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Yandere Bachira/ Yandere Shidou + Obsessing Over Their Agent

Giving into their egos at the end of Blue Lock, they're used to getting everything they wanted and what they wanted next...was their cute little agent who handled their public relations and contracts♡

Characters: Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei

Bachira:

"You're staring again."

Bachira blinks at your words, dazed as he slowly was brought back to reality. Huh, he must've zoned out staring at your face again. Your sharp (e/c) eyes focused on your phone, your stoic expression making his heart beat a bit more quickly in his chest, and your hair which was all fixed up and neat was just begging for his fingers to come through it with how it looked. He tilted his head to the side cutely and closed his eyes, flashing you his most charming smile.

"Can you blame me?" He chuckled, moving his way over to you. With lightning fast reflexes, you stuck your foot up in the air to stop him while still focusing on your task at hand as he whined and tried to pinch your cheek. He pouted after a few unsuccessful minutes and frowned, "Aw! You're no fun, (Y/n)-chan!"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but you did respond to him.

"Sir, don't be misinformed; this relationship is purely professional. I am your agent, you are my client. That is all." You spoke sternly to him as if he were a child, "Now, let's get you ready for that commercial shoot."

Just a client, huh?

Bachira sighs and holds his chest where his heart would be and looks at you with his big yellow puppy dog eyes: "That hurts, (Y/n)! After everything we've been through!"

Again, his attempts were met with silence and he frowned, seeing that you were still focused on your phone. That's not fair, (Y/n), so many people would've absolutely killed to be in your shoes in this moment and you have the audacity to brush him off? Fine, he'll just have to make it clear that there was no one else but you.

- He makes everything difficult for everyone if it doesn't involve you, he's still likeable, but everyone just talks about how he's a bit too energetic to stay still. You can't tell how many times make up crews, directors, and training coaches or even other players had to shyly come up to you and make Bachira comply with their wishes because "he behaves when you're around".

- Many times Bachira tries to make it appear you two are a couple; telling you that he loves you as you do his foundation for his upcoming interviews, excitedly running at you in between commercial breaks to ask you if he did well, and often wanting to take you out for casual outings as celebration but you declined. You didn't want to feed into whatever delusion he had in his head about you two.

- You tried to be a bit personal and suggest he try out some sports modeling, casually mentioning how a current model heart throb was interested in collaborating with him in hopes that it'd be enough to get him to move on but he frowned and shook his head. NO! He's not posing for pictures with anyone, especially not for some random model, if its not you!

- Even though you're in charge of his social media; he will still post pictures of you to his own account, admiring how cute you are when you're in the zone, or just captioning the photo with a simple: "Mine♥️💕" and even though you tell him to delete those photos everytime, you feel a bit uneasy when you realize you didn't even notice him pulling out his phone and getting these photos until he tagged you in them. You just hope he doesn't have anymore photos of you that you didn't know about.

- Bachira is without a doubt obsessive, he gets giddy when you call him because he believes one of these days you'll wake up and realize you love him back just as much, only to be slightly dissapointed when you are merely calling him to discuss contract details. That's fine, though! One of these days you're going to have to face the reality that you two were meant to be together♡

- You're just like him after all! It's just that you want to dominate a different field than him. Your goals are similar, be the best that Japan has to offer, making sure that Bachira succeeds on and off the field helps ensure your own success, and while you didn't want to deal with his annoying behavior all the time; it'd be a foolish choice to quit working for him. You think that he knows that too because he'll always try to test the waters of your relationship, never really believing your threats of switching to a different player.

- Because even if you didn't love him, you needed him, just as he needed you. Surely you'll end up loving him back, though, after all: there was no one else in his eyes besides you. So he'll work hard to be the best, not just for Japan, but for you. Each goal he makes, he looks at you and sees the briefest smile on your face and it drives him wild the rest of the game to keep scoring and scoring.

- Don't think you've tamed the monster inside of him, though. Because it'll never be truly satisfied until it finally has you. All of you.

Shidou:

"Why're you buying flowers for that asshole?"

You felt a shiver go up your spine, feeling Shidou's sharp chin resting on your shoulder and feeling his warm breath on the back of your right ear, he was still a little sweaty from his daily drills and workouts...technically, he should've been working out still but his fitness coaches knew the moment you stepped into the room that he wouldn't be able to focus on anything but you.

"Technically, you're buying him flowers," You corrected, moving away from him. He raised an eyebrow but kept a deadpan face as you turned around to explain to him, "Shido, you're already controversial. You played way too hard and broke that man's ankle. Sending flowers is the least you could do."

Aw, give him some credit...he could've done a lot worse if he wanted too but he managed to restrain himself from doing that, all for you. Plus, it was entirely the other guy's fault anyways. That asshole was eyeing you up and down when you weren't looking and jokingly told Ryusei that he wished he had an agent that was as hot as you were instead of his current old and grumpy one. Shido knew he had the best things: the best cars, the best shoes, the best career a soccer player could ask for...but you were different. You were one of the things he had that made him the best, flipping his controversies into picturing him as this passionate player whose just motivated to represent his country, but you were meant for only him to admire. Everyone else is allowed to stare at you two with envy and jealously but that's ALL.

"I'm not sending him no damn flowers and neither are you." He scoffed, taking your phone from your hand and canceling the order. You frowned and tried to grab it back from him, he raised it above his head am to force you to reach for it and when you raised one arm and stood on both your tippy toes, he used his free arm to hook it around your waist and pull you close to him. Pining you against the wall, his pink eyes focused on you in a way that a predator would eye its prey.

"Quit thinkin' about some nobody player. You're MY agent."

- Before you, Shidou went through a lot of agents. Agents who quit on the spot because he was impossible to work with, agents who just stormed out of the doors because they couldn't take anymore, agents who still badmouth him to the public and feeding into his reputation.

- Then you walked in through those doors. Steely gazed, chin up and proud. You were cute, that's for sure, but you weren't gonna be any different then the rest of them. At least, thats what he had originally thought. You never lost your mind over the way he played, you never complained about how he was making your job impossible, and you never lost your cool.

- You were a professional at your job, you knew how to make him appeal to the audience and frame him in a better light while also making sure he didn't have to change too much...because he would never change. So you would work with what you had, how did the saying go? There's no such thing as bad publicity.

- Unlike Bachira, you just being there isn't gonna make him behave. If you're gonna make him do some lame ass photoshoot then he better be getting something out of it. At first it was just things like arranging a deal with a brand he liked, setting up a soccer match with some good players only for him to absolutely ruin them. He started to like you because of those things.

- However it escalated one day when he asked for something that took you off gaurd. A kiss. It was for an interview and he refused to let anyone touch him so they all ran crying to you, he instantly looked at you as you put a gentle hand on his shoulder and asked him what he wanted this time so you both could get through this.

- He didn't even really think about it either, he was a little shocked when he said it himself but he was just mesmerized by your lips that he wondered what it'd be like to kiss them. So he wanted to find out. You were flustered, rightfully so and tried to bargain with him but he was dead set on that kiss...oh well...it was one measly kiss. So you kissed his cheek and he frowned, not exactly what he wanted but you did give him what he wanted technically.

- But yeah, that just kinda sparked his obsession with you and his obsession isn't what you should be concerned about. It's his possessive nature, you work for him so you belong to him. He doesn't like you talking to other people most of the time, constantly grabbing your phone and hanging up important calls when the conversation goes somewhere he doesn't like or deems isn't as important as him.

- Shidou knows he doesn't love you but love isn't exactly on either of your radars since your focused on your career, which only does well as long as Shido's does well. It doesn't stop him from looking at you tying his tie for him, imagining you doing something more intimate than a mere kiss on the cheek, to take you out on fancy dates and buy you nice things and all the crap (he's tried before but you always refuse) and when he wakes up in the morning, he wonders how different it would be if you were next to him. He might love you but overall, it's a matter of possession. You belong to him. No one else.

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sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.

tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.

some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.

reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.

some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.

it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.

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HoYoFair| Toy Salesman

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🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series

visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real choso in?

classifications: huge mommy kinks, calls reader mommy, dommy mommy!reader, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, manipulative reader, begging, teasing, virgin, creampies, masturbation, panty theft/sniffing/munching, cunalingus, pussy drunk choso, dumbification, slight mentions of menophilia, mentions of aged-up yuji and todo (they give choso “the talk” lmfao).

incidents: 6.9k

You felt bad about this.

You really did. 

Although apparently not enough to actually keep you from teasing your half-cursed roommate, pushing him to the point where moisture shines in his wide, puppy-like eyes.

Standing behind the door of your apartment, you pretend you don’t know the Choso before you is not actually a doppelgänger—so convincingly, in fact, that Choso has even begun to question his own sense of self. 

“B-But, b-but—I t-think, ah no! I promise it’s really me. I can’t be the curse! I-I mean—wait, I am a curse—but only half! D-Don’t you recognize me??”

Worry edges Choso’s voice while his bottom lip quivers.

Damn, Choso just looks too cute, all forlorn and pouty. You can barely stand it.

“Nah, sounds like you’re copping pleas to me, doppelgänger.”

You nearly give yourself away too, stifling a small mewl from watching his adorable lil’ face crumble, blinking back tears. 

While you didn’t intend to make him cry, your pussy is now crying too. Moisture dampening your panties from finally releasing some of the twisted cuteness aggression you’ve been bottling up for so long.

Your half-curse roommate was just too baby-girl for his own damned good—how could you possibly resist toying with him a little?

With that, you decide to take things up a notch.

“Um, are you sure you’re who you say you are? Because my boyfriend, Choso, is already home!”

“B-B-BOY-F-F-FRIEND?!”

Choso’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, blushing furiously and practically choking on the word itself.

EEEEE! Too precious! 

You quickly cup your hand over your mouth hoping he couldn’t hear your giggles through the door.

Truthfully, you and Choso were just roommates.

Neither of you had come close to crossing any lines in the 10 months you’ve lived together. Your cohabitation has been entirely platonic thus far—to your dismay. 

Choso was unbelievably sexy and it makes him even sexier knowing how oblivious he was to it. However, Choso’s obliviousness is a problem in itself. Every subtle hint you drop seems to go right over his head. He was still so new to the ways of living as an everyday human and thus he interpreted everything in the most innocently unaware way possible.

You had no idea if Choso actually had any romantic inclinations towards you, but watching him get all flustered at the thought of dating you then cheesin’ like a goof only encourages the game you’re playing to continue.

You’d end this charade soon—you promise—but you just needed to mess with him a bit more. He’d been gone for almost two weeks, temporarily staying with Yuji back in the Jujutsu High dorms. You’ve been so lonely at home without him, which of course you use to justify your teasing by saying how he owed you this tiny bit of entertainment.

And it's entertaining as hell.

“You mean you don’t even know that Choso and I have been dating for 3 months!? You’re a horrible doppelgänger, you know that? I thought you’d be more convincing than this.”

On the other side of the door Choso was close to losing his entire shit. He had no idea how to process any of this information—unequivocally not having the slightest clue you’re purely fucking with him.

“D-Dating!? 3 m-months!?!”

Choso chews on his lip, trying to churn his exhausted thoughts together. 

When did this happen!? 

He’d been away hunting doppelgänger curses with Yuji practically non-stop for 2 weeks, he’s exhausted from the sheer number of doppels they exterminated and can’t think straight. He didn’t expect to come home to you accusing him of being one—let alone calling him your boyfriend!

Boyfriend. 

That title continued to pinball in Choso’s mind. 

He wanted to get closer to you for such a long time too, but didn’t know how exactly to go about it, all the social aspects of humanity being brand new to him—especially dating.

Not like he’d ever thought about living a normal life or dating living as a curse. Not until he started working for Jujutsu Tech and Yuji suggested he try living a bit more independently. You, one of the many assistant managers and Yuji’s friend, just happened to be in need of a roommate at the time. Being familiar with the Jujutsu world, you weren’t put off by him being a half-curse, quite the opposite. You’d been so helpful, always cheerful and kind, guiding him through any rough patches and helping him in a way similar to how Yuji does.

Yet it didn’t take long for Choso to realize he felt things about you he’d never experienced with anyone else, not even his brothers. 

The desire to constantly be around you and protect you was similar to how he felt about Yuji but with you it just didn’t stop there. Choso wanted to touch you, he wanted to hold you and he desperately wanted to be held by you too. 

Simultaneous to his budding affections for you—Choso realized the persistent pattern of his cock stiffening terribly when you’d casually roam around the apartment in your pjs. PJs that consisted of curve-clinging bottoms and braless crop-tops that would show the exact outline of your pussyprint along with every slight jiggle of tiddy from your movements.

Confused, Choso immediately went to Yuji with his problem—divulging everything. 

It took about 10 minutes for Yuji and Todo (who happened to be with Yuji at the time) to stop laughing before Yuji finally explained that it was a perfectly normal reaction to seeing a pretty girl dressed in so little. 

“Ha! Damn, seeing that juicy ass in tiny shorts everyday? You are truly blessed brother.”

Choso frowned, going silent. 

He secretly hated when Todo referred to him as brother—only him and Yuji were brothers. 

Moreover, the sinister urge to release piercing blood right through Todo’s tiny peanut head had startled Choso. Choso wasn’t one quick to anger and Todo’s comment wasn’t a threat or an insult by any means—but Choso still didn’t like it, even if he agreed with the sentiment. The last thing he wanted you to do, even to his own torment, was to cover up.

Although admittedly, Choso had seen lots of beautiful women wearing even less on the social media apps Yuji had him download. However, the faint notions of attraction were never as intense as when he was around you.

Not even close.

He didn’t know what to do about that. 

Especially after Yuji had warned Choso that it would be inappropriate to let you see any of the many erections Choso got while in your presence. Continuing to say that unless you felt the same way, it would make you uncomfortable and the only reason you did dress that way around him in the first place is because you are comfortable with him.

Todo on the other hand had a different approach and suggested to Choso he “accidentally” drop his towel in front of you after getting out of the shower.

Face red with embarrassment, Choso pointedly ignored that advice.

Making you uncomfortable was the last thing Choso wanted to risk. 

Choso didn’t want to be any more of a burden to you after you had so graciously helped him over these past months, so he never made any of his affections for you known and certainly wouldn’t be able to recognize if you felt the same way. 

Consequently, he would always quickly excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of the issue, anytime it happened to ‘pop up’. 

Literally. 

He was only glad right now that he couldn’t see you in them calling him your boyfriend or he would surely get hard, hell he was starting to regardless.

Choso is thoroughly perplexed, yet his next question is so innocent you nearly moan out from the sheer cluelessness of it all.

“A-A—Are we really dating—y-you and I? I-I mean, you actually wanted to d-date someone like me?”

Okay, now.

Now would be the perfect time to come clean. 

You’d had your fun right?

You could tell he was starting to take this seriously and it wouldn’t be harmless for much longer if you kept this up. 

You honestly don’t even know what’s gotten into you. This sudden wave of aggression feels out of character for you. You’ve never had any inclination to be so pushy or dominant—in fact, you’ve been referred to as a pillow princess in past relationships.

Yet with Choso it was different and had been since the beginning. The urge to encourage him felt so natural—manifesting as a strange bubbling in your chest whenever he had a doleful look of wide-eyed wonderment, head tilted slightly to the side from processing new information. 

God, it was a mixture of pride, joy and endearment that intensified in such a way you just wanted to make him cry—and it’s the exact same look he has right now you note gazing out of the peephole. 

Your legs rub together, but the shifting of your thighs wasn’t near enough stimulation for your repressed lust. You resisted the compulsions that would sprout to tease or taunt him for far too long and it was all spilling out now.

“Of course, we are Cho! Well me and the real Choso—you’re clearly just a doppelgänger or you wouldn’t be asking your girlfriend that.”

You are the absolute worst. 

“Oh, r-right…”

Choso stops, trailing off mid-sentence when he is finally hit with a revelation. 

