying to look as normal as possible, ready to get home to finish what you had just started.

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a fic in which geto suguru is your brother's best friend

wc: 2.3k

18+ // minors dni

cw: nsfw, toxic geto, toxic reader, toxic relationships, smut, very light nanago in the middle, degradation, choking, gagging, lots of tears and drool, creampie

If you had to describe your big brother’s childhood best friend in ten words or less you’d say the following: He’s a slick asshole, kinda insane, but hot as fuck. If Geto Suguru asked, though? You’d just list off all of the qualities that should negate the fact that whenever you look at his face you just want to sit on it, but in fact just makes it that much harder.

“Remember when we were younger and you insisted that the two of you were going to get married and have 10 kids?” your brother asked as the three of you reminisced about your childhood while sharing a blunt.

Geto turns to you, half lidded eyes red and smug, “Yes, remember that?”

“I was 5? At that age I was still believing in the easter bunny and laying traps for tooth fairies,” you roll your eyes.

“You were always such a freak,” Geto teases, smoke falling from his nose as he laughs.

Your eyes catch on to the small bite in his lip that he adds at the end. It almost has you wanting to screw him on the balcony of your shared apartment. You didn’t, of course, your brother was there.

“Only in your fantasies,” you snarl, snatching the blunt from his fingers and taking a hit of your own. You pass it over to your brother after a couple of more hits. He doesn’t seem to pay either of you any mind, staring up in space like the usual 5-blunt smoke out the three of you do once a week.

He bites the tip of his tongue, before shaking his head, “I don’t think so. You’re nasty, aren’t ya? Filthy even?”

The desire in your stomach pools. You’re reminded of your brother as he reaches over to hand off to Geto again. Geto’s eyes remain fixed on you as he inhales with a satisfied smirk. You’re calling upon the God you may or may not believe in to get the strength to not climb him like a tree.

You lean over into his personal space, taking the blunt that Geto offers to you. You lift your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. You inhale, ghosting the hit before leaning in.

Geto looks confused for a bit before your lips ghost his, blowing the smoke down his throat. He’s inhaling before he even knows what’s going on. His body stiffens, eyes moving to look at your brother who’s passed out in his bean bag. But you can see it still, the hunger. Something the both of you share. But you’ll be damned if you gave this prick what he wanted without a little work.

When he tries to press further, you lean back. A small smile forms on your face at his confused expression. You chuckle at his expense, and pout.

“Guess you’ll never know,” you replied innocently, using the ashtray to snub out the roach. You stand from your seat and wave, “Goodnight, Suguru.”

Geto can’t recall when the shift occurred. You were always a brat; the way of acting never changed. But his feelings about your behavior definitely took a turn. Behavior that once boiled Geto’s blood in anger is now pumping a different kind of feeling.

It only got worse on your 21st birthday, with Gojo as his catalyst.

Geto wouldn’t call himself a jealous man, but there was something about the way you spoke to him. All sweet with bright smiles. Coupled with the fact that neither of you could keep your hands to yourselves.

Okay, the previous statement was definitely a lie. He may or may not have ruined your chances with other people to ensure nothing… intimate was going on with you and whoever else. Making sure to always be around in your shared apartment with your brother. Giving dirty looks and smug comments. He’s just very fortunate that your brother travels for work in that aspect.

The difference is, Gojo is only here because of Geto. He extended an invitation for him to tag along at the club for your birthday, So, it’d be quite telling, even to your slightly inebriated brother, if Geto created a small rift in the middle of this club just to get that blue-eyed bastard to leave you the fuck alone. Though the strength continues to leave him the longer your hand lingers on Gojo’s slightly exposed pec.

When Gojo finally tears away from you to go bother the only person in the club that he actually knew, Geto’s eyes narrow slightly. And the closer he gets, the deeper the deeper his eyebrows furrow.

“What?” Gojo inquires innocently.

“What?” Geto mimics, mocking him. He tilts his head to the side, staring at Gojo’s lips. His eyes squint in the dim, strobe-lit nightclub they’re in. “Your lips?”

“I think it's Fenty,” Gojo answers, wiping off the excess gloss on his lips. He laughs at the look that must reflect in Geto’s eyes. “What? If you were trying to kiss as many people as you possibly can to beat a personal best, I’d offer the same to you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh that’s right…” Gojo looks over his glasses, expression smug, “She made sure to let me know that you didn’t know that.”