But if you two were in fact dating did that mean—

Choso swallows hard, recalling all the accounts Yuji and Todo sent him full of videos (twitter porn) of what two people do together when they ‘date’. Yuji also told him though, if he’d go out to bars with him and Todo he’d likely have no issue finding a girl who’d also do it with him—even if they weren’t dating.

But Choso declined. 

He wasn't interested in doing those things with anyone else—he only wanted to do those things with you.

—wait but….could he really *gulps* with you?

Choso breaks into a anxious sweat.

The problem in his pants had been getting worse lately. To the point he had been excusing himself twice a night to settle down his cock and would try to sit on the furthest end of the sofa during movie nights with a pillow over his crotch. 

Although to his torturous agony, somehow you always seemed to find your way over to his side. By the end of the movie you’d be curled up to him with your head on the pillow in his lap over his erection that would have been throbbing all the while. 

But dating?

Were you actually dating all this time and he’d been too clueless to recognize it? 

Choso didn’t know how it started or what all it entailed but he definitely felt like the worst boyfriend in the world for not realizing it sooner! 

He needed to talk to you about that and apologize—but first he needed to convince you it was actually him.

“B-But roomie—please, it’s really me!”

You smirk, getting another mischievous idea.

Roomie, eh? Heehee.

You and Choso call each other ‘roomie’ in the same affectionate way close friends would call each other ‘bestie’—but this too you would use against him as you’re too far on a roll to stop now.

“Roomie?! Nah, my boyfriend Choso only calls me Mommy.”

“MA-MA-MOMMY!?!”

Choso grabs his chest over his heart, and begins muttering something you can’t quiet here, prompting you to consider if a part of his brain has shut down. 

Well, a piece of yours surely did.

All your thoughts are now controlled by the growing ache between your thighs.

You wish you could tackle him to the ground and ride him until he can't cum anymore and his pleas for you to stop melt into submissive whimpers as your pussy would continue to milk him.

While you might not have confirmation if Choso has feelings for you, you can plainly see he’s not repulsed by it at least.

Even so, intrusive pessimistic thoughts creep in, making you wonder if you’re simply too much for him. He’s already been so jumpy around you lately—more than usual—to the point where you worry you might be making him uncomfortable.

Maybe you haven’t been as good with keeping your cruel urges suppressed as you think?

Choso has been keeping a bit more distance too whenever you try to get too close. You know he’s still so naive to the ways of the world, and even if you are teasing him now, the last thing you want is to make him feel taken advantage of.

After all, you genuinely consider both him and Yuji friends—especially since letting Choso stay with you was originally a favor to Yuji.

However, a part of you secretly thinks Yuji may have had some vendetta against you—because why else would he have gifted his older brother those gray sweatpants and black compression tees for xmas? 

Choso didn’t wear underwear often either, especially when around the house—and a person would have to be blind not to see how fat his cock was just flaccid against his thighs.

So yeah, you did start wearing less and less around him, the boy shorts you wore a few weeks ago might as well have been panties from how far they rode up your crack to let the bottom of your ass cheeks poke out of them.

But Choso, even with that, still wouldn’t look your way for too long. 

You sigh.

Alright you had your fun, you’d—

“I-I’m real, I know how to p-prove it!”

Seconds away from stepping back to open the door and barrier, you're speechless as your eyes widen with recognition. The solid blue and tan print cotton material Choso tearfully pulls from his sleeve definitely belong to you.

YOUR RILAKKUMA PERIOD PANTIES!?

“A f-fake Choso wouldn’t have t-these!”

The words spill out of his lips as he looks down at his feet in shame.

Your eyes haven’t dilated from the size of saucers as Choso reveals undeniable proof that he’s the real deal. How else would he have found those heavily soiled teddy bear granny panties you’d hidden so well at the bottom of the laundry basket? You’d stashed them there weeks ago, right before he came home earlier than expected—just before you could wash them. 

You hadn’t even realized they were missing!

*Sniff* “M’s-so s-sorry M-Mommy, I-I know i-tt’s wrong—j-just miss you s’much when *sniff* m’gone for so l-long… n’these smell s’much like you n’have your b-blood on ‘em a-and—”

Is this real life!?

Choso’s mournful apologies are blubbering out of him a mile a minute but your thoughts go to hell at the debauched truth. Taking shallow breaths, you’re mindlessly caressing the pads of your fingers over your clothed cunt, eager to relieve any of the ache.

“—Uh—um, C-Choso, baby…?”

Even though he’s still rambling, your voice quiets him.

“Y-yeah, Mommy?”

Fuck! 

The hand stroking over your pussy urgently fumbles under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rub on your clit directly now.

He couldn’t just call you Mommy like this and expect you not to be soaked! (Even if it’s your fault he is).

Silently praying that Choso couldn’t hear the soft clicking of your fingers sliding inside your drooling folds to play with your slippery lil’ bud.

Yeah, you were horrible alright—yet you were also horny as hell. 

An unexpected turn of events for sure, but there’s no way you couldn’t see this through now. Especially now that he was full on calling you ‘Mommy’ and had just admitted to stealing your panties! 

So he’d liked you all this time after all?! 

Finding out more was becoming an essential need akin to breathing air.

“T-Tell Mommy something, yeah Cho baby? W-What exactly do you do with Mommy’s panties?”

Looking at his feet, the embarrassment on Choso’s face speaks for itself as he turns his back to the door in shame.

Likewise, you peel yourself from behind the door, leaning against the adjacent wall for additional support as your other hand hurriedly pushes up your top to tweak at your nipples. 

Getting off on the mere mental image of his chagrin and the pitiful whimpers you can hear through the door as Choso starts explaining through his tearful sobs his filthy thieving actions.

Shit—he’s such a horney little freak about it too!

Choso reluctantly admits that due to his heightened senses of being a half-curse he can always smell when you’re bleeding (Yuji also had to assure him there was nothing wrong with you).

Once he’d discovered the pair you left in the basket, Choso couldn’t help himself. 

And they weren’t the first pair he’d taken either. 

Choso had pilfered many sets of your undies to sniff while he hurriedly jerked his cock. Admitting to you sometimes just being around you for too long causes him to get hard. He’d rush to the bathroom and dig through your laundry, scouring for a pair of your panties or thongs like a mad man before resting them directly over his lips and nose. Finally at ease, the bathroom was his refuge and Choso ultimately would bathe his senses in your scent more than he would use the bathroom to actually bathe his body. 

Never lasting too long, Choso would cum all over his trembling hands from perversely sniffing and tonguing down the dirtied gusset of your panties.

If there were times Choso thought he was being too noisy, he’d stuff them in his mouth entirely. Sucking out the sweet tang of your cunt from the fibers and imagining it was your actual pussy his mouth was full of instead. 

Being the considerate roomie he is though, Choso would always clean them. Your panties would be returned to you, washed and folded and placed in your drawer before you could notice them missing.

Near hyperventilating now, Choso’s face is saturated in tears. He's so scared of your reaction. Surely, even if you two were dating you’d still hate him for the huge violation of privacy.

But if he’d known you were dating before, he’d have at least asked you for permission! 

“...M-M-Mommy—are you mad?”

Mad? 

Well you were madly finger popping your pussy to his depraved as fuck confession, if that counted as mad.

By the end of his perverse admission of guilt, you had slid all the way down to the floor. Trying to bite back cries as you are two fingers deep into your cunt. Pumping your soaked digits in and out of your pussy. No longer able to hold back, you are moaning aloud. 

“AHH, FUHH!”

The steamy twisted visions in your mind replay over and over, imagining him in those stupidly sexy gray sweats stroking himself while munching your panties like a fiend. 

Truthfully, the fantasy is doing you in badly and trumped everything else for you.

You haven't been this wet in ages and if he was getting off to your panties, it’s only fair you got off to him owning up to it—right?

“Um, M-Mommy…are y-you okay?”

Choso’s brow furrows when you don’t respond. 

Turning back around, he listens intently for any reply. Head cocking to the side when Choso can only hear muffled cries and the messy sounds of something wet squelching behind the door.

Suddenly, a cold panic sets in for Choso—you said he was already home! 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Choso had been so focused on the whole boyfriend and dating reveal he’d completely overlooked that very important detail. He'd been with Yuji for the past week, so it couldn’t have been him, it had to be—a doppel.

You had let in a doppelganger?

Was he in there with you now?

Were you hurt? Is that why you weren’t answering him?

You didn’t sound hurt before but you certainly do now…well maybe not hurt exactly, but extremely distressed at the very least.

“MOMMY, ANSWER ME!!!”

Choso’s anxious cry did capture your attention but unfortunately only fueled the sense of urgency in your fingers thrusting messily into your sopping cunt.

Holy shit—and the wretchedly pathetic way he just called you ‘Mommy?’ 

You know you’re so fucked up for getting off on tormenting poor Choso like this, but his confession was so fucking hot and pretty fucked all on its own. 

There’s no way in hell you could stop now!

How long has it been even since you last orgasm? You couldn’t even remember, your head floating in the haze of a thick pleasurable fog. Regardless the actual length of time the answer was still that it had been too fucking long. 

“AH-AH—SHIIIIIIIT!” 

So close!

Your hand pulling at your nipples joins your other down your pants. The fingers not plunging in your tight slippery core are scrawling urgent cursive patterns over your sensitive nub, unconsciously spelling out Choso’s name on your clit over and over.

Your toes curl as you chew on your lip, the rope in your belly pulls taunt ready to snap when—

BAMMMMMM!!!

Choso barrels through the door and barrier—flowing red scale activated. 

The door itself barely hangs on its hinges as it ricochets back into place (yeah that was def coming out of your deposit for sure).

Scaring you half to death, orgasm thwarted, you can only stare at Choso as rage you’d never seen before is etched all over his face. Yet still his concern for you is evident in rapid fire questions he shoots at you faster than you can even process with your mind still swimming in your lingering arousal.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“WHERE IS HE?!”“DID HE HURT YOU?!”

“HE HURT YOU—I’LL KILL ‘EM!”

Pacing around your apartment frantically, Choso abruptly comes to a stop once he senses that you are the only two in the apartment. 

There’s no doppelganger terrorizing you.

The both of you are panting—Choso from his battle-ready stance, blood congealing off the edges of the vivid crimson barbed arrows on his flustered cheeks—and you, panting from the shock of him bursting through the door, making your core to clench and pulse to the beat of your skyrocketing heart rate.

Stuck like a deer in headlights, you swallow thickly. You’re not sure how much time passes—it feels like hours, though it’s likely only been a few minutes. 

Regaining enough of your wits to remember the compromising position you are in, you slowly begin to pull your hands out of your shorts. The movement catches Choso’s eye, his vision narrowing in on your hands and fixes on the glimpse he receives of the large moist spot leaking through your cute yellow sleep shorts.

“W-W-Wait!”

Breath stuttering in a bit of a tizzy, Choso drops to his knees before you the second it clicks what you were doing. All thoughts of your obvious lies gone, the arousing perfume wafting off your cunt slaps him upside the head and severely cripples his ability to process the entire situation. 

It smells so-so much more sweet and potent than the stale remnants he’d get from your used panties!

You remain all the while still against the wall, his bigger form towers over you, effectively trapping you between the surface and his massive erection. The hard-on Choso sports proudly pokes through his baggy hakama pants. Yet he's so transfixed on the moisture glimmering on your soft thighs, he doesn’t realize he’s even showing it off to you—you do notice, however, quite a lot.

Fuck, you’d never seen him hard before he was so big!  

“C-can I see?” 

Choso’s voice meekly squeaks out, his tone becoming pitchy as he chews on his bottom lip and wipes his slick clammy palms off on his pants.

Oh shit, he’s so fucking cute you could eat him right the fuck up.

And unknowingly Choso was thinking the same thing about you—wishing you’d let him in sooner.

Why were you doing this without him? 

He was your boyfriend right? He could have been helping you with this.

Did you think he’d not want to do this with you? 

Did you not want to do it with him?

Yet Choso doesn’t get the opportunity to voice any of these concerns as his mind turns to goo when your pink tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. Nodding affirmatively, you gently shimmy your pj shorts down.

Your heart is beating so hard in your ears right now.

You know a conversation needs to be had and that you have to tell him the truth—fess up and come clean. 

Although all of that seemed so small and irrelevant compared to the very large cock thumping against Choso’s thigh and the pertinent fluttering of your pussy—she’s not letting you forget how badly you still want to cum for a second.

If anything you were just happy more than anything he was just as big, if not a bigger, sexually repressed degenerate as you are.  The fact that you both wanted each other would be good enough for now which was more than evident in Choso’s eyes—crazed with excitement and following your every move.

He most definitely keenly whines like an injured puppy. As if the sight of you spreading your thick thighs open to reveal the pretty pair of mesh and silk panties, with a sizable expanding wet spot over your core, pains him and he trembles. 

“Mmm, is it okay if I…?”

Neither you nor Choso is quite sure what he’s asking permission for but you give it to him regardless.

Your body jumps slightly when you feel his shaky grasp touch your warm skin just above your knees. Trying to calm himself proves futile the higher Choso’s palms stumble upwards to rest on your inner thighs. 

The audible puff Choso breathes out seeing with his own eyes the pretty shape and color of your glistening cunt through the wet mesh material.

Lowering his face closer to your core, Choso unabashedly takes the biggest whiff of your lewd aroma. His eyes roll back as he moans sensually. His warm breath and flicks of his drool gust over your quivering cunt which has your hips eagerly tipping forward to offer yourself up to him on a platter.

“Cho?”

The neediness is evident in your wanton tone and Choso’s eyes perk up toward you, expectantly, wide-eyed obedience like a hungry dog before it's rewarded with a tasty treat.

“What you said you did to my panties, Cho?—m’do it like that baby.”

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

“OHHH GAWD—F-FUCK!”

Choso’s iron hold spreads your doughy thighs apart as his face imposes itself deeper into the fabric covering your creamy cunt, not allowing you to wiggle yourself loose. 

When you told Choso to eat you like he did your panties you didn’t expect he’d actually keep them on you!

You’re discovering just how much Choso liked chewing on your panties—on or off you apparently. You’d tease him for the fetish if he’d ever pause to come up for air and give your poor lil’ puss a break from the carnal torrent of his feverish tongue. 

Head bobbing back and forth in a rhythm all of its own, Choso is quite literally crying into your pussy, deliriously whimpering unintelligible praises of her—with no sign of stopping. At his complete mercy, your hands hold on to pigtails like reigns, except no amount of pulling gets Choso to put heel to his rampage—in fact it does the opposite.

Choso is obsessed with the whole of you—every shiver, twitch or cry he elicits from you encourages him to draw out even more.

How could he not be? 

Especially with the delectable dish before him consisting of your translucent soggy panties gluing itself to the exact shape of your smooth inner folds and puffy clit. Completely saturated, a build up of slick, spit and tears suds atop the mesh creating sloppy spit bubbles in the wake of his mouth’s crazed motions. Bubbles which Choso eagerly slurps up again like a man who's been parched for days. 

And truly he is—not wanting to remove his head between your heavenly thighs for even a moment lest he wake and discover this all to be a hallucination. He didn’t want to ever go back to only imagining this kind of bliss.

“Soooo g-good..GOD—S-Such…AH—g-good boy, Cho.”

Lost in the sauce of your sweet pussy, Choso gleefully continues—languid in his exploration but purposeful, you feel every flex of his dexterous muscle quivering in your pussy as he licks you from your swollen outer lips and into the folds of your inner labia. 

Choso commits every groove of your cunt to his memory. 

Only once you tense enough, arching your back and digging your nails into his cranium to push him towards her will Choso finally pay attention to your clit— his thick spongy tongue flattens, ensuring its soft bump texture scrapes across each and every nerve in your sensitive fleshy bundle. He’s feverishly making out with your bud to the point of making your actual mouth jealous.

Fuck, he was eating you like a pro and you haven’t even properly kissed him yet!

His skills are a total 180 degree shift from how novice he was just an hour earlier.

Obviously inexperienced, Choso’s first inclination was to latch his entire mouth over your clothed cunt, sucking and licking aimlessly, which honestly tickled at first more than anything.

Yet being the fast-learning good boy he is, Choso takes your instructions as well as your nonverbal cues to heart. Checking in with you often, his eyes darted up to you with innocent coos of ‘How does it feel, Mommy?’ reverberating into your core. 

Not only does Choso take direction well, he proactively improvises. 

You weren’t expecting him to start humming on your clit when you instructed him to suck it directly. Playing you like a harmonica, shaking his head and alternating between sucking and blowing. The insane waves vibrated into your cunt to stimulate every single pleasure point. 

You’d never gotten eaten out so desperately before, let alone with your underwear still on!

More caring with your pleasure than his own, Choso has already pulled two mind-bending orgasms out of you. Dining on your savory cunt like it's his last meal, Choso’s greediness while drowning in your pussy is steadily taking you to number three. 

To say Choso is pussy-drunk at the moment would be a massive understatement. 

Choso is worshiping you like he had found God in your gooey lips and as far as he was concerned he has. Relentlessly grinding against the floor, shuddering and moaning into your cunt he’d gladly pray into your pussy as much as you’d let him, swirling his tongue as far as he could into your cute hole winking against your soggy panties. 

From the noises he makes you think he’s already found enough pleasure of his own to soil his pants.

And you’re absolutely right.

Frantically rubbing his dick against your shared apartment’s plush carpet, the absolute elation he feels to finally taste you after all this time combined with the scratchy friction of the fibers prove too much for his needy virgin cock to bear. 

Nevertheless, that doesn’t slow him, uncaring about the uncomfortable stickiness caking between his legs when his head is still very occupied between yours.

“Shiiiit, ah—fuh—W-waiiiit, baby…Chos—OH!”

Stomach clenching, eye rolling ecstasy takes over when his canine accidentally swiped over your overstimmed clit. The tension finally snaps and your legs jerk with the prickly pleasure of tingles running through them. Your lashes splash away the stream of tears filling your eyes from the third orgasm Choso has studiously pulled from you.  

Choso shows no sign of stopping and while you’d happily let your little eater go to town on you all night, your pussy is screaming at you—you needed him to fill her up.

It takes all your strength to pry Choso’s face out of your cunt. His flushed cheeks are drenched and he appears dazed, a dreamy gaze in his eyes before distress instantly etches his features upon realizing he wasn’t suffocating himself in your pussy any longer.

“Nooo, Mommy pleaaaasuh! She’s s’p-pretty n s’creamy—s’wet… l-let me go back, kay?”

His deranged affectionate whines spur you to tug on his hair harder, keeping his attention focused on your face as you pose to him the question that has him ready to cum in his pants all over again.

“I know Cho, your mouth is s’good at getting Mommy’s pussy messy. But baby, don’t you wanna wet your dick in your girlfriend’s pussy next?”

Dumbstruck, Choso never considered that an option. 

“Or are you just satisfied with stewing in your own cum filled pants?”

Truly, he would have been happy just setting up camp all night with his face lodged in your cunt. Yet you flipped the lights on in his mind again, reminding him of how much he’d wanted to feel you on his cock knowing it would be so much better than his calloused hands stroking him.

With a series of dopey headshakes, Choso is scrambling to remove his robes. 

“Sorry, m’sorry!”

You couldn’t laugh at Choso for nearly falling over himself enthusiastically trying to shed his clothes, not when you’re just as wound up. Buzzing with lust, you're openly drooling seeing the massive stain on Choso’s white hakama as he sits back on his knees. Pushing down his pants, Choso’s cock rebounds bobbing back towards his belly and leaving glimmering traces of the prior mess he’s made. 

You knew he was big but holy shit—he’s too fuckin baby girl to be carrying around such a deadly daddy weapon in his pants. It makes rock hard length all the more intimidating the way his mushroomy tip reddens as the pearly streams of his essence flow over the heavy vein swaying his cock forward.

“If you really mean it, then apologize to Mommy with your cock for wasting all her cum in those pants of yours.”

You’re way past the line of going too far already. 

You know you are playing with fire teasing him like this, especially since the thick lines of his ability still activated even if the barbs were no longer on his face. He’d literally split you in two if he went too fast—and yet?

A part of you wanted him to break you.

Hovering over your form, like you were a delicate object while helping you pull off your last remaining articles of clothing. There's a mixture of both of your fluids webbing to your cunt as your panties—now destroyed with little holes scattering them from Choso him furiously gnawing on them like a teething puppy— are gingerly peeled off your skin.

Seeing you completely naked, Choso is stunned stupid. 

Utterly stuck, he’s biting his inner cheek hard so he doesn’t cum just from the sight of you from your warmed cheeks, pert nipples, quivering belly and pussy glossy from leaking a steady stream of drool.

“Y-You’re perfect!”

Choso blurts out and you think you can feel the thumping in your pussy all the way up in your eardrums as you overload on his adorableness. 

Spreading your legs wider you allow him to settle between your thighs, your hips slightly strain from accommodating his large body that completely dwarfs yours as Choso presses ope your thighs again. 

His anticipation visible, Choso’s upper body is trembling, biting down on his lip as he cautiously runs his angry cockhead down your soaked slit.  

“Shiiiiiiit.”

Drawing back Choso hesitates, the feel of even your pearly gland against his tip is almost too much.

“Umm, Y-You know what you’re doing Cho? I can get on—”

“NO! Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’d want that it’s, uh—I-I wanna make you feel good first if that’s okay, Mommy?”

Choso mumbles shyly, a determined look behind his bashefulness—so fuckin cute!

Oh yeah, you couldn’t wait for your turn to eat him the fuck up.

You’d settle for his lips though, tasting yourself on them you share your first real kiss while Choso is sinking inside your gummy core. The kiss doesn’t last long, only faintly grazing your tongue against his own before Choso is choking into your mouth. Unable to savor the kiss as he can’t even control the movement of his lips, just sneaking the very tip inside you near paralyzes him with pleasure.

Too warm, too wet and the fit much too tight—so it’s no surprise that when his hips dare to venture only a tiniest bit forward he's immediately cumming inside you with broken wails and sobs. 

“M’sorry! M’sorry! M’sorry!”

Your mind is elsewhere, still delayed from your pussy getting stretched so wide from the mere girth of the cockhead just minutes after getting eaten like a last meal on death row—so you didn’t even consider how fast he would cum once he was inside you.

Telling him to pull out now would be pointless, especially considering how incredibly turned on you are by him shaking like a leaf from just putting his tip inside. Trying to thursy into you further has him collapsing down and crying nonsense into your neck. 

A small smile is on your lips as you soothe him, amused with your pussy being Choso’s personal kryptonite. Hooking your arms under his, you stroke his shoulder blades whispering assurances.

“Just breathe Cho”

You’re also relishing the break it also gave you time to adjust, you were so full just from taking half of him. Your walls are slowly learning to accommodate his girth and clench around him, sucking him further in causing him to keen pitchy little moans as the pool of slobber increases down your nape.

Shit. You’re craving more.

You didn’t want to rush him as you can tell how just the smallest crumb of pussy has him in shambles, but your insides might burn up entirely if he didn’t start moving soon. 

Your gentle touch slick with the sweat beading on his broad chiseled back, roams down until you reach his hips. Nails digging into the sides of his glutes for grip, you pull his pelvis forward and down. Teaching him just how to fuck you, you lead his twitching length deeper into your pussy before guiding his hips back up then down again. 

Frankly, you think Choso might bust again from the deep groan he sighs when his long cock knocks against your cervix, fully sheathed in you. But your good boy proves to be a quick study yet again and it only takes a few cycles of training his hips before Choso adapts to a steady consistent rhythm on his own.

His eyes are screwed shut though, knowing from the videos he watched you wouldn’t be satisfied unless he could last longer for you. Certainly Choso would nut if he caught a glimpse of how nicely the peaks of your stiff nipples were bouncing or the lewd splash of creamy fluids from your cunt edging up your churning tummy like a tide. 

It was almost too much on its own that Choso could still taste the sweet tang of your cunt on his lips knowing his cock was buried so deeply in her. Choso’s oral fixation getting the best of him, the desire to suck on all parts of you rose as he scoops you up slightly, arms wrapped around your back propping your chest up towards his mouth so he can suckle on your tiddies.

When Choso inevitably makes the mistake of opening his eyes. Your sweet face, twisted in rapture, eyes fluttering back in a way that nearly matches the fluttering of your cunt around him undoes him again.

Choso just loves you too much.

“G-Gonna cum, again—m’sorry Mommy! G-GUHHHHHHH. P-Pussy too good. Never wanna leave—never gonna leave your perfect pussy, Mommy. I’ll stay inside you like this.”

Deranged in ecstasy, head burrowed in the safe haven in your tits, Choso’s declarations feel more like threats. Mouth is still full of tiddy, Choso coos out more promises of loving you and your pretty pussy so good like you deserve and making up for the months he could have been doing this.

“C-Cho, baby, pull out if you’re g-gonna—”

Too late.

To his credit Choso, wasn't even doing it on purpose. His body is in auto mode. Your cunt crippling his brain too badly for him to have any real control and Choso fucking you more like a curse than a human in the moment.

You’d asked for it with your teasing though, you thought as another load of viscous warmth blooms into your guts. Initially you figured no harm since it was his first time, but you’re now  losing count of the many times Choso has battered your puffed pussy into another orgasm and in turn busted in you. 

Obscene sounds squelch out of your pretty pussy, his cum making it even easier for him to frantically buck his hips to slam against your g-spot with every thrust—growing wholly addicted to the feeling of sliding in and out of you. 

His desperation for you has Choso manhandling you into different positions, all which you have Yuji and Todo to thank for sending him all their fap material. You didn’t know that though and you didn’t have time to wonder either when Choso has zero regard for the flexibility some of these positions require, yet obediently it’s your body bends to his will. 

Your head is drowning in euphoria from getting fucked so savagely, it takes a while to realize that you’ve changed positions again. Now on your stomach, ass up and shoulder being held down as Choso is using your creamy pulverized cunt like his own personal fleshlight. 

Your limbs feel weak and you’re cumming so hard now it’s almost painful, Choso reaches around to strum your abused clit while biting into your neck.

“One more time, Mommy! Please let me fuck you, one more time!”

Unfortunately for your poor pummeled pussy, that one more time was 3 rounds ago and your new boyfriend hasn’t gone soft yet—likely thanks to his blood manipulating abilities.

But since you manipulated Choso and yourself into a 3 month relationship it’s only fair he manipulates his cock into staying hard—right?

Choso has to make up for an entire 3 months of not fucking you tonight.

Good luck with that!

......RESULT: INCONCLUSIVE. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜—𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 '𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢'.

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i did not mean for it to be this long but got carried away as this the first time ive written virgin!choso.

comment and reblog! next up nanami, reworking it bit thats why I delayed it.

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🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟻........... THE BIG BROTHER ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series

visitor log: crazed with quarantine boredom, you can't help but to tease your naive lil' roommate—choso kamo—but you'll know when to stop before it goes too far—or have you already let the real choso in?

classifications: huge mommy kinks, calls reader mommy, dommy mommy!reader, affectionate cruelty/cuteness aggression, manipulative reader, begging, teasing, virgin, creampies, masturbation, panty theft/sniffing/munching, cunalingus, pussy drunk choso, dumbification, slight mentions of menophilia, mentions of aged-up yuji and todo (they give choso “the talk” lmfao).

incidents: 6.9k

You felt bad about this.

You really did. 

Although apparently not enough to actually keep you from teasing your half-cursed roommate, pushing him to the point where moisture shines in his wide, puppy-like eyes.

Standing behind the door of your apartment, you pretend you don’t know the Choso before you is not actually a doppelgänger—so convincingly, in fact, that Choso has even begun to question his own sense of self. 

“B-But, b-but—I t-think, ah no! I promise it’s really me. I can’t be the curse! I-I mean—wait, I am a curse—but only half! D-Don’t you recognize me??”

Worry edges Choso’s voice while his bottom lip quivers.

Damn, Choso just looks too cute, all forlorn and pouty. You can barely stand it.

“Nah, sounds like you’re copping pleas to me, doppelgänger.”

You nearly give yourself away too, stifling a small mewl from watching his adorable lil’ face crumble, blinking back tears. 

While you didn’t intend to make him cry, your pussy is now crying too. Moisture dampening your panties from finally releasing some of the twisted cuteness aggression you’ve been bottling up for so long.

Your half-curse roommate was just too baby-girl for his own damned good—how could you possibly resist toying with him a little?

With that, you decide to take things up a notch.

“Um, are you sure you’re who you say you are? Because my boyfriend, Choso, is already home!”

“B-B-BOY-F-F-FRIEND?!”

Choso’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull, blushing furiously and practically choking on the word itself.

EEEEE! Too precious! 

You quickly cup your hand over your mouth hoping he couldn’t hear your giggles through the door.

Truthfully, you and Choso were just roommates.

Neither of you had come close to crossing any lines in the 10 months you’ve lived together. Your cohabitation has been entirely platonic thus far—to your dismay. 

Choso was unbelievably sexy and it makes him even sexier knowing how oblivious he was to it. However, Choso’s obliviousness is a problem in itself. Every subtle hint you drop seems to go right over his head. He was still so new to the ways of living as an everyday human and thus he interpreted everything in the most innocently unaware way possible.

You had no idea if Choso actually had any romantic inclinations towards you, but watching him get all flustered at the thought of dating you then cheesin’ like a goof only encourages the game you’re playing to continue.

You’d end this charade soon—you promise—but you just needed to mess with him a bit more. He’d been gone for almost two weeks, temporarily staying with Yuji back in the Jujutsu High dorms. You’ve been so lonely at home without him, which of course you use to justify your teasing by saying how he owed you this tiny bit of entertainment.

And it's entertaining as hell.

“You mean you don’t even know that Choso and I have been dating for 3 months!? You’re a horrible doppelgänger, you know that? I thought you’d be more convincing than this.”

On the other side of the door Choso was close to losing his entire shit. He had no idea how to process any of this information—unequivocally not having the slightest clue you’re purely fucking with him.

“D-Dating!? 3 m-months!?!”

Choso chews on his lip, trying to churn his exhausted thoughts together. 

When did this happen!? 

He’d been away hunting doppelgänger curses with Yuji practically non-stop for 2 weeks, he’s exhausted from the sheer number of doppels they exterminated and can’t think straight. He didn’t expect to come home to you accusing him of being one—let alone calling him your boyfriend!

Boyfriend. 

That title continued to pinball in Choso’s mind. 

He wanted to get closer to you for such a long time too, but didn’t know how exactly to go about it, all the social aspects of humanity being brand new to him—especially dating.

Not like he’d ever thought about living a normal life or dating living as a curse. Not until he started working for Jujutsu Tech and Yuji suggested he try living a bit more independently. You, one of the many assistant managers and Yuji’s friend, just happened to be in need of a roommate at the time. Being familiar with the Jujutsu world, you weren’t put off by him being a half-curse, quite the opposite. You’d been so helpful, always cheerful and kind, guiding him through any rough patches and helping him in a way similar to how Yuji does.

Yet it didn’t take long for Choso to realize he felt things about you he’d never experienced with anyone else, not even his brothers. 

The desire to constantly be around you and protect you was similar to how he felt about Yuji but with you it just didn’t stop there. Choso wanted to touch you, he wanted to hold you and he desperately wanted to be held by you too. 

Simultaneous to his budding affections for you—Choso realized the persistent pattern of his cock stiffening terribly when you’d casually roam around the apartment in your pjs. PJs that consisted of curve-clinging bottoms and braless crop-tops that would show the exact outline of your pussyprint along with every slight jiggle of tiddy from your movements.