Geto doesn’t incite a reply. Instead, he makes his way through the crowd. His eyes find you immediately, making out with one of the girls from another party group. It kind of makes sense now, the birthday sash and tiara. The purple, cold-shoulder dress you wore. You dressed to have all eyes on you. To kiss everyone.

Everyone except him.

As he approaches, your eyes meet him through the light. He can see the hint of a smirk in your eyes as you continue to make out with your latest conquest. Geto thinks he saw the person you’re making out with at your apartment a few times. Probably a project partner of some sort.

“Thank you for being such a good sport, love,” you smile, hugging them.

“Yikes, ‘good sport’. You probably didn’t hear that growing up a lot, did you?” Geto questions, making a point to walk in between the both of you. He hums, “At least you know when you get hungry, you have leftover lemon pulp in your teeth.”

Your jaw drops as you watch your classmate leave. “Geto, what the fuck-”

“I think I’m owed a kiss?”

You scoff, immediately tuned in to the station he’s on. “So it’s true what they say when it comes to the both of you. What’s yours is also mine and some other bullshit?”

“This was never about Gojo.”

“No,” you answer, releasing a few buttons on his shirt. You lean forward, hand cupping his face. Eyes hidden behind lashes, you tilt your head, “But he’s another major turning point. Remind me, how long ago was it since you watched me?”

Everything that you do is calculated. From a young age, your family members would say that you had a way of getting what you want. Manipulation is the most common word for it. It’s your greatest asset.

And that is exactly why Geto is attracted to you. You know it. He knows it. Even your brother knows it. It could be said that there’s something wrong with the both of you since you’re the same person. The main difference is your tactics. And that’s why yours is so effective.

Geto may not be able to recall when the shift in your relationship occurred, but you can. Because you planted that seed a long time ago.

It was the day of the very last time you said you’d marry him, when he graduated high school and moved on to college with your big brother. There was no way an 18 year old would pay attention to a 13 year old, so you waited. Luck was on your side that the next time you saw him, it’d be two years later.

My little sister! The worst words to greet your future wife after not seeing them for 2 years. But you were 15, you understood.

Your plan really kick started after you turned 18. When you had time to perfect your craft during your teenage years. Watching Geto for so long, you were bound to know what he likes and dislikes. You grew up in each other’s faces, it was inevitable.

But the years of pent up rage from being referred to as a ‘little sister’ left you with a grudge that you couldn’t scratch. So you did what anyone else would, and started getting on his nerves even more. Punishing him with sharp words, carefully placed innuendos, and sensual touches.

All in the hopes of getting him to absolutely ravish you.

And just when you were going to give up on this idiot for truly thinking your brother gave a single fuck about what went on between the two of you… something amazing happened when Geto fucking Suguru watched you get fucked by a classmate through the crack of your bedroom door. The both of your eyes fixed on each other, and a significant change in your enthusiasm as he watched you get fucked by another man and you knew.

You had him where you wanted him.

Geto’s eyes move from your face to your brother’s figure at the other end of the club. He looks to be ready to head out soon, wrapped around his long time girlfriend. He tracks down Gojo and isn’t shocked to see that he managed to drag Nanami here as well. The younger male looks apologetic to everyone as he practically drags Gojo out of the club. There’s something in the way that Gojo looks that reminds Geto to make fun of his useless pining because the blond is as smitten with Gojo as Gojo is with him.

Realistically, he knew that because of this, Gojo was never a threat. None of them are, if he’s being honest. Geto knows and he knows that you do, too. The rules of the crazy game the two of you created in your minds would have a good majority of people ready to just call it quits. But Geto will be damned if he had to endure another three fucking years of this torture.

So, instead of playing along, he instead grabs you by the throat. Your smirk is gone when his fingers force their way into your mount, thumb and forefinger holding your tongue to effectively shut you up.

“This is what’s going to happen,” Geto says casually. His eyes move to the crowd as he leans forward, “I am going to offer to get us an Uber to my place. Use a lame excuse of giving those two their privacy at your apartment. In the meantime, you will behave yourself. If I so much as see you breathe at someone else in any other way that isn’t friendly, I won’t feel inclined to be nice.”

He makes sure to emphasize his points with a firmer grip on your neck with every important word spoken. Your would be moans trapped in your throat where in his grip, words and shear attitude has you speechless for the first time in a long time.

“It's my turn now, baby girl.”

When you retell the story of your 21st birthday and someone asks what happened after you left the club, there will be a 30 minute gap between your departure from the club and the current position Geto has you in. And it’s not because your night is forgetful, but only because you’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s given you.

The second the both of you walked into his apartment, he ripped off your birthday girl sash, tossed your tiara to the counter and literally tore you out of your dress in anticipation. By the time you reached your third orgasm in his fucking hallway by his fingers alone, you knew this was everything you had hoped for.

And Geto wasn’t done, no. He was far from it.

Because when he finally got you into the bedroom, the intensity increased again. Your jaw hurts from how roughly he fucked his dick down your throat. Your make up effectively ruined. The only thing that remains untouched by those sinfully thick fingers being your hair and that’s only because you behaved yourself so well in the club.

And when he finally fucked into you for the first time? Well, it felt like everything fell into place perfectly. He is rough. Fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you up, down, backwards and sideways.

“Shit!” you gasp as you come undone once again, gushing around Geto’s cock again because there’s nothing that he can’t fucking do. He remains rock hard in your depths, slowly down to a stop to give you time to catch your breath again. “Oh my god-”

He tsks, “I thought I told you to: Shut. Up.”

One of his hands leave your waist to your mouth, where he shoves his fingers into your mouth like he did earlier. Except, this time, he’s taking satisfaction in the way you choke around his fingers.

“Much better,” he hums, pistoning his hips once again.

You moan around his fingers, drool now mixing with the tears on his pillow. The sound your pussy makes is obscene. Never have you ever been so wet for… anyone to be honest. And as his thick cock continues to fuck into your g-spot like his life depends on it, you come to realize that this is the best birthday ever.

“Let’s go for one more, yea?” Geto questions when he feels your walls clamp around his cock once again. He knows you can’t respond with three fingers down your throat effectively shutting you up. But he continues, “Show me how nasty this pussy gets.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your stomach twisting and turning yet again. In the back of your mind, you register just how sloppy Geto is getting. He’s close, too.

When his fingers exit your mouth to play with your swollen clit while the other moves to your breast, forefinger and thumb rolling your nipple hard, you lose your mind. The floodgates open, and, for the fourth time tonight, you squirt. And this time, Geto cums alongside you, fucking his seed into your depths with a grunt.

a/n: abrupt ending bc i deadass couldnt be bothered, but be on the look out for a pt 2 🙈🙈

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lonelyparty · 8 months

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Thinking about how OPLASanji is a more closeted pervert than an open one. (Part 1)

IHadTo.

Blk Fem Reader x OPLA Sanji

CW: Sanji has tattoos(🌚), Suggestive, Kissing, Touchy Touchy Sanji, ….please read his dialouge in his voice. No smut BUT next time will be filthy smut<_< just setting up the plot here okaayyy i havent wrote in a while.

“So fucking pretty..”

“You say ‘sum Sanji?”

“Nothing, madam.”

Sanji was relentless. Him so new to the crew you and him managed to get pretty close quite quickly. It’s been a few weeks now and Zoro has pointed out about 15 times already how touchy and —in his words “Freaky” he is towards you.

“Either you’re that dense or just as perverted as him because how can you not feel his dick against your ass when you both are—“

“Zoro.” Nami cut him off with a stern tone, you blink at them both on the deck. “Enough, okay.”

“Somebody had to say it,” Zoro took a sip of his drink, settling back down on the chair, “It’s been constant dry foreplay from you both and it’s annoying—“

“…Sorry.” You murmur, not really sure how to answer to him, he looks at you, scoffing. “I don’t think sanji is intentionally being like that he just—“

“Well he is. A blind man can see how he fucks you with his eyes.”

Slightly confused as to why Zoro would even think Sanji is a pervert. He isn’t. He can’t be??

He’s so sweet, and charming, you can’t deny he was one of the few men you met that have caught your attention; his dimples exposing themselves when you make him smile, his pretty delicate hands that grabs ahold of yours when he kisses your knuckles, his pretty jewlery, and when he speaks in your ear, that fucking accent of his—-

…maybe him being a pervert wasn’t too bad.

I mean, he wasn’t hurting you nor ever made you uncomfortable? You both are adults.

And adults have needs.

And if two adults have attraction for one another then…well…it shouldn’t matter much?