Confused, Choso immediately went to Yuji with his problem—divulging everything. 

It took about 10 minutes for Yuji and Todo (who happened to be with Yuji at the time) to stop laughing before Yuji finally explained that it was a perfectly normal reaction to seeing a pretty girl dressed in so little. 

“Ha! Damn, seeing that juicy ass in tiny shorts everyday? You are truly blessed brother.”

Choso frowned, going silent. 

He secretly hated when Todo referred to him as brother—only him and Yuji were brothers. 

Moreover, the sinister urge to release piercing blood right through Todo’s tiny peanut head had startled Choso. Choso wasn’t one quick to anger and Todo’s comment wasn’t a threat or an insult by any means—but Choso still didn’t like it, even if he agreed with the sentiment. The last thing he wanted you to do, even to his own torment, was to cover up.

Although admittedly, Choso had seen lots of beautiful women wearing even less on the social media apps Yuji had him download. However, the faint notions of attraction were never as intense as when he was around you.

Not even close.

He didn’t know what to do about that. 

Especially after Yuji had warned Choso that it would be inappropriate to let you see any of the many erections Choso got while in your presence. Continuing to say that unless you felt the same way, it would make you uncomfortable and the only reason you did dress that way around him in the first place is because you are comfortable with him.

Todo on the other hand had a different approach and suggested to Choso he “accidentally” drop his towel in front of you after getting out of the shower.

Face red with embarrassment, Choso pointedly ignored that advice.

Making you uncomfortable was the last thing Choso wanted to risk. 

Choso didn’t want to be any more of a burden to you after you had so graciously helped him over these past months, so he never made any of his affections for you known and certainly wouldn’t be able to recognize if you felt the same way. 

Consequently, he would always quickly excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of the issue, anytime it happened to ‘pop up’. 

Literally. 

He was only glad right now that he couldn’t see you in them calling him your boyfriend or he would surely get hard, hell he was starting to regardless.

Choso is thoroughly perplexed, yet his next question is so innocent you nearly moan out from the sheer cluelessness of it all.

“A-A—Are we really dating—y-you and I? I-I mean, you actually wanted to d-date someone like me?”

Okay, now.

Now would be the perfect time to come clean. 

You’d had your fun right?

You could tell he was starting to take this seriously and it wouldn’t be harmless for much longer if you kept this up. 

You honestly don’t even know what’s gotten into you. This sudden wave of aggression feels out of character for you. You’ve never had any inclination to be so pushy or dominant—in fact, you’ve been referred to as a pillow princess in past relationships.

Yet with Choso it was different and had been since the beginning. The urge to encourage him felt so natural—manifesting as a strange bubbling in your chest whenever he had a doleful look of wide-eyed wonderment, head tilted slightly to the side from processing new information. 

God, it was a mixture of pride, joy and endearment that intensified in such a way you just wanted to make him cry—and it’s the exact same look he has right now you note gazing out of the peephole. 

Your legs rub together, but the shifting of your thighs wasn’t near enough stimulation for your repressed lust. You resisted the compulsions that would sprout to tease or taunt him for far too long and it was all spilling out now.

“Of course, we are Cho! Well me and the real Choso—you’re clearly just a doppelgänger or you wouldn’t be asking your girlfriend that.”

You are the absolute worst. 

“Oh, r-right…”

Choso stops, trailing off mid-sentence when he is finally hit with a revelation. 

But if you two were in fact dating did that mean—

Choso swallows hard, recalling all the accounts Yuji and Todo sent him full of videos (twitter porn) of what two people do together when they ‘date’. Yuji also told him though, if he’d go out to bars with him and Todo he’d likely have no issue finding a girl who’d also do it with him—even if they weren’t dating.

But Choso declined. 

He wasn't interested in doing those things with anyone else—he only wanted to do those things with you.

—wait but….could he really *gulps* with you?

Choso breaks into a anxious sweat.

The problem in his pants had been getting worse lately. To the point he had been excusing himself twice a night to settle down his cock and would try to sit on the furthest end of the sofa during movie nights with a pillow over his crotch. 

Although to his torturous agony, somehow you always seemed to find your way over to his side. By the end of the movie you’d be curled up to him with your head on the pillow in his lap over his erection that would have been throbbing all the while. 

But dating?

Were you actually dating all this time and he’d been too clueless to recognize it? 

Choso didn’t know how it started or what all it entailed but he definitely felt like the worst boyfriend in the world for not realizing it sooner! 

He needed to talk to you about that and apologize—but first he needed to convince you it was actually him.

“B-But roomie—please, it’s really me!”

You smirk, getting another mischievous idea.

Roomie, eh? Heehee.

You and Choso call each other ‘roomie’ in the same affectionate way close friends would call each other ‘bestie’—but this too you would use against him as you’re too far on a roll to stop now.

“Roomie?! Nah, my boyfriend Choso only calls me Mommy.”

“MA-MA-MOMMY!?!”

Choso grabs his chest over his heart, and begins muttering something you can’t quiet here, prompting you to consider if a part of his brain has shut down. 

Well, a piece of yours surely did.

All your thoughts are now controlled by the growing ache between your thighs.

You wish you could tackle him to the ground and ride him until he can't cum anymore and his pleas for you to stop melt into submissive whimpers as your pussy would continue to milk him.

While you might not have confirmation if Choso has feelings for you, you can plainly see he’s not repulsed by it at least.

Even so, intrusive pessimistic thoughts creep in, making you wonder if you’re simply too much for him. He’s already been so jumpy around you lately—more than usual—to the point where you worry you might be making him uncomfortable.

Maybe you haven’t been as good with keeping your cruel urges suppressed as you think?

Choso has been keeping a bit more distance too whenever you try to get too close. You know he’s still so naive to the ways of the world, and even if you are teasing him now, the last thing you want is to make him feel taken advantage of.

After all, you genuinely consider both him and Yuji friends—especially since letting Choso stay with you was originally a favor to Yuji.

However, a part of you secretly thinks Yuji may have had some vendetta against you—because why else would he have gifted his older brother those gray sweatpants and black compression tees for xmas? 

Choso didn’t wear underwear often either, especially when around the house—and a person would have to be blind not to see how fat his cock was just flaccid against his thighs.

So yeah, you did start wearing less and less around him, the boy shorts you wore a few weeks ago might as well have been panties from how far they rode up your crack to let the bottom of your ass cheeks poke out of them.

But Choso, even with that, still wouldn’t look your way for too long. 

You sigh.

Alright you had your fun, you’d—

“I-I’m real, I know how to p-prove it!”

Seconds away from stepping back to open the door and barrier, you're speechless as your eyes widen with recognition. The solid blue and tan print cotton material Choso tearfully pulls from his sleeve definitely belong to you.

YOUR RILAKKUMA PERIOD PANTIES!?

“A f-fake Choso wouldn’t have t-these!”

The words spill out of his lips as he looks down at his feet in shame.

Your eyes haven’t dilated from the size of saucers as Choso reveals undeniable proof that he’s the real deal. How else would he have found those heavily soiled teddy bear granny panties you’d hidden so well at the bottom of the laundry basket? You’d stashed them there weeks ago, right before he came home earlier than expected—just before you could wash them. 

You hadn’t even realized they were missing!

*Sniff* “M’s-so s-sorry M-Mommy, I-I know i-tt’s wrong—j-just miss you s’much when *sniff* m’gone for so l-long… n’these smell s’much like you n’have your b-blood on ‘em a-and—”

Is this real life!?

Choso’s mournful apologies are blubbering out of him a mile a minute but your thoughts go to hell at the debauched truth. Taking shallow breaths, you’re mindlessly caressing the pads of your fingers over your clothed cunt, eager to relieve any of the ache.

“—Uh—um, C-Choso, baby…?”

Even though he’s still rambling, your voice quiets him.

“Y-yeah, Mommy?”

Fuck! 

The hand stroking over your pussy urgently fumbles under the waistband of your shorts and panties to rub on your clit directly now.

He couldn’t just call you Mommy like this and expect you not to be soaked! (Even if it’s your fault he is).

Silently praying that Choso couldn’t hear the soft clicking of your fingers sliding inside your drooling folds to play with your slippery lil’ bud.

Yeah, you were horrible alright—yet you were also horny as hell. 

An unexpected turn of events for sure, but there’s no way you couldn’t see this through now. Especially now that he was full on calling you ‘Mommy’ and had just admitted to stealing your panties! 

So he’d liked you all this time after all?! 

Finding out more was becoming an essential need akin to breathing air.

“T-Tell Mommy something, yeah Cho baby? W-What exactly do you do with Mommy’s panties?”

Looking at his feet, the embarrassment on Choso’s face speaks for itself as he turns his back to the door in shame.

Likewise, you peel yourself from behind the door, leaning against the adjacent wall for additional support as your other hand hurriedly pushes up your top to tweak at your nipples. 

Getting off on the mere mental image of his chagrin and the pitiful whimpers you can hear through the door as Choso starts explaining through his tearful sobs his filthy thieving actions.

Shit—he’s such a horney little freak about it too!

Choso reluctantly admits that due to his heightened senses of being a half-curse he can always smell when you’re bleeding (Yuji also had to assure him there was nothing wrong with you).

Once he’d discovered the pair you left in the basket, Choso couldn’t help himself. 

And they weren’t the first pair he’d taken either. 

Choso had pilfered many sets of your undies to sniff while he hurriedly jerked his cock. Admitting to you sometimes just being around you for too long causes him to get hard. He’d rush to the bathroom and dig through your laundry, scouring for a pair of your panties or thongs like a mad man before resting them directly over his lips and nose. Finally at ease, the bathroom was his refuge and Choso ultimately would bathe his senses in your scent more than he would use the bathroom to actually bathe his body. 

Never lasting too long, Choso would cum all over his trembling hands from perversely sniffing and tonguing down the dirtied gusset of your panties.

If there were times Choso thought he was being too noisy, he’d stuff them in his mouth entirely. Sucking out the sweet tang of your cunt from the fibers and imagining it was your actual pussy his mouth was full of instead. 

Being the considerate roomie he is though, Choso would always clean them. Your panties would be returned to you, washed and folded and placed in your drawer before you could notice them missing.

Near hyperventilating now, Choso’s face is saturated in tears. He's so scared of your reaction. Surely, even if you two were dating you’d still hate him for the huge violation of privacy.

But if he’d known you were dating before, he’d have at least asked you for permission! 

“...M-M-Mommy—are you mad?”

Mad? 

Well you were madly finger popping your pussy to his depraved as fuck confession, if that counted as mad.

By the end of his perverse admission of guilt, you had slid all the way down to the floor. Trying to bite back cries as you are two fingers deep into your cunt. Pumping your soaked digits in and out of your pussy. No longer able to hold back, you are moaning aloud. 

“AHH, FUHH!”

The steamy twisted visions in your mind replay over and over, imagining him in those stupidly sexy gray sweats stroking himself while munching your panties like a fiend. 

Truthfully, the fantasy is doing you in badly and trumped everything else for you.

You haven't been this wet in ages and if he was getting off to your panties, it’s only fair you got off to him owning up to it—right?

“Um, M-Mommy…are y-you okay?”

Choso’s brow furrows when you don’t respond. 

Turning back around, he listens intently for any reply. Head cocking to the side when Choso can only hear muffled cries and the messy sounds of something wet squelching behind the door.

Suddenly, a cold panic sets in for Choso—you said he was already home! 

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Choso had been so focused on the whole boyfriend and dating reveal he’d completely overlooked that very important detail. He'd been with Yuji for the past week, so it couldn’t have been him, it had to be—a doppel.

You had let in a doppelganger?

Was he in there with you now?

Were you hurt? Is that why you weren’t answering him?

You didn’t sound hurt before but you certainly do now…well maybe not hurt exactly, but extremely distressed at the very least.

“MOMMY, ANSWER ME!!!”

Choso’s anxious cry did capture your attention but unfortunately only fueled the sense of urgency in your fingers thrusting messily into your sopping cunt.

Holy shit—and the wretchedly pathetic way he just called you ‘Mommy?’ 

You know you’re so fucked up for getting off on tormenting poor Choso like this, but his confession was so fucking hot and pretty fucked all on its own. 

There’s no way in hell you could stop now!

How long has it been even since you last orgasm? You couldn’t even remember, your head floating in the haze of a thick pleasurable fog. Regardless the actual length of time the answer was still that it had been too fucking long. 

“AH-AH—SHIIIIIIIT!” 

So close!

Your hand pulling at your nipples joins your other down your pants. The fingers not plunging in your tight slippery core are scrawling urgent cursive patterns over your sensitive nub, unconsciously spelling out Choso’s name on your clit over and over.

Your toes curl as you chew on your lip, the rope in your belly pulls taunt ready to snap when—

BAMMMMMM!!!

Choso barrels through the door and barrier—flowing red scale activated. 

The door itself barely hangs on its hinges as it ricochets back into place (yeah that was def coming out of your deposit for sure).

Scaring you half to death, orgasm thwarted, you can only stare at Choso as rage you’d never seen before is etched all over his face. Yet still his concern for you is evident in rapid fire questions he shoots at you faster than you can even process with your mind still swimming in your lingering arousal.

“ARE YOU OKAY?!”

“WHERE IS HE?!”“DID HE HURT YOU?!”

“HE HURT YOU—I’LL KILL ‘EM!”

Pacing around your apartment frantically, Choso abruptly comes to a stop once he senses that you are the only two in the apartment. 

There’s no doppelganger terrorizing you.

The both of you are panting—Choso from his battle-ready stance, blood congealing off the edges of the vivid crimson barbed arrows on his flustered cheeks—and you, panting from the shock of him bursting through the door, making your core to clench and pulse to the beat of your skyrocketing heart rate.

Stuck like a deer in headlights, you swallow thickly. You’re not sure how much time passes—it feels like hours, though it’s likely only been a few minutes. 

Regaining enough of your wits to remember the compromising position you are in, you slowly begin to pull your hands out of your shorts. The movement catches Choso’s eye, his vision narrowing in on your hands and fixes on the glimpse he receives of the large moist spot leaking through your cute yellow sleep shorts.

“W-W-Wait!”

Breath stuttering in a bit of a tizzy, Choso drops to his knees before you the second it clicks what you were doing. All thoughts of your obvious lies gone, the arousing perfume wafting off your cunt slaps him upside the head and severely cripples his ability to process the entire situation. 

It smells so-so much more sweet and potent than the stale remnants he’d get from your used panties!

You remain all the while still against the wall, his bigger form towers over you, effectively trapping you between the surface and his massive erection. The hard-on Choso sports proudly pokes through his baggy hakama pants. Yet he's so transfixed on the moisture glimmering on your soft thighs, he doesn’t realize he’s even showing it off to you—you do notice, however, quite a lot.

Fuck, you’d never seen him hard before he was so big!  

“C-can I see?” 

Choso’s voice meekly squeaks out, his tone becoming pitchy as he chews on his bottom lip and wipes his slick clammy palms off on his pants.

Oh shit, he’s so fucking cute you could eat him right the fuck up.

And unknowingly Choso was thinking the same thing about you—wishing you’d let him in sooner.

Why were you doing this without him? 

He was your boyfriend right? He could have been helping you with this.

Did you think he’d not want to do this with you? 

Did you not want to do it with him?

Yet Choso doesn’t get the opportunity to voice any of these concerns as his mind turns to goo when your pink tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. Nodding affirmatively, you gently shimmy your pj shorts down.

Your heart is beating so hard in your ears right now.

You know a conversation needs to be had and that you have to tell him the truth—fess up and come clean. 

Although all of that seemed so small and irrelevant compared to the very large cock thumping against Choso’s thigh and the pertinent fluttering of your pussy—she’s not letting you forget how badly you still want to cum for a second.

If anything you were just happy more than anything he was just as big, if not a bigger, sexually repressed degenerate as you are.  The fact that you both wanted each other would be good enough for now which was more than evident in Choso’s eyes—crazed with excitement and following your every move.

He most definitely keenly whines like an injured puppy. As if the sight of you spreading your thick thighs open to reveal the pretty pair of mesh and silk panties, with a sizable expanding wet spot over your core, pains him and he trembles. 

“Mmm, is it okay if I…?”

Neither you nor Choso is quite sure what he’s asking permission for but you give it to him regardless.

Your body jumps slightly when you feel his shaky grasp touch your warm skin just above your knees. Trying to calm himself proves futile the higher Choso’s palms stumble upwards to rest on your inner thighs. 

The audible puff Choso breathes out seeing with his own eyes the pretty shape and color of your glistening cunt through the wet mesh material.

Lowering his face closer to your core, Choso unabashedly takes the biggest whiff of your lewd aroma. His eyes roll back as he moans sensually. His warm breath and flicks of his drool gust over your quivering cunt which has your hips eagerly tipping forward to offer yourself up to him on a platter.

“Cho?”

The neediness is evident in your wanton tone and Choso’s eyes perk up toward you, expectantly, wide-eyed obedience like a hungry dog before it's rewarded with a tasty treat.

“What you said you did to my panties, Cho?—m’do it like that baby.”

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“OHHH GAWD—F-FUCK!”

Choso’s iron hold spreads your doughy thighs apart as his face imposes itself deeper into the fabric covering your creamy cunt, not allowing you to wiggle yourself loose. 

When you told Choso to eat you like he did your panties you didn’t expect he’d actually keep them on you!

You’re discovering just how much Choso liked chewing on your panties—on or off you apparently. You’d tease him for the fetish if he’d ever pause to come up for air and give your poor lil’ puss a break from the carnal torrent of his feverish tongue. 

Head bobbing back and forth in a rhythm all of its own, Choso is quite literally crying into your pussy, deliriously whimpering unintelligible praises of her—with no sign of stopping. At his complete mercy, your hands hold on to pigtails like reigns, except no amount of pulling gets Choso to put heel to his rampage—in fact it does the opposite.

Choso is obsessed with the whole of you—every shiver, twitch or cry he elicits from you encourages him to draw out even more.

How could he not be? 

Especially with the delectable dish before him consisting of your translucent soggy panties gluing itself to the exact shape of your smooth inner folds and puffy clit. Completely saturated, a build up of slick, spit and tears suds atop the mesh creating sloppy spit bubbles in the wake of his mouth’s crazed motions. Bubbles which Choso eagerly slurps up again like a man who's been parched for days. 

And truly he is—not wanting to remove his head between your heavenly thighs for even a moment lest he wake and discover this all to be a hallucination. He didn’t want to ever go back to only imagining this kind of bliss.

“Soooo g-good..GOD—S-Such…AH—g-good boy, Cho.”

Lost in the sauce of your sweet pussy, Choso gleefully continues—languid in his exploration but purposeful, you feel every flex of his dexterous muscle quivering in your pussy as he licks you from your swollen outer lips and into the folds of your inner labia. 

Choso commits every groove of your cunt to his memory. 

Only once you tense enough, arching your back and digging your nails into his cranium to push him towards her will Choso finally pay attention to your clit— his thick spongy tongue flattens, ensuring its soft bump texture scrapes across each and every nerve in your sensitive fleshy bundle. He’s feverishly making out with your bud to the point of making your actual mouth jealous.

Fuck, he was eating you like a pro and you haven’t even properly kissed him yet!

His skills are a total 180 degree shift from how novice he was just an hour earlier.

Obviously inexperienced, Choso’s first inclination was to latch his entire mouth over your clothed cunt, sucking and licking aimlessly, which honestly tickled at first more than anything.

Yet being the fast-learning good boy he is, Choso takes your instructions as well as your nonverbal cues to heart. Checking in with you often, his eyes darted up to you with innocent coos of ‘How does it feel, Mommy?’ reverberating into your core. 

Not only does Choso take direction well, he proactively improvises. 

You weren’t expecting him to start humming on your clit when you instructed him to suck it directly. Playing you like a harmonica, shaking his head and alternating between sucking and blowing. The insane waves vibrated into your cunt to stimulate every single pleasure point. 

You’d never gotten eaten out so desperately before, let alone with your underwear still on!

More caring with your pleasure than his own, Choso has already pulled two mind-bending orgasms out of you. Dining on your savory cunt like it's his last meal, Choso’s greediness while drowning in your pussy is steadily taking you to number three. 

To say Choso is pussy-drunk at the moment would be a massive understatement. 

Choso is worshiping you like he had found God in your gooey lips and as far as he was concerned he has. Relentlessly grinding against the floor, shuddering and moaning into your cunt he’d gladly pray into your pussy as much as you’d let him, swirling his tongue as far as he could into your cute hole winking against your soggy panties. 

From the noises he makes you think he’s already found enough pleasure of his own to soil his pants.

And you’re absolutely right.

Frantically rubbing his dick against your shared apartment’s plush carpet, the absolute elation he feels to finally taste you after all this time combined with the scratchy friction of the fibers prove too much for his needy virgin cock to bear. 

Nevertheless, that doesn’t slow him, uncaring about the uncomfortable stickiness caking between his legs when his head is still very occupied between yours.

“Shiiiit, ah—fuh—W-waiiiit, baby…Chos—OH!”

Stomach clenching, eye rolling ecstasy takes over when his canine accidentally swiped over your overstimmed clit. The tension finally snaps and your legs jerk with the prickly pleasure of tingles running through them. Your lashes splash away the stream of tears filling your eyes from the third orgasm Choso has studiously pulled from you.  

Choso shows no sign of stopping and while you’d happily let your little eater go to town on you all night, your pussy is screaming at you—you needed him to fill her up.

It takes all your strength to pry Choso’s face out of your cunt. His flushed cheeks are drenched and he appears dazed, a dreamy gaze in his eyes before distress instantly etches his features upon realizing he wasn’t suffocating himself in your pussy any longer.

“Nooo, Mommy pleaaaasuh! She’s s’p-pretty n s’creamy—s’wet… l-let me go back, kay?”

His deranged affectionate whines spur you to tug on his hair harder, keeping his attention focused on your face as you pose to him the question that has him ready to cum in his pants all over again.

“I know Cho, your mouth is s’good at getting Mommy’s pussy messy. But baby, don’t you wanna wet your dick in your girlfriend’s pussy next?”

Dumbstruck, Choso never considered that an option. 

“Or are you just satisfied with stewing in your own cum filled pants?”

Truly, he would have been happy just setting up camp all night with his face lodged in your cunt. Yet you flipped the lights on in his mind again, reminding him of how much he’d wanted to feel you on his cock knowing it would be so much better than his calloused hands stroking him.

With a series of dopey headshakes, Choso is scrambling to remove his robes. 

“Sorry, m’sorry!”

You couldn’t laugh at Choso for nearly falling over himself enthusiastically trying to shed his clothes, not when you’re just as wound up. Buzzing with lust, you're openly drooling seeing the massive stain on Choso’s white hakama as he sits back on his knees. Pushing down his pants, Choso’s cock rebounds bobbing back towards his belly and leaving glimmering traces of the prior mess he’s made. 

You knew he was big but holy shit—he’s too fuckin baby girl to be carrying around such a deadly daddy weapon in his pants. It makes rock hard length all the more intimidating the way his mushroomy tip reddens as the pearly streams of his essence flow over the heavy vein swaying his cock forward.

“If you really mean it, then apologize to Mommy with your cock for wasting all her cum in those pants of yours.”

You’re way past the line of going too far already. 

You know you are playing with fire teasing him like this, especially since the thick lines of his ability still activated even if the barbs were no longer on his face. He’d literally split you in two if he went too fast—and yet?

A part of you wanted him to break you.

Hovering over your form, like you were a delicate object while helping you pull off your last remaining articles of clothing. There's a mixture of both of your fluids webbing to your cunt as your panties—now destroyed with little holes scattering them from Choso him furiously gnawing on them like a teething puppy— are gingerly peeled off your skin.

Seeing you completely naked, Choso is stunned stupid. 

Utterly stuck, he’s biting his inner cheek hard so he doesn’t cum just from the sight of you from your warmed cheeks, pert nipples, quivering belly and pussy glossy from leaking a steady stream of drool.

“Y-You’re perfect!”

Choso blurts out and you think you can feel the thumping in your pussy all the way up in your eardrums as you overload on his adorableness. 

Spreading your legs wider you allow him to settle between your thighs, your hips slightly strain from accommodating his large body that completely dwarfs yours as Choso presses ope your thighs again. 

His anticipation visible, Choso’s upper body is trembling, biting down on his lip as he cautiously runs his angry cockhead down your soaked slit.  

“Shiiiiiiit.”

Drawing back Choso hesitates, the feel of even your pearly gland against his tip is almost too much.

“Umm, Y-You know what you’re doing Cho? I can get on—”

“NO! Um, y-yeah… I mean, I’d want that it’s, uh—I-I wanna make you feel good first if that’s okay, Mommy?”

Choso mumbles shyly, a determined look behind his bashefulness—so fuckin cute!

Oh yeah, you couldn’t wait for your turn to eat him the fuck up.

You’d settle for his lips though, tasting yourself on them you share your first real kiss while Choso is sinking inside your gummy core. The kiss doesn’t last long, only faintly grazing your tongue against his own before Choso is choking into your mouth. Unable to savor the kiss as he can’t even control the movement of his lips, just sneaking the very tip inside you near paralyzes him with pleasure.

Too warm, too wet and the fit much too tight—so it’s no surprise that when his hips dare to venture only a tiniest bit forward he's immediately cumming inside you with broken wails and sobs. 

“M’sorry! M’sorry! M’sorry!”

Your mind is elsewhere, still delayed from your pussy getting stretched so wide from the mere girth of the cockhead just minutes after getting eaten like a last meal on death row—so you didn’t even consider how fast he would cum once he was inside you.

Telling him to pull out now would be pointless, especially considering how incredibly turned on you are by him shaking like a leaf from just putting his tip inside. Trying to thursy into you further has him collapsing down and crying nonsense into your neck. 

A small smile is on your lips as you soothe him, amused with your pussy being Choso’s personal kryptonite. Hooking your arms under his, you stroke his shoulder blades whispering assurances.

“Just breathe Cho”

You’re also relishing the break it also gave you time to adjust, you were so full just from taking half of him. Your walls are slowly learning to accommodate his girth and clench around him, sucking him further in causing him to keen pitchy little moans as the pool of slobber increases down your nape.

Shit. You’re craving more.

You didn’t want to rush him as you can tell how just the smallest crumb of pussy has him in shambles, but your insides might burn up entirely if he didn’t start moving soon. 

Your gentle touch slick with the sweat beading on his broad chiseled back, roams down until you reach his hips. Nails digging into the sides of his glutes for grip, you pull his pelvis forward and down. Teaching him just how to fuck you, you lead his twitching length deeper into your pussy before guiding his hips back up then down again. 

Frankly, you think Choso might bust again from the deep groan he sighs when his long cock knocks against your cervix, fully sheathed in you. But your good boy proves to be a quick study yet again and it only takes a few cycles of training his hips before Choso adapts to a steady consistent rhythm on his own.

His eyes are screwed shut though, knowing from the videos he watched you wouldn’t be satisfied unless he could last longer for you. Certainly Choso would nut if he caught a glimpse of how nicely the peaks of your stiff nipples were bouncing or the lewd splash of creamy fluids from your cunt edging up your churning tummy like a tide. 

It was almost too much on its own that Choso could still taste the sweet tang of your cunt on his lips knowing his cock was buried so deeply in her. Choso’s oral fixation getting the best of him, the desire to suck on all parts of you rose as he scoops you up slightly, arms wrapped around your back propping your chest up towards his mouth so he can suckle on your tiddies.

When Choso inevitably makes the mistake of opening his eyes. Your sweet face, twisted in rapture, eyes fluttering back in a way that nearly matches the fluttering of your cunt around him undoes him again.

Choso just loves you too much.

“G-Gonna cum, again—m’sorry Mommy! G-GUHHHHHHH. P-Pussy too good. Never wanna leave—never gonna leave your perfect pussy, Mommy. I’ll stay inside you like this.”

Deranged in ecstasy, head burrowed in the safe haven in your tits, Choso’s declarations feel more like threats. Mouth is still full of tiddy, Choso coos out more promises of loving you and your pretty pussy so good like you deserve and making up for the months he could have been doing this.

“C-Cho, baby, pull out if you’re g-gonna—”

Too late.

To his credit Choso, wasn't even doing it on purpose. His body is in auto mode. Your cunt crippling his brain too badly for him to have any real control and Choso fucking you more like a curse than a human in the moment.

You’d asked for it with your teasing though, you thought as another load of viscous warmth blooms into your guts. Initially you figured no harm since it was his first time, but you’re now  losing count of the many times Choso has battered your puffed pussy into another orgasm and in turn busted in you. 

Obscene sounds squelch out of your pretty pussy, his cum making it even easier for him to frantically buck his hips to slam against your g-spot with every thrust—growing wholly addicted to the feeling of sliding in and out of you. 

His desperation for you has Choso manhandling you into different positions, all which you have Yuji and Todo to thank for sending him all their fap material. You didn’t know that though and you didn’t have time to wonder either when Choso has zero regard for the flexibility some of these positions require, yet obediently it’s your body bends to his will. 

Your head is drowning in euphoria from getting fucked so savagely, it takes a while to realize that you’ve changed positions again. Now on your stomach, ass up and shoulder being held down as Choso is using your creamy pulverized cunt like his own personal fleshlight. 

Your limbs feel weak and you’re cumming so hard now it’s almost painful, Choso reaches around to strum your abused clit while biting into your neck.

“One more time, Mommy! Please let me fuck you, one more time!”

Unfortunately for your poor pummeled pussy, that one more time was 3 rounds ago and your new boyfriend hasn’t gone soft yet—likely thanks to his blood manipulating abilities.

But since you manipulated Choso and yourself into a 3 month relationship it’s only fair he manipulates his cock into staying hard—right?

Choso has to make up for an entire 3 months of not fucking you tonight.

Good luck with that!

......RESULT: INCONCLUSIVE. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜—𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 '𝙼𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢'.

that's not my jjk man series (visit series page for full animation)

i did not mean for it to be this long but got carried away as this the first time ive written virgin!choso.

comment and reblog! next up nanami, reworking it bit thats why I delayed it.

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

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Yan!Vampire who has been alone for so long that history has forgotten him. Who hasn't felt the touch of another in eons.

Yan!Vampire who thought he would spend the rest of eternity in solitude until he met you, his cute little human.

Yan!Vampire who is more than happy to share his home (and heart) with you. Who can't wait to show you everything he has to offer.

Yan!Vampire who find your very human traits adorable, even when you get embarrassed.

Yan!Vampire who sought to impress you with his knowledge of many subjects.

Yan!Vampire who can't help but dress you in the finest silks and gold.

Yan!Vampire who doesn't let any of your precious blood go to waste.

Yan!Vampire who calls you his 'Beloved'.

Yan!Vampire who thought you were too perfect for a soul as damned as his (but also couldn't let you go).

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yandere vampire !! who immediately knows it’s you. His senses are sharp, he’s picky to drinking blood. He’s already craving you !!

yandere vampire !! who’s intoxicated by your scent. it’s rare to find a humans smell so appealing ?! who is all over you leaving bites and marks to show you’re his.

yandere vampire !! who detects your every emotion. feeling sad? you’re all ready in his arms.

yandere vampire !! who sees into your dreams and manipulates them so he’s always on your mind.

yandere vampire !! who relies on you to be his blood bank. Had tried other humans but they are disgusting ^^ sucks you dry until you start to feel light headed and can’t stand no more.

yandere vampire !! who is always lurking in the dark and gets a ring specifically made to protect himself from the sun so you two can spend beautiful moments together.

yandere vampire !! who wanted to turn you since the day he’s laid his eyes on you. “what do you mean you aren’t ready?? don’t you want to be together for eternity?!”.