You shook off what Zoro said and headed back to the kitchen, maybe he was just teasing you again.

But if he wasn’t…you could possibly make use of this new information.

——-

“Y/n, my love, how are you babe? Thirsty?” Sanji smiles at you, already preppping for dinner you grin warmly back at him and take a seat at the table, his eyes follow your figure, trailing down to your waist, and glued to your ass until you sat down.

For a moment you were quiet, not responding yet to his question, but admiring Sanji’s hands, how quickly he can chop food, how pretty his fingers are, you nearly nip at your lip when you notice him roll up his sleeves and see—-

“Oh!” Your eyes widen mindlessly, you walk towards the large kitchen island and lean over, “You have tattoos?”

How could have you not notice? it’s been almost a month being together and you never peeped? He had a half sleeve done and honestly it looked so..

“You like?” Sanji’s chuckle makes you break out of your daze. “I got my first one when i was 16. And then well, it became a slight addiction.”

You stare back at his forearm again, the pretty art marked on his skin, noticing the veins complimenting it made you nip at your lip again. He smiles, your pretty round eyes watching him as he cooked, but again.

Sanji’s eyes wondered.

You were in a trance at his tattoos, trying to count and see every detail of them you didn’t even notice your breast spilling out of your low cutted tank top onto the counter.

Your pretty brown chest, literally shining from a mixture of a bit of sweat and lotion you put on earlier with your small gold necklace dangling in between your clevage, Sanji tries to tear his eyes away, but he can’t help it.

You’re so fucking gorgeous. He seen you and Nami and he was already infactuated with you both, but you seemed to be more open to entertaining his flirtatious advances than Nami so he started to fall for you a bit more.

Hugging him at Arlong Park really got him going, your breast pressed against his, the way you kissed his cheek, and you were just so happy to see him he almost felt his pants get tight from that alone.

He wanted you bad it was almost admirable and pathetic.

“I have more tattoos. Y’know if you ever wanna see ‘em.” He teased, knowing damn well he was serious.

“Hmmmm.” You walk around the counter to face his side, finger tracing the rim of the counter top. “Well maybe….where are the others?”

“I have one on side, one on my shoulder, on my back—“

“Your back?” Your eyes lit up. “Can I see?”

Sanji started to stammer, “I— um… Really? You sure?…..okay just…give me a moment.”

You giggle at his urgency to clean up his mess, putting the roast in the oven he walks towards the kitchen door and locks it, his mind running a mile a minute he turns to face you to see you happliy sitting on the counter smiling, “C’mon lemme see! I love back tattoos!”

Sanji exhales, unbuttoning his shirt he feels your gaze, once his shirt is fallen to the ground he turns, you nearly gasped seeing the huge tattoo on his spine.

His very pretty spine.

“woah.” Sanji hears your footsteps approach him, he hisses slightly at your touch, you did always have a habit of touching when not asked. “It’s so pretty.”

Your hands start to move around the outline of the art, also noticing the small scars and bruises he has gotten in past fights. You lightly touch one, and he immediately turns around, causing you to jump, “Oh. Sorry.”

“No, it’s alright. You like them?”

“Mmhm…” you land your hand on his shoulder tattoo, not even taking note to how closer sanji approached you.

You both stare at each other for a moment, it was only 2 seconds but it felt like an eternity until Sanji decided to close the gap between you both.

His lips were so soft against yours you couldn’t hold in any moan you had released, you felt his hand cup your cheek, moving you backwards onto the counter, the kisses started to get more intense the more access you allowed him into your mouth.

Nothing but the sounds of water crashing, usopp and Luffy outside playing and heavy breathing filled the kitchen. Sanji just couldnt help himself—-

His mind was fuzzy, he knew in the back of his mind he shouldn’t have been so bold with his actions but to feel your body weight against his,

a slap or two was worth it, but it never came.

Sliding his tongue inside your mouth he pushes his leg in between yours, you really don’t know why you haven’t stopped him yet, maybe it’s the way he so easily picked you up by your ass and sat you on the counter, or maybe it’s how his hands are squeezing your breast, but you knew eventually you had to—-

“Okay!” You pulled off, both of you trying to catch your breath, “Wait…I….Sanji…”

He stared at you like a lost dog, damn near ready to get scolded with his pink puffy lips, you giggled. Holding his cheek, “I’m..sorry.”

You knew he shouldn’t have been sorry, he only did what you allowed him, and luckily he was a great kisser so it wasn’t anything you technically regret doing.

“Sorry for what?…I liked it.” You took his hand and teased, “Unexpected, but…I like it.”

You brush his band back, going in for a slower and deeper kiss, your felt his cold palms rub the sides your your bare thighs, pulling your closer so you can throw your arms over his shoulder.

You nor him haven’t had this kind of touch from another person in a long time, and you both were clearly attracted to each other …so…why not bite the bullet?

“Let’s go to my room, Sanji…”

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lonelyparty · 8 months

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finna act up at work frfr

you know, i feel like choso is the friendly jock who’s really nice to the weird kids and v sweet to you, the shy girl. he eventually makes you his girlfriend officially after some time. but there was definitely a casual hook up phase that lasted for about a month between you two— a little over a month maybe.

you were a virgin when you met him but obviously that changed over time. it’s a little funny because you actually made the first move oddly enough. he held your cheek one night and— you snuggled your face into his palm, enjoying how warm he felt. every time he touched you it felt like a hug, you relished in it a bit with his eyes on you and a small smile on his face. but you completely took him by surprise when you took his hand and sucked on his pointer finger, looking up at him through your lashes.

you were shy but the kind of cock he gave you turned you into a lovesick, little fucking yandere lite. how could it not? he fucked you like he hated you and that was something you’ve never experienced before. you became somewhat of a fiend, really.

you were shy but you had zero qualms letting him split you open right on his thick, heavy cock— whether it be him folding you into a mating press or riding him until you were cross eyed and drooling.

you were shy but you never hesitated to offer your throat to him as if it were some sort of consolation prize when he had a bad day or a particularly rough day at practice— or maybe the team lost the game. just all “oh no! 🥺 would a blow job help you feel better? ♡” you’re so genuine about it too, he thinks it’s sweet. but he feels bad for taking you up on the offer because he feels like he’s taking advantage of you. he’s all you know, your very first boyfriend. often thinking sex = bandaid.

you were shy but the sweet venom that poured from your lips while he pounded into you was anything but coy. “don’t talk to other girls.. i’ll kill them.” it’s a breathy little remark and you say it as you’re about to cum. if anything, it gets him off— turns him on even more.

you were shy but who would have thought you’d turn into such a little cock drunken minx for him. you’re his own personal cheerleader, so willing to please him.

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lonelyparty · 8 months

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OKAYYYYY GETOOOO 🫦👅💦💦

just one day

“why you gotta go out all the time, huh? can’t just lay wit me on the couch?” geto groaned, his large figure blocking the front door with his arms crossed over his chest. you’ve been going out back to back for about two weeks now and he was more than tired of it. you gave him a soft smile, your pretty white teeth making his heart do flips as he watched you wrap your arms around his neck. geto’s hands instinctively lowered, slowing moving towards your ass before giving it a hard squeeze under your skirt. “i can’t go have fun?” you said in a sultry voice, his dick twitching in his sweats as he looked down at your pretty outfit.

“ian say that, jus want one day. can i have my girl for one day?” his deep voice brought a certain tingle down your spine, your thighs slowly shifting together to calm the growing arousal in your panties. geto noticed this, his dark eyes practically glued to your lower half as he watched your thighs rub together. “you can try t’act like you don’t wanna stay, but i know where she wants t’be” suddenly his big hands moved, one now on your hip as the other made its way between your thighs, cupping your soaked pussy through the thin fabric of your underwear.

a quiet gasp flew from your lips, being swallowed by the pair of pink lips joining yours in a sloppy kiss. geto knew how to get to bending to his will quickly and planned to use those tactics on you right now. his big, strong hands moving back to your ass before abruptly lifting you in his hands. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as your boyfriend walked you to the soft cushion of the couch. as geto laid you down, he sat on his knees between your legs, slowly freeing his broad chest from his shirt without moving his eyes away from yours. you were too busy ogling his body to notice, his thick dick protruding from his sweats.