[gothicajax]

Every step forward is a testament to the efforts of many.

[gothicajax]

Hii sweetie, hope you're having a great day! Can I request some make up sex with Suna or Osamu?🤲 Thank you sm, I love your works btw<3

FUCK IT BETTER ☆ HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. apologies after an argument aren’t usually spoken in words with miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou, or suna rintarou.

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, everyone is timeskip, rough sex, pussy slapping, choking, public sex, creampie, mild bondage, prone bone, edging

xoxo, juno ★ thank you so much!! i hope you’re having a great day too & i enjoyed writing this very much lol <3

— MIYA ATSUMU

“wanted ta run yer fuckin’ mouth, didn’t you?” you tearfully gasp at atsumu’s words, body jolting as his palm comes down briskly against your sobbing cunt.

“t-tsumu, i’m sorry,” you whine, mouth falling open at the second slap. your clit stings, pain and pleasure coursing through each and every one of your veins. “please, please let me cum.”

he practically barks out a laugh at your pathetic request, “ya expect me to give ya what ya want by bein’ that fuckin’ quiet?”

here you are, legs spread and aching from how long it’s been being countlessly denied your orgasm. earlier on, you and atsumu had gotten into a spat, shouting at one another over a simple misunderstanding. he’d tried to help you understand the issue before it had escalated into a shouting match, but you had been too stubborn to hear him out. now, hours later, you’re laid out on the bed, paying the price for all the shit you’d said to him.

“use your words,” atsumu bites, jeering you on with another merciless slap. when he lifts his hand, a glossy string of wetness connects your pussy to his palm. “‘m listenin’, baby. speak now or forever hold yer orgasm.”

“haa, fuck,” you curse, hips jerking lamely. “i’m sorry for earlier, i really am! b-but please, it hurts so bad.” the corners of his lips curl into a wicked smile at the way your voice desperately cracks.

“can’t hear ya,” he shrugs, ghosting his fingers over the tender skin of your inner thighs with an annoying huff. “gotta be louder for me, mhm.”

you’ve got no other choice.

“atsumu, please,” your voice is entirely choked and nothing but feeble as you beg, “i need to cum on your tongue, i-i really do..”

“that’s a good girl,” the praise rolls off his tongue and he smirks at your submission, then carefully lowers his head to your quivering cunt. you’re nothing less than soaked, ready to make a mess all over.

“just like that,” your back bows off the bed, eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. “ah, ah shit, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

vibrations resonate through your entire core when he chuckles against you, sucking on your clit while he nudges two large fingers against your hole. “gonna open up f’me, baby?”

“always,” is your blissed out answer, hips lifting in an attempt to get some more stimulation. atsumu’s rock hard and rutting into the bed every now and then, but he ultimately decides that making you cum or not is more important.

“that’s my girl,” he coos as he stretches you out on his fingers, pushing into your g-spot and pulling whines from your lips. “this what ya wanted?”

“‘s not enough, tsumu, i need you to fuck me.”

“oh, really?” atsumu purrs, spitting right onto your clit, satisfied as he watches the glob roll down your cunt and onto his slick fingers.

“yes, really,” you cry impatiently, and he finally gives in. just the first heady drag of his tongue against your clit timed with the curl of his thick fingers ignites heat throughout your entire body. your tired legs tremble, wanting nothing more than to give out and collapse inwards — instead, you throw them over his shoulders, thighs squeezing on either side of his head.

brown eyes open and atsumu looks up at you while he lavishes your cunt with attention, cheeks pink and shiny in the low light of the bedroom.

“perfect, ‘s perfect, tsumu.”

slowly, you card your fingers through his blonde hair and nudge him closer, hips lifting and chasing his tongue.

“easy, easy,” his voice is low and smooth as he drinks you in like he hasn’t had water for days, “soon enough, ya brat.”

your heart thrums in your chest, practically bouncing around your ribcage as heat courses through your body and pools in your tummy. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath comes in quick, little puffs.

“mmm, tsumu,” you whimper, thighs clenching around his head; he only speeds up his pace at your tone, knowing what’s sure to come next. “o-oh, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m so close,”

the unspoken please fills the space between each of your frantic words, and atsumu nods against you, eyes locking onto yours. he thinks you look nothing less than beautiful coming apart on his tongue and thrashing on the bed, his name falling from your lips like a sacred prayer.

“‘m cumming, ‘m cumming!” one last lick and you’re letting out a sob as you finally fall over the edge into sheer ecstasy, body completely jackknifing as you sit up and fully bend forward, leaning over him.

“tsumu, tsumu,” euphoric tears cascade down your face, gathering at your chin before they fall onto the back of his neck. he’s still licking and fingering you through it, pumping into your spasming cunt now rather than curling his fingers deep.

“ah, shit,” you gasp sharply, your high lost and replaced with the mix of pain and pleasure from overstimulation. quickly, you scoot your body back, legs falling away lamely as you pull yourself backwards

“nuh uh,” you hear, and you know he’s fully pussy drunk by the way he grips the skin of your ass so hard you can feel the crescent indents you’ll see tomorrow. atsumu looks up, face covered with slick and dripping. “‘s just the first, baby. ya thought i was done that fast?”

— MIYA OSAMU

“wait, samu, i—” your protests fall on deaf ears as osamu pushes you forward and flips up your skirt to reveal your damp panties. he slips a finger beneath them and snaps them into your pussy, pushing you down when your body jolts.

“no, ya fuckin’ started this. now yer gonna finish it, angel.”

“i didn’t mean to be to pushy, i-i really didn’t! osamu, we absolutely cannot do this here!”

you’re bent over the front counter of onigiri miya, minutes after osamu decided to close early on account of a petty spat between him and yourself. you’d been hounding him about closing early or at least leaving the place to his capable managers so you’d be able to spend more time together over the weekend, but he’d stubbornly refused. it got to the point where it would come up in conversation while you were helping around the restaurant, or when you two were home together, and it all came to a head this evening.

after the last customer walked out, osamu kindly dismissed the staff, letting them know that onigiri miya would be closing early tonight and that they could head on out. when he’d flipped the open sign to the closed side, you’d been holding all your stuff, ready to leave, but he’d kissed you hard and manhandled you behind the counter until he was pushing you over. from where you’re positioned over the center of the counter, you can see the road and passerbys across the street, even though it’s a little dark outside.

“anyone could see us! let’s just take care of this at home, i mean it.”

“stop talkin’, i mean it,” osamu grunts, yanking your panties to the side and smacking your ass so hard it stings for a while. “ya pissed me off on purpose, y’know. all that arguin’ ‘nd grabbing me whenever ya could.”

“it was supposed to be encouragement—”

“encouragement my ass!” he exclaims with a laugh, and you can hear him spit just before he pushes two slick fingers inside your tight cunt. your body subconsciously shifts, pushing back against him with the need for more. “yer just a damn brat, and i’m not letting ya get away with it this time, angel.”

you moan as he scissors his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your pussy growing louder and wetter. osamu smirks as he fingers you open; you’re so eager despite all your complaining earlier, aren’t you? clearly, he’s not the only one who’s been dreaming of fucking you in the restaurant after hours.

“hurry up ‘nd cum f’me,” he hisses, impatience driving him to move faster and harder. you only whine and bury your burning face in your arms, hands balling into fists in front of you. sweat accumulates on every inch of your skin, under clothes and across the unclothed slopes of your body. you’re not sure if it’s anxiety from the prospect of being caught, the intensity of the orgasm rising in your belly, or the thrill of it all.

“samu, feels good,” you mumble faintly into the countertop. he swoops a hand under your chin and lifts your head up.

“don’t get all shy on me now. go ahead ‘n tell me, what was that?”

“i said ‘s good, samu,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut as your cunt starts to spasm on his thick fingers.

“good girl,” he praises, using a free finger to rub at your swelling clit and chuckling at the way your body thrashes, hips banging into the counter as you start to pant. “there’s no one else in here, want ya to be loud for me. ya hear me, angel?”

“yes, yes i do, samu, just don’t stop—” each muscle in your body contracts as you cream all over his fingers with a loud moan that echoes through the dining area and bounces off each wall. osamu marvels at the ring of white at his knuckles before he tugs his fingers out of your clenching pussy and sticks them into a mouth before letting them go with a pop.

“alright, ‘s my turn now,” osamu huffs, painfully hard and throbbing. his mouth is full of your sweet aftertaste, head full of the sight of you cumming on his fingers. he won’t be able to get the picture of your arching back out of his mind for months.

“y-you’re too big, samu, i can’t take it just yet,” you cry, fingernails scraping against the countertop. he bottoms out quickly and gives a few sloppy, experimental thrusts.

“yes you can,” is his only response before he’s lifting your hips and pulling you back to meet each buck of his hips. onigiri miya fills with nothing but the sound of skin clapping against skin, along with your shared moans.

this is nothing short of intoxicating, all too rough and yet so fulfilling. osamu’s cock fits inside you perfectly, stretching you out and filling you up just enough — his heavy balls slap against your already sensitive clit. your toes uncontrollably curl in your shoes, body jolting each time his cock kisses your cervix during the occasionally extra intense thrust.

“so fuckin’ tight, shit. yer squeezing me like ya want me to cum already,” osamu comments, lips parting around a moan of your name.

“yes, please,” your back arches and you push backwards off the counter, offering him a better angle for him to fuck you at. your eyes roll all the way back into your head, and a breathy gasp leaves your lips as you feel yourself start to tense. “oh, oh my god, ‘m gonna cum again, i-i—”

his own groans cut you off as he reaches his own high, spreading your legs and rather mercilessly yanking you back onto his cock. osamu buries his cock as deep as he can and shoots ribbons of white into you, warmth filling you up while the excess spills out.

“oh, shit! get down, samu!” you say, dizzy and practically cross eyed; the sound of a knock on a window not far from where you both are wipes the bliss away immediately. you push off the counter and into him, and he falls right onto his bare ass and stifles a curse as you land on his lap. his cock is pulled from you and you’re dripping cum onto his lap behind the front counter while a customer tries to pull on the front door with a closed sign. the post nut clarity hits him and he leans in close to your ear.

“angel, that was amazin’, but the restaurant isn’t the place for this.”

“i said that earlier! this was all you!”

he remembers what you’re talking about but doesn’t want to acknowledge how wrong he was. “no, no ya didn’t. ya said it would be fine and i trusted ya.” when you try to protest, he cups a hand over your mouth and says you can’t talk about it right now because of the customer.

— KUROO TETSUROU

“just shut the fuck up, yeah? spread your damn legs.”

there’s nothing you can do but bury your face in the duvet; it’s stained from the drool dripping down your chin and the mix of mascara and tears that stain your cheeks.

“i said, spread em. did i fuck you dumb or something, doll? doesn’t seem like you understand what i’m saying, huh?”

“tetsu,” you whine, his name drawn out as it leaves your bitten lips. “‘s too much, i can’t take it anymore, tetsu!”

tetsurou yanks on his tie, pulling your bound hands back towards him and your head up. “aw, that’s too bad,” he grunts mockingly, “i don’t care. you can, and you will.”

he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust, your asscheeks rhythmically clapping against his thighs and slightly echoing around the room. tetsurou savors the weak moans that leave your lips and the pathetic little cries you can’t seem to stop letting out. you’d decided to prank him on the wrong day; he’d had a terrible day at work and was on thin ice, and when you’d been snarky with him as a prank, he’d snapped back.

instead of taking a moment to pause and assess the situation, then apologize, your tempers had both flared, leading to a nasty argument. tetsurou had repeatedly warned you that he’d needed some time to himself to shower and relax before getting into bed, but you’d been all too insistent in pissing him off. challenging his every word with sultry innuendos and bratty confidence had him throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before dumping you onto the bed in a heap.

“i already came, tetsu, ‘m too sensitive,” you push, tits bouncing as he only yanks your hands back harder. some of the fabric audibly tears and he curses under his breath, changing up his once methodical pace.

the thick tip of his cock punches into your g-spot again and again, only going deeper and harder with each stroke. your cunt spasms and you moan lowly as you cum on his cock for the nth time; you’ve entirely lost count and tetsurou certainly doesn’t care to help you keep track.

“shittt, that’s it,” he praises, closing his eyes as a few beads of sweat roll down his temple from exertion. “i want you to cum over ‘n over, until you can’t fucking move.”

his balls clench and he gulps as he holds back another pesky orgasm, tensing his cock until the feeling finally goes away. it’s physically hard to keep it going, with the way your sticky walls are quite literally milking him and begging for his load.

“tetsu,” you whisper, voice small. it’s not like he’s discreet — you can feel him holding back inside you, prolonging this round because he’s gonna end up falling asleep afterwards. “cum in me, i need it bad.”

“what’d i say about asking the right way?” tetsurou groans, smacking your ass hard and startling you. it’s a mistake, because you clench hard on his cock and suck him deeper; you’re so hot and tight and he’s so fucking close to giving in.

even though you’re entirely fucked out and exhausted, soreness setting into every muscle, you’re still devious and absolutely determined to make him break.

“tetsu,” you whine, biting your lip as you push back against him, “want you to fucking ruin me, cum inside me ‘n fuck it deep, please,”

“s-sluts don’t get to make requests,” he chokes out, feeling a strong orgasm hurtling towards him. it’ll be more than difficult to hold this one back and he knows it. you do, too. the telltale twitch of his cock in your pussy means you’ve won this.

“c��mon, stuff it full,” is your next request, paired with the spreading of your legs and an insistent push back into his cock.

“you don’t deserve it,” he bites into his lower lip, resolve slipping away as he folds like paper. “ughhh, fuck, we’re not done yet— shit, ‘m cumming..”

and with that, plus a choked moan, he finally lets go, cock spurting white deep into your awaiting cunt. tetsurou’s way too tired to fuck it in until the cum’s pouring out, and lets go of the tie, falling on top of you with a gasp.

“shit, baby,” he bites into your shoulder, still not over the argument from earlier. “can’t move.”

“how do you think i feel? you’re crushing me!”

“it’s okay,” he hushes you, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your face. “we can help each other over to the shower in a little while..”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you’re mine and i’m yours. don’t forget that again, pretty baby.” rintarou’s hand smooths over the tender skin of your throat just before he lightly grabs it, pushing you back against him.

“did you hear me?” his fingers squeeze at the sides of your throat and a gasp slips past your lips as you desperately nod your head, straining to speak.

“y-yeah rin, yes i did.”

“‘s just what i wanted to hear,” he rasps lowly, hips slamming into your ass and filling the room with the sound of an applause.

outside of the bedroom you both snuck off to, the party rages on, people whooping and shouting to the dance music. your cheeks are just as hot as his, your head spinning from the effects of drinking until you became quite tipsy.

rintarou had been sitting on a couch, tossing back shot after shot to show off to his friends and a few others how high his tolerance was. you’d watched wordlessly as a few girls flirted with him, trying to feel him up and coming back every time he pushed them away. he’d just shoved a girl off his lap and onto the floor when he turned to see you disappearing into the crowd.

rintarou found you with a full cup of vodka at the liquor table, and when he’d tried to pull you away to let you know his concern, you’d shouted in his face and doubted his loyalty, questioned your importance to him. he’d been quick to take you away and lead you to an empty room upstairs; in his haste to prep you and push inside, he’d left the door wide open.

“my baby can be a bit dumb sometimes, no?” he coos into your ear, hand falling from your throat as he gets you in a loose headlock. his forearm flexes against you, strong and muscular from all his working out.

“if you were me you would’ve felt the same exact way—” you utter, still frustrated, and he shushes you.