a smirk slid to geto’s face, his body moving down towards yours before he left light kisses on your stomach. he moved up slow and steadily, kissing all over your body until making it all the way up to your neck. “want me t’fuck you?” his deep voice was muffled into the soft skin of your neck, his print rubbing up and down your clothed clit as he squeezed the fat of your thigh with one hand. your lack of reply cause geto’s smirk to widen, his hand quickly tapping your thigh as he got your mind back on track. “huh mama? want me t’put this dick in you?” the answer was and would always be “yes”, but the fact that he asked for permission just made you go crazy. a soft whine left your lips as you tried to raise your hips to feel more of the delicious friction. “y-yea….w-want you t’put it in” at your words geto broke, his body moving almost instantly to turn you on your stomach before pushing your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. “anything for my baby”

it didn’t take long for geto to have you crying, your legs pushed to your chest as he’d lean down and kiss your tears away. “how it feel? feel full mama?” the sound of your man’s voice caressed your ears, but you were in no shape to reply. your lips parted and eyes rolling as you felt your orgasm rush through you. “c-can’t cum no m-more” you breathed out, earning you a hard thrust to your cervix as geto looked down at you with dissatisfied eyes. “what i say bout that? stop saying you can’t princess, i know what m’doin” you let out a small “sorry” before your boyfriend continued his work, his dick hitting the deepest parts of you as he looked down at you with low, loving eyes. “why you ain’t wanna spend time wit me huh? you like puttin on them sexy lil outfits and walkin past me don’t you mama?”

a small smirk crept towards his lips at the sight of your surprised eyes, how did he know? geto could tell what you were thinking without having to ask you, his hand moving towards your clit as he continued. “been wantin daddy t’beg you t’stay right?” you slowly nodded your head, words stuck in your throat as you gave your boyfriend pleading eyes. geto coo’d at this, only thrusting himself into you harder before leaning down and leaving light kisses on your lips, cheeks, and neck. “please stay baby, let me fuck this pussy all day n’make you feel good. can i do that f’you ma?” as his begs came to an end he began to leave sloppy kisses all over your neck, moving his hips faster into you as he felt his second release approaching.

geto’s voice always made you feel a way, but the deep, gravelly tone mixed with sweet begs he made just pushed you over the edge. your legs shook as you felt your release rush out of you wetting not only the couch, but the both of your bodies now carried a wet shine. “f-fuck papa” you moaned, your back arching off the couch as you watched your boyfriend continue to fuck you to chase his release. a small whimper fell from your lips, “i know pretty, but you gon be here awhile. m’not letting you off this couch until we make up for all the days you left me on the couch, dressed all pretty n shit.” before you could think you were laid on your stomach, your ass getting pulled high in the air by strong, inked hands before geto slowly thrusted back into you. his hands slowly sliding up and down your back before pushing it down to the cushion.

“keep it just like that f’me mama we got a lot of time to make up”

i forgot to put geto in the poll so ima just post this now😭

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lonelyparty · 8 months

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You often prided yourself on knowing you best friends better than anyone. But seeing them both naked in front of you was something completely different.

They both have touched you before. Grabbing at your boobs or even a slap to the ass. As far as the other one knows.

You didn’t dare tell Suguru how Satoru had his tongue down your throat and proceeded to give you hickies in places that only he can see. You didn’t dare tell Suguru how Satoru fingered you when he begged for that to be his birthday present.

You didn’t dare tell Satoru how Suguru likes to dry hump you on the road trips you all take. You didn’t dare tell Satoru how Suguru dropped to his knees and ate you out like his life depended on it.

You just didn’t dare to speak these things aloud. Even though they did things to you, they often went unspoken about after it happened. You never saw them naked even though they just about saw all of you.

So to see them both in your hotel room, naked. You didn’t know what to think. You didn’t think that they had this all planned. You didn’t think they were this sneaky.

no part two. stop asking.

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lonelyparty · 8 months

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oh im dead 😩😩😩

Closer

Choso x Reader Shotgunning fic

You giggle to yourself as you scroll through yet another TikTok video on the couch. As you adjust to fold your legs behind you, it welcomes your movement, hugging you close in its plushness. Every time you sit in it feels like the first time, the smooth velvet feeling just as new as the day it arrived. On the occasion you kick your past self in the ass for arguing with Choso about it being “too much,” to which he interpreted as a criticism on the style and not the price tag that had more numbers on it than a lottery ticket. Though nowadays you happily indulge in every luxury offered to you without hesitation at all.

“Breaking news—” you scroll past the video without much of a thought. Everything is “breaking news,” these days, and the range is vast. Either a dog found a lost child or another life-altering tragedy has struck the masses, and your mental health cannot take the risk right now. Your eyes flicker to the top of the screen. He’s late again. A large exhale accompanies a small stretch as you settle back into position, preparing yourself for the—

“Hey, I’m home.”