“gotta be a littleee stupid to think you don’t matter to me, pretty,” rintarou huffs, brows furrowing as beads of sweat race down his forehead and gather around his nose.

your chest heaves, tits bouncing in your clothes, shirt hanging off your shoulder. you’d both been focused on only getting the lower halves of your body stripped naked. rintarou’s hair brushes against the side of your face as he tucks his face into your shoulder and rocks his hips harder. he feels it now, the liquor — he definitely doesn’t have a high tolerance, it’s just slow to kick in.

“all mine,” he chokes out into your skin, taking in your smell and the taste of salt from the exertion of the night. “mine, mine, mine,” he grunts repeatedly, pulling back and cumming shallowly inside you.

“rin, ‘m so close,” your voice is whiny as he pushes through the euphoria and slides his cock out of you, then yanks your panties up. “why—why’d you stop?” you sound close to tears.

“oh, baby,” rintarou sighs, the flush high on his cheeks. “for now, i want you to keep it inside, soak in it a little. when we get home, you’re really gonna be in for it.”

warmth spills from you and into your panties, spreading all over your pussy as you move to find your lost clothes with a gasp.

“that’s not fair, i—”

“don’t care,” he shrugs dismissively, tossing you your shorts. “if you wanna be a brat like earlier you’ll have to get yourself off. got that, pretty?”

[gothicajax]

Hii sweetie, hope you're having a great day! Can I request some make up sex with Suna or Osamu?🤲 Thank you sm, I love your works btw<3

FUCK IT BETTER ☆ HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. apologies after an argument aren’t usually spoken in words with miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou, or suna rintarou.

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, everyone is timeskip, rough sex, pussy slapping, choking, public sex, creampie, mild bondage, prone bone, edging

xoxo, juno ★ thank you so much!! i hope you’re having a great day too & i enjoyed writing this very much lol <3

— MIYA ATSUMU

“wanted ta run yer fuckin’ mouth, didn’t you?” you tearfully gasp at atsumu’s words, body jolting as his palm comes down briskly against your sobbing cunt.

“t-tsumu, i’m sorry,” you whine, mouth falling open at the second slap. your clit stings, pain and pleasure coursing through each and every one of your veins. “please, please let me cum.”

he practically barks out a laugh at your pathetic request, “ya expect me to give ya what ya want by bein’ that fuckin’ quiet?”

here you are, legs spread and aching from how long it’s been being countlessly denied your orgasm. earlier on, you and atsumu had gotten into a spat, shouting at one another over a simple misunderstanding. he’d tried to help you understand the issue before it had escalated into a shouting match, but you had been too stubborn to hear him out. now, hours later, you’re laid out on the bed, paying the price for all the shit you’d said to him.

“use your words,” atsumu bites, jeering you on with another merciless slap. when he lifts his hand, a glossy string of wetness connects your pussy to his palm. “‘m listenin’, baby. speak now or forever hold yer orgasm.”

“haa, fuck,” you curse, hips jerking lamely. “i’m sorry for earlier, i really am! b-but please, it hurts so bad.” the corners of his lips curl into a wicked smile at the way your voice desperately cracks.

“can’t hear ya,” he shrugs, ghosting his fingers over the tender skin of your inner thighs with an annoying huff. “gotta be louder for me, mhm.”

you’ve got no other choice.

“atsumu, please,” your voice is entirely choked and nothing but feeble as you beg, “i need to cum on your tongue, i-i really do..”

“that’s a good girl,” the praise rolls off his tongue and he smirks at your submission, then carefully lowers his head to your quivering cunt. you’re nothing less than soaked, ready to make a mess all over.

“just like that,” your back bows off the bed, eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. “ah, ah shit, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

vibrations resonate through your entire core when he chuckles against you, sucking on your clit while he nudges two large fingers against your hole. “gonna open up f’me, baby?”

“always,” is your blissed out answer, hips lifting in an attempt to get some more stimulation. atsumu’s rock hard and rutting into the bed every now and then, but he ultimately decides that making you cum or not is more important.

“that’s my girl,” he coos as he stretches you out on his fingers, pushing into your g-spot and pulling whines from your lips. “this what ya wanted?”

“‘s not enough, tsumu, i need you to fuck me.”

“oh, really?” atsumu purrs, spitting right onto your clit, satisfied as he watches the glob roll down your cunt and onto his slick fingers.

“yes, really,” you cry impatiently, and he finally gives in. just the first heady drag of his tongue against your clit timed with the curl of his thick fingers ignites heat throughout your entire body. your tired legs tremble, wanting nothing more than to give out and collapse inwards — instead, you throw them over his shoulders, thighs squeezing on either side of his head.

brown eyes open and atsumu looks up at you while he lavishes your cunt with attention, cheeks pink and shiny in the low light of the bedroom.

“perfect, ‘s perfect, tsumu.”

slowly, you card your fingers through his blonde hair and nudge him closer, hips lifting and chasing his tongue.

“easy, easy,” his voice is low and smooth as he drinks you in like he hasn’t had water for days, “soon enough, ya brat.”

your heart thrums in your chest, practically bouncing around your ribcage as heat courses through your body and pools in your tummy. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath comes in quick, little puffs.

“mmm, tsumu,” you whimper, thighs clenching around his head; he only speeds up his pace at your tone, knowing what’s sure to come next. “o-oh, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m so close,”

the unspoken please fills the space between each of your frantic words, and atsumu nods against you, eyes locking onto yours. he thinks you look nothing less than beautiful coming apart on his tongue and thrashing on the bed, his name falling from your lips like a sacred prayer.

“‘m cumming, ‘m cumming!” one last lick and you’re letting out a sob as you finally fall over the edge into sheer ecstasy, body completely jackknifing as you sit up and fully bend forward, leaning over him.

“tsumu, tsumu,” euphoric tears cascade down your face, gathering at your chin before they fall onto the back of his neck. he’s still licking and fingering you through it, pumping into your spasming cunt now rather than curling his fingers deep.

“ah, shit,” you gasp sharply, your high lost and replaced with the mix of pain and pleasure from overstimulation. quickly, you scoot your body back, legs falling away lamely as you pull yourself backwards

“nuh uh,” you hear, and you know he’s fully pussy drunk by the way he grips the skin of your ass so hard you can feel the crescent indents you’ll see tomorrow. atsumu looks up, face covered with slick and dripping. “‘s just the first, baby. ya thought i was done that fast?”

— MIYA OSAMU

“wait, samu, i—” your protests fall on deaf ears as osamu pushes you forward and flips up your skirt to reveal your damp panties. he slips a finger beneath them and snaps them into your pussy, pushing you down when your body jolts.

“no, ya fuckin’ started this. now yer gonna finish it, angel.”

“i didn’t mean to be to pushy, i-i really didn’t! osamu, we absolutely cannot do this here!”

you’re bent over the front counter of onigiri miya, minutes after osamu decided to close early on account of a petty spat between him and yourself. you’d been hounding him about closing early or at least leaving the place to his capable managers so you’d be able to spend more time together over the weekend, but he’d stubbornly refused. it got to the point where it would come up in conversation while you were helping around the restaurant, or when you two were home together, and it all came to a head this evening.

after the last customer walked out, osamu kindly dismissed the staff, letting them know that onigiri miya would be closing early tonight and that they could head on out. when he’d flipped the open sign to the closed side, you’d been holding all your stuff, ready to leave, but he’d kissed you hard and manhandled you behind the counter until he was pushing you over. from where you’re positioned over the center of the counter, you can see the road and passerbys across the street, even though it’s a little dark outside.

“anyone could see us! let’s just take care of this at home, i mean it.”

“stop talkin’, i mean it,” osamu grunts, yanking your panties to the side and smacking your ass so hard it stings for a while. “ya pissed me off on purpose, y’know. all that arguin’ ‘nd grabbing me whenever ya could.”

“it was supposed to be encouragement—”

“encouragement my ass!” he exclaims with a laugh, and you can hear him spit just before he pushes two slick fingers inside your tight cunt. your body subconsciously shifts, pushing back against him with the need for more. “yer just a damn brat, and i’m not letting ya get away with it this time, angel.”

you moan as he scissors his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your pussy growing louder and wetter. osamu smirks as he fingers you open; you’re so eager despite all your complaining earlier, aren’t you? clearly, he’s not the only one who’s been dreaming of fucking you in the restaurant after hours.

“hurry up ‘nd cum f’me,” he hisses, impatience driving him to move faster and harder. you only whine and bury your burning face in your arms, hands balling into fists in front of you. sweat accumulates on every inch of your skin, under clothes and across the unclothed slopes of your body. you’re not sure if it’s anxiety from the prospect of being caught, the intensity of the orgasm rising in your belly, or the thrill of it all.

“samu, feels good,” you mumble faintly into the countertop. he swoops a hand under your chin and lifts your head up.

“don’t get all shy on me now. go ahead ‘n tell me, what was that?”

“i said ‘s good, samu,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut as your cunt starts to spasm on his thick fingers.

“good girl,” he praises, using a free finger to rub at your swelling clit and chuckling at the way your body thrashes, hips banging into the counter as you start to pant. “there’s no one else in here, want ya to be loud for me. ya hear me, angel?”

“yes, yes i do, samu, just don’t stop—” each muscle in your body contracts as you cream all over his fingers with a loud moan that echoes through the dining area and bounces off each wall. osamu marvels at the ring of white at his knuckles before he tugs his fingers out of your clenching pussy and sticks them into a mouth before letting them go with a pop.

“alright, ‘s my turn now,” osamu huffs, painfully hard and throbbing. his mouth is full of your sweet aftertaste, head full of the sight of you cumming on his fingers. he won’t be able to get the picture of your arching back out of his mind for months.

“y-you’re too big, samu, i can’t take it just yet,” you cry, fingernails scraping against the countertop. he bottoms out quickly and gives a few sloppy, experimental thrusts.

“yes you can,” is his only response before he’s lifting your hips and pulling you back to meet each buck of his hips. onigiri miya fills with nothing but the sound of skin clapping against skin, along with your shared moans.

this is nothing short of intoxicating, all too rough and yet so fulfilling. osamu’s cock fits inside you perfectly, stretching you out and filling you up just enough — his heavy balls slap against your already sensitive clit. your toes uncontrollably curl in your shoes, body jolting each time his cock kisses your cervix during the occasionally extra intense thrust.

“so fuckin’ tight, shit. yer squeezing me like ya want me to cum already,” osamu comments, lips parting around a moan of your name.

“yes, please,” your back arches and you push backwards off the counter, offering him a better angle for him to fuck you at. your eyes roll all the way back into your head, and a breathy gasp leaves your lips as you feel yourself start to tense. “oh, oh my god, ‘m gonna cum again, i-i—”

his own groans cut you off as he reaches his own high, spreading your legs and rather mercilessly yanking you back onto his cock. osamu buries his cock as deep as he can and shoots ribbons of white into you, warmth filling you up while the excess spills out.

“oh, shit! get down, samu!” you say, dizzy and practically cross eyed; the sound of a knock on a window not far from where you both are wipes the bliss away immediately. you push off the counter and into him, and he falls right onto his bare ass and stifles a curse as you land on his lap. his cock is pulled from you and you’re dripping cum onto his lap behind the front counter while a customer tries to pull on the front door with a closed sign. the post nut clarity hits him and he leans in close to your ear.

“angel, that was amazin’, but the restaurant isn’t the place for this.”

“i said that earlier! this was all you!”

he remembers what you’re talking about but doesn’t want to acknowledge how wrong he was. “no, no ya didn’t. ya said it would be fine and i trusted ya.” when you try to protest, he cups a hand over your mouth and says you can’t talk about it right now because of the customer.

— KUROO TETSUROU

“just shut the fuck up, yeah? spread your damn legs.”

there’s nothing you can do but bury your face in the duvet; it’s stained from the drool dripping down your chin and the mix of mascara and tears that stain your cheeks.

“i said, spread em. did i fuck you dumb or something, doll? doesn’t seem like you understand what i’m saying, huh?”

“tetsu,” you whine, his name drawn out as it leaves your bitten lips. “‘s too much, i can’t take it anymore, tetsu!”

tetsurou yanks on his tie, pulling your bound hands back towards him and your head up. “aw, that’s too bad,” he grunts mockingly, “i don’t care. you can, and you will.”

he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust, your asscheeks rhythmically clapping against his thighs and slightly echoing around the room. tetsurou savors the weak moans that leave your lips and the pathetic little cries you can’t seem to stop letting out. you’d decided to prank him on the wrong day; he’d had a terrible day at work and was on thin ice, and when you’d been snarky with him as a prank, he’d snapped back.

instead of taking a moment to pause and assess the situation, then apologize, your tempers had both flared, leading to a nasty argument. tetsurou had repeatedly warned you that he’d needed some time to himself to shower and relax before getting into bed, but you’d been all too insistent in pissing him off. challenging his every word with sultry innuendos and bratty confidence had him throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before dumping you onto the bed in a heap.

“i already came, tetsu, ‘m too sensitive,” you push, tits bouncing as he only yanks your hands back harder. some of the fabric audibly tears and he curses under his breath, changing up his once methodical pace.

the thick tip of his cock punches into your g-spot again and again, only going deeper and harder with each stroke. your cunt spasms and you moan lowly as you cum on his cock for the nth time; you’ve entirely lost count and tetsurou certainly doesn’t care to help you keep track.

“shittt, that’s it,” he praises, closing his eyes as a few beads of sweat roll down his temple from exertion. “i want you to cum over ‘n over, until you can’t fucking move.”

his balls clench and he gulps as he holds back another pesky orgasm, tensing his cock until the feeling finally goes away. it’s physically hard to keep it going, with the way your sticky walls are quite literally milking him and begging for his load.

“tetsu,” you whisper, voice small. it’s not like he’s discreet — you can feel him holding back inside you, prolonging this round because he’s gonna end up falling asleep afterwards. “cum in me, i need it bad.”

“what’d i say about asking the right way?” tetsurou groans, smacking your ass hard and startling you. it’s a mistake, because you clench hard on his cock and suck him deeper; you’re so hot and tight and he’s so fucking close to giving in.

even though you’re entirely fucked out and exhausted, soreness setting into every muscle, you’re still devious and absolutely determined to make him break.

“tetsu,” you whine, biting your lip as you push back against him, “want you to fucking ruin me, cum inside me ‘n fuck it deep, please,”

“s-sluts don’t get to make requests,” he chokes out, feeling a strong orgasm hurtling towards him. it’ll be more than difficult to hold this one back and he knows it. you do, too. the telltale twitch of his cock in your pussy means you’ve won this.

“c’mon, stuff it full,” is your next request, paired with the spreading of your legs and an insistent push back into his cock.

“you don’t deserve it,” he bites into his lower lip, resolve slipping away as he folds like paper. “ughhh, fuck, we’re not done yet— shit, ‘m cumming..”

and with that, plus a choked moan, he finally lets go, cock spurting white deep into your awaiting cunt. tetsurou’s way too tired to fuck it in until the cum’s pouring out, and lets go of the tie, falling on top of you with a gasp.

“shit, baby,” he bites into your shoulder, still not over the argument from earlier. “can’t move.”

“how do you think i feel? you’re crushing me!”

“it’s okay,” he hushes you, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your face. “we can help each other over to the shower in a little while..”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you’re mine and i’m yours. don’t forget that again, pretty baby.” rintarou’s hand smooths over the tender skin of your throat just before he lightly grabs it, pushing you back against him.

“did you hear me?” his fingers squeeze at the sides of your throat and a gasp slips past your lips as you desperately nod your head, straining to speak.

“y-yeah rin, yes i did.”

“‘s just what i wanted to hear,” he rasps lowly, hips slamming into your ass and filling the room with the sound of an applause.

outside of the bedroom you both snuck off to, the party rages on, people whooping and shouting to the dance music. your cheeks are just as hot as his, your head spinning from the effects of drinking until you became quite tipsy.

rintarou had been sitting on a couch, tossing back shot after shot to show off to his friends and a few others how high his tolerance was. you’d watched wordlessly as a few girls flirted with him, trying to feel him up and coming back every time he pushed them away. he’d just shoved a girl off his lap and onto the floor when he turned to see you disappearing into the crowd.

rintarou found you with a full cup of vodka at the liquor table, and when he’d tried to pull you away to let you know his concern, you’d shouted in his face and doubted his loyalty, questioned your importance to him. he’d been quick to take you away and lead you to an empty room upstairs; in his haste to prep you and push inside, he’d left the door wide open.

“my baby can be a bit dumb sometimes, no?” he coos into your ear, hand falling from your throat as he gets you in a loose headlock. his forearm flexes against you, strong and muscular from all his working out.

“if you were me you would’ve felt the same exact way—” you utter, still frustrated, and he shushes you.

“gotta be a littleee stupid to think you don’t matter to me, pretty,” rintarou huffs, brows furrowing as beads of sweat race down his forehead and gather around his nose.

your chest heaves, tits bouncing in your clothes, shirt hanging off your shoulder. you’d both been focused on only getting the lower halves of your body stripped naked. rintarou’s hair brushes against the side of your face as he tucks his face into your shoulder and rocks his hips harder. he feels it now, the liquor — he definitely doesn’t have a high tolerance, it’s just slow to kick in.

“all mine,” he chokes out into your skin, taking in your smell and the taste of salt from the exertion of the night. “mine, mine, mine,” he grunts repeatedly, pulling back and cumming shallowly inside you.

“rin, ‘m so close,” your voice is whiny as he pushes through the euphoria and slides his cock out of you, then yanks your panties up. “why—why’d you stop?” you sound close to tears.

“oh, baby,” rintarou sighs, the flush high on his cheeks. “for now, i want you to keep it inside, soak in it a little. when we get home, you’re really gonna be in for it.”

warmth spills from you and into your panties, spreading all over your pussy as you move to find your lost clothes with a gasp.

“that’s not fair, i—”

“don’t care,” he shrugs dismissively, tossing you your shorts. “if you wanna be a brat like earlier you’ll have to get yourself off. got that, pretty?”

[gothicajax]

Hii sweetie, hope you're having a great day! Can I request some make up sex with Suna or Osamu?🤲 Thank you sm, I love your works btw<3

FUCK IT BETTER ☆ HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. apologies after an argument aren’t usually spoken in words with miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou, or suna rintarou.

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, f! reader, everyone is timeskip, rough sex, pussy slapping, choking, public sex, creampie, mild bondage, prone bone, edging

xoxo, juno ★ thank you so much!! i hope you’re having a great day too & i enjoyed writing this very much lol <3

— MIYA ATSUMU

“wanted ta run yer fuckin’ mouth, didn’t you?” you tearfully gasp at atsumu’s words, body jolting as his palm comes down briskly against your sobbing cunt.

“t-tsumu, i’m sorry,” you whine, mouth falling open at the second slap. your clit stings, pain and pleasure coursing through each and every one of your veins. “please, please let me cum.”

he practically barks out a laugh at your pathetic request, “ya expect me to give ya what ya want by bein’ that fuckin’ quiet?”

here you are, legs spread and aching from how long it’s been being countlessly denied your orgasm. earlier on, you and atsumu had gotten into a spat, shouting at one another over a simple misunderstanding. he’d tried to help you understand the issue before it had escalated into a shouting match, but you had been too stubborn to hear him out. now, hours later, you’re laid out on the bed, paying the price for all the shit you’d said to him.

“use your words,” atsumu bites, jeering you on with another merciless slap. when he lifts his hand, a glossy string of wetness connects your pussy to his palm. “‘m listenin’, baby. speak now or forever hold yer orgasm.”

“haa, fuck,” you curse, hips jerking lamely. “i’m sorry for earlier, i really am! b-but please, it hurts so bad.” the corners of his lips curl into a wicked smile at the way your voice desperately cracks.

“can’t hear ya,” he shrugs, ghosting his fingers over the tender skin of your inner thighs with an annoying huff. “gotta be louder for me, mhm.”

you’ve got no other choice.

“atsumu, please,” your voice is entirely choked and nothing but feeble as you beg, “i need to cum on your tongue, i-i really do..”

“that’s a good girl,” the praise rolls off his tongue and he smirks at your submission, then carefully lowers his head to your quivering cunt. you’re nothing less than soaked, ready to make a mess all over.

“just like that,” your back bows off the bed, eyes rolling back into the depths of your skull. “ah, ah shit, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

vibrations resonate through your entire core when he chuckles against you, sucking on your clit while he nudges two large fingers against your hole. “gonna open up f’me, baby?”

“always,” is your blissed out answer, hips lifting in an attempt to get some more stimulation. atsumu’s rock hard and rutting into the bed every now and then, but he ultimately decides that making you cum or not is more important.

“that’s my girl,” he coos as he stretches you out on his fingers, pushing into your g-spot and pulling whines from your lips. “this what ya wanted?”

“‘s not enough, tsumu, i need you to fuck me.”

“oh, really?” atsumu purrs, spitting right onto your clit, satisfied as he watches the glob roll down your cunt and onto his slick fingers.

“yes, really,” you cry impatiently, and he finally gives in. just the first heady drag of his tongue against your clit timed with the curl of his thick fingers ignites heat throughout your entire body. your tired legs tremble, wanting nothing more than to give out and collapse inwards — instead, you throw them over his shoulders, thighs squeezing on either side of his head.

brown eyes open and atsumu looks up at you while he lavishes your cunt with attention, cheeks pink and shiny in the low light of the bedroom.

“perfect, ‘s perfect, tsumu.”

slowly, you card your fingers through his blonde hair and nudge him closer, hips lifting and chasing his tongue.

“easy, easy,” his voice is low and smooth as he drinks you in like he hasn’t had water for days, “soon enough, ya brat.”

your heart thrums in your chest, practically bouncing around your ribcage as heat courses through your body and pools in your tummy. tears prick at the corner of your eyes and your breath comes in quick, little puffs.

“mmm, tsumu,” you whimper, thighs clenching around his head; he only speeds up his pace at your tone, knowing what’s sure to come next. “o-oh, ‘m gonna cum, ‘m so close,”

the unspoken please fills the space between each of your frantic words, and atsumu nods against you, eyes locking onto yours. he thinks you look nothing less than beautiful coming apart on his tongue and thrashing on the bed, his name falling from your lips like a sacred prayer.

“‘m cumming, ‘m cumming!” one last lick and you’re letting out a sob as you finally fall over the edge into sheer ecstasy, body completely jackknifing as you sit up and fully bend forward, leaning over him.

“tsumu, tsumu,” euphoric tears cascade down your face, gathering at your chin before they fall onto the back of his neck. he’s still licking and fingering you through it, pumping into your spasming cunt now rather than curling his fingers deep.

“ah, shit,” you gasp sharply, your high lost and replaced with the mix of pain and pleasure from overstimulation. quickly, you scoot your body back, legs falling away lamely as you pull yourself backwards

“nuh uh,” you hear, and you know he’s fully pussy drunk by the way he grips the skin of your ass so hard you can feel the crescent indents you’ll see tomorrow. atsumu looks up, face covered with slick and dripping. “‘s just the first, baby. ya thought i was done that fast?”

— MIYA OSAMU

“wait, samu, i—” your protests fall on deaf ears as osamu pushes you forward and flips up your skirt to reveal your damp panties. he slips a finger beneath them and snaps them into your pussy, pushing you down when your body jolts.

“no, ya fuckin’ started this. now yer gonna finish it, angel.”

“i didn’t mean to be to pushy, i-i really didn’t! osamu, we absolutely cannot do this here!”

you’re bent over the front counter of onigiri miya, minutes after osamu decided to close early on account of a petty spat between him and yourself. you’d been hounding him about closing early or at least leaving the place to his capable managers so you’d be able to spend more time together over the weekend, but he’d stubbornly refused. it got to the point where it would come up in conversation while you were helping around the restaurant, or when you two were home together, and it all came to a head this evening.

after the last customer walked out, osamu kindly dismissed the staff, letting them know that onigiri miya would be closing early tonight and that they could head on out. when he’d flipped the open sign to the closed side, you’d been holding all your stuff, ready to leave, but he’d kissed you hard and manhandled you behind the counter until he was pushing you over. from where you’re positioned over the center of the counter, you can see the road and passerbys across the street, even though it’s a little dark outside.

“anyone could see us! let’s just take care of this at home, i mean it.”

“stop talkin’, i mean it,” osamu grunts, yanking your panties to the side and smacking your ass so hard it stings for a while. “ya pissed me off on purpose, y’know. all that arguin’ ‘nd grabbing me whenever ya could.”

“it was supposed to be encouragement—”

“encouragement my ass!” he exclaims with a laugh, and you can hear him spit just before he pushes two slick fingers inside your tight cunt. your body subconsciously shifts, pushing back against him with the need for more. “yer just a damn brat, and i’m not letting ya get away with it this time, angel.”

you moan as he scissors his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your pussy growing louder and wetter. osamu smirks as he fingers you open; you’re so eager despite all your complaining earlier, aren’t you? clearly, he’s not the only one who’s been dreaming of fucking you in the restaurant after hours.

“hurry up ‘nd cum f’me,” he hisses, impatience driving him to move faster and harder. you only whine and bury your burning face in your arms, hands balling into fists in front of you. sweat accumulates on every inch of your skin, under clothes and across the unclothed slopes of your body. you’re not sure if it’s anxiety from the prospect of being caught, the intensity of the orgasm rising in your belly, or the thrill of it all.

“samu, feels good,” you mumble faintly into the countertop. he swoops a hand under your chin and lifts your head up.

“don’t get all shy on me now. go ahead ‘n tell me, what was that?”

“i said ‘s good, samu,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut as your cunt starts to spasm on his thick fingers.

“good girl,” he praises, using a free finger to rub at your swelling clit and chuckling at the way your body thrashes, hips banging into the counter as you start to pant. “there’s no one else in here, want ya to be loud for me. ya hear me, angel?”

“yes, yes i do, samu, just don’t stop—” each muscle in your body contracts as you cream all over his fingers with a loud moan that echoes through the dining area and bounces off each wall. osamu marvels at the ring of white at his knuckles before he tugs his fingers out of your clenching pussy and sticks them into a mouth before letting them go with a pop.

“alright, ‘s my turn now,” osamu huffs, painfully hard and throbbing. his mouth is full of your sweet aftertaste, head full of the sight of you cumming on his fingers. he won’t be able to get the picture of your arching back out of his mind for months.

“y-you’re too big, samu, i can’t take it just yet,” you cry, fingernails scraping against the countertop. he bottoms out quickly and gives a few sloppy, experimental thrusts.

“yes you can,” is his only response before he’s lifting your hips and pulling you back to meet each buck of his hips. onigiri miya fills with nothing but the sound of skin clapping against skin, along with your shared moans.

this is nothing short of intoxicating, all too rough and yet so fulfilling. osamu’s cock fits inside you perfectly, stretching you out and filling you up just enough — his heavy balls slap against your already sensitive clit. your toes uncontrollably curl in your shoes, body jolting each time his cock kisses your cervix during the occasionally extra intense thrust.

“so fuckin’ tight, shit. yer squeezing me like ya want me to cum already,” osamu comments, lips parting around a moan of your name.

“yes, please,” your back arches and you push backwards off the counter, offering him a better angle for him to fuck you at. your eyes roll all the way back into your head, and a breathy gasp leaves your lips as you feel yourself start to tense. “oh, oh my god, ‘m gonna cum again, i-i—”

his own groans cut you off as he reaches his own high, spreading your legs and rather mercilessly yanking you back onto his cock. osamu buries his cock as deep as he can and shoots ribbons of white into you, warmth filling you up while the excess spills out.

“oh, shit! get down, samu!” you say, dizzy and practically cross eyed; the sound of a knock on a window not far from where you both are wipes the bliss away immediately. you push off the counter and into him, and he falls right onto his bare ass and stifles a curse as you land on his lap. his cock is pulled from you and you’re dripping cum onto his lap behind the front counter while a customer tries to pull on the front door with a closed sign. the post nut clarity hits him and he leans in close to your ear.

“angel, that was amazin’, but the restaurant isn’t the place for this.”

“i said that earlier! this was all you!”

he remembers what you’re talking about but doesn’t want to acknowledge how wrong he was. “no, no ya didn’t. ya said it would be fine and i trusted ya.” when you try to protest, he cups a hand over your mouth and says you can’t talk about it right now because of the customer.

— KUROO TETSUROU

“just shut the fuck up, yeah? spread your damn legs.”

there’s nothing you can do but bury your face in the duvet; it’s stained from the drool dripping down your chin and the mix of mascara and tears that stain your cheeks.

“i said, spread em. did i fuck you dumb or something, doll? doesn’t seem like you understand what i’m saying, huh?”

“tetsu,” you whine, his name drawn out as it leaves your bitten lips. “‘s too much, i can’t take it anymore, tetsu!”

tetsurou yanks on his tie, pulling your bound hands back towards him and your head up. “aw, that’s too bad,” he grunts mockingly, “i don’t care. you can, and you will.”

he punctuates each word with a harsh thrust, your asscheeks rhythmically clapping against his thighs and slightly echoing around the room. tetsurou savors the weak moans that leave your lips and the pathetic little cries you can’t seem to stop letting out. you’d decided to prank him on the wrong day; he’d had a terrible day at work and was on thin ice, and when you’d been snarky with him as a prank, he’d snapped back.

instead of taking a moment to pause and assess the situation, then apologize, your tempers had both flared, leading to a nasty argument. tetsurou had repeatedly warned you that he’d needed some time to himself to shower and relax before getting into bed, but you’d been all too insistent in pissing him off. challenging his every word with sultry innuendos and bratty confidence had him throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before dumping you onto the bed in a heap.

“i already came, tetsu, ‘m too sensitive,” you push, tits bouncing as he only yanks your hands back harder. some of the fabric audibly tears and he curses under his breath, changing up his once methodical pace.

the thick tip of his cock punches into your g-spot again and again, only going deeper and harder with each stroke. your cunt spasms and you moan lowly as you cum on his cock for the nth time; you’ve entirely lost count and tetsurou certainly doesn’t care to help you keep track.

“shittt, that’s it,” he praises, closing his eyes as a few beads of sweat roll down his temple from exertion. “i want you to cum over ‘n over, until you can’t fucking move.”

his balls clench and he gulps as he holds back another pesky orgasm, tensing his cock until the feeling finally goes away. it’s physically hard to keep it going, with the way your sticky walls are quite literally milking him and begging for his load.

“tetsu,” you whisper, voice small. it’s not like he’s discreet — you can feel him holding back inside you, prolonging this round because he’s gonna end up falling asleep afterwards. “cum in me, i need it bad.”

“what’d i say about asking the right way?” tetsurou groans, smacking your ass hard and startling you. it’s a mistake, because you clench hard on his cock and suck him deeper; you’re so hot and tight and he’s so fucking close to giving in.

even though you’re entirely fucked out and exhausted, soreness setting into every muscle, you’re still devious and absolutely determined to make him break.

“tetsu,” you whine, biting your lip as you push back against him, “want you to fucking ruin me, cum inside me ‘n fuck it deep, please,”

“s-sluts don’t get to make requests,” he chokes out, feeling a strong orgasm hurtling towards him. it’ll be more than difficult to hold this one back and he knows it. you do, too. the telltale twitch of his cock in your pussy means you’ve won this.

“c’mon, stuff it full,” is your next request, paired with the spreading of your legs and an insistent push back into his cock.

“you don’t deserve it,” he bites into his lower lip, resolve slipping away as he folds like paper. “ughhh, fuck, we’re not done yet— shit, ‘m cumming..”

and with that, plus a choked moan, he finally lets go, cock spurting white deep into your awaiting cunt. tetsurou’s way too tired to fuck