Fuck.

“Hey, bae!” you call back, trying to act casual. “How was work?” time travel doesn’t exist. It can’t, because if it did, you would’ve traveled back in time to kick your own ass before asking that stupid ass question.

Work was shit. It’s been shit for the past few weeks. You both knew that exceptionally well which is why you haven’t asked about it in a while. It’s either unhelpful, noncommittal grunts or the inevitable venting and occasional crying session. You’d never shame him for expressing his feelings, quite honestly you appreciate it. But with recent events, it’s the equivalent of someone asking if you’re fine on a day you are most definitely, absolutely, positutely not.

Though it does make you happy that he’s comfortable letting his walls down around you. For the most part anyway. To be quite fair, you’re not sure if he has the capacity for them sometimes. While most relationships must cross the hurdle of trusting and learning, Choso’s issue has often been “being.”

He’s lived as a curse for over a hundred and fifty years. It’s unfathomable to you how the transition to personhood would even begin. Wikihow holds many things, but a tutorial on that, it does not. While you both understand that separating his being so starkly between the two components of his being is not ideal, it’s still endearing to see him engage in his more human nature.

With that it’s been feeling emotions beyond the protectiveness and care he has for his brothers, understanding its complexities and the nuances of it all. It’s been learning how to put it in words and understanding that not all of them can be. It’s been a series of you doing your best to explain to him why certain things made you feel the way you did, and why others did not invoke much emotion at all. It’s so much for something you’ve never had to think much about at all, but seeing him try is something that captures your heart every time.

You reach over to the side table on your right, opening the small compartment to pull out the emotion card pack. It has ones that start on basics like, “happy, mad, sad,” and so on, and progressively addresses more complex ones. It’s been very useful these past few weeks.

You can hear his boots hitting the ground with thuds you can lightly feel through the flooring. He’s mad. Really mad.

The shoes hit the ground in carelessness. He stands in the archway at the entrance of the house, while you await quietly in the sitting room. Though every movement is amplified in volume as it bounces off the ridiculously high ceilings. You can hear him take off his outer coat, unzipping it carelessly and hearing the zipper jangle as he tosses it to the ground. His footsteps become a lot quieter as he finally joins you. Wordless.

“Hey,” you try again, your voice soft and inviting. You put your phone down and get up to wrap your arms around him. He puts his hand out to stop you, and you quickly sit back down. He doesn’t even look in your direction as he makes his way to the wing chair to the left of the couch you’re in, plopping down in his full weight.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you offer carefully.

“You got a blunt?” he asks, glancing at the side table near his seat.

Oh he’s mad mad.

“I can roll one for you.” a grunt of approval is all you need before you get everything out. Though the initial hand in your face used to have you briefly wonder who he thought he was in the past, after hearing what went on in the personal wreck room you two shared, you began to understand that this was only for your protection.

As you fill the grinder you can’t help but wonder what transpired. Part of you is curious as to what would put him in this foul of a mood, but another part of you wants to give him the space until he’s ready. Since embracing his more human side, getting a job was a little… difficult to say the least. After a few failed attempts at customer service, he eventually decided to go into the world of jujutsu sorcery.

Sometimes you wonder if it was a mistake.

First was the issue of his classification. Was he a curse? A sorcerer? An abomination? Both of you hated that he had to “choose.” Neither of you brought up his youngest brother, but wondered if he’d had a similar upbringing if anyone would ask him questions like these at all.

Next was the issue of the workplace and workload. He often went out on missions on his own as a special grade… something. This was mostly fine, but on the occasional pairing or team assignment, “less refined,” sorcerers you’d say, would make all their reservations about him known. They’d shamelessly inquire about things you couldn’t fathom asking of anyone, all while cowering behind him when shit hit the fan.

The conversation on how he feels “exorcising” cursed spirits for a living was left between him and his therapist.

It was days like these that left him in the foul mood he’s in right now.

As you go through with wrapping up, you see him take his ponytails out, making your heart skip a beat. You shamelessly oggle him as he removes his vest and drops it on the floor beside him. He then takes his upper half out of the robe and leans back a bit, sighing. You trace his body with your eyes, going over every rise and divot of his abdomen and chest. His hands swallow the ends of the armrests and you’re just imagining them around your—

“You done?”

“Huh?”

“If you can ‘huh’ you can hear,” he says flatly, head thrown back. He spreads his legs to get more comfortable. He flips one hand palm up, waiting.

Choso is kind. Choso is sweet. He is gentle and he is patient. He’s also hot as fuck when he is not.

You will yourself to focus, placing the blunt in his hand when you’re done. It almost looks comically small. Once he holds it properly you light it and sit back down on the couch. He’ll talk when he’s ready.

You watch the end light up as he takes a drag, his chest slowly rising and falling as he does. You sigh to yourself as you really mentally punish yourself for all of the unhinged thoughts that are racing through your head right now. Hell, speaking of head—

“Did you see the news?”

“Hm?” you perk up and away from your delusions.

“You heard me.”

Your chest starts to heat up. “Uh, no. Did it—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupts before taking another long drag. He puffs out small circles to entertain himself before blowing the rest out his nose. He’s quiet like that for a bit, slowly coming down as he reaches his high.

Once you realize your own breaths have become short, you decide to stop being such a whore and go back to watching your For You Page. You don’t get two videos in before he connects his own phone to the surround sound system, just loud enough for you to not hear your own phone. You sigh in slight annoyance and get up to go get your earbuds.

As you return you see him facing forward now, hair caging his face. Through his strands you can see his blood mark now extending down his face, points extending from the lines like barbed wire. Something inside of you cowers ever so slightly — not in fear, but as a natural reaction once realizing you’re prey.

He points in between his legs without a word, his head hung low as he looks up at you ever so slightly. Your legs obey him almost instinctively before you can think about it, placing you gingerly between his thighs. You seiza style, looking up at him. If your heart weren’t so loud in your ears you’d be able to hear the lyrics of the song that’s just started.

You let me violate you.

A smirk tugs at his lips briefly before letting his face drop back down. He runs his hand down the side of your face, his callouses feel almost featherlight the way he’s touching you. His hand trails down to your shoulder, playing with your spaghetti strap top. He snaps it against you once. Twice.

You let me desecrate you.

He blatantly oggles your chest for a moment. You can see the gears turning in his head and try to even your breathing, feeling your head fill with fantasies of your own.

You let me penetrate you.

Maybe it’s just your imagination, but he slightly shifts after that line, his thighs tensing ever so slightly. You keep your hands in your lap as you wait, trying not to bite your lip to give away your anticipation.

You let me complicate you.

He brings his hand back up to your hair, massaging your scalp through short, coily hair. You’d recently gotten a summer cut and he couldn’t seem to ever keep his hands out of it. It feels soothing enough though, causing you to lean into his touch. You let out a soft moan as if to disguise it as being conjured from the innocent touch and not the mess happening in your underwear right now. Your eyes close to let you focus on the sensation, or rather, many sensations.

He gets closer, caging you between his thighs just a bit. His fingers entangle themselves in your hair and guide your head’s movements, causing you to open your eyes. You can feel your nails dig into your palms as you try to resist grabbing him right then and there. He hasn’t closed the distance between you two, but his presence is almost overwhelming.

He scrunches his nose to sniffle for a moment before saying a single word. “Open.”

By now your nipples are definitely poking through your shirt, throbbing and need for attention, as well as other parts of you. You shift a little to get even the slightest bit of friction to no avail, and listen without question. You open your mouth and watch as he takes another drag before bringing his face ever so slightly closer. Not close enough in your opinion. He pulls your head back and blows the smoke into mouth, nice and slow. With a brief view before he brings you all the way back, you catch his hooded eyes and nearly moan at the sight. You sit still and take it all in, swearing the warmth is from the smoke and not the primal desire you have for him.

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

He pulls your head down and gives a noncommittal chuckle with a fleeting smirk, only to return to his default “bored” looking expression. “Good.”

I wanna feel you from the inside.

He leans back in his chair, bringing the blunt to his lips again. “Choso—”

I wanna fuck you like an animal.

He brings his hand up to stop you before you finish.

My whole existence is flawed.

He pats his lap — an invitation you desperately take, already feeling that he’d been holding back just as much as you with a swelling on his thigh.

You get me closer to god.

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this is my second ever character x reader fic, but i like this one wayyyyy better! i hope someone enjoys, it was a lot of fun!

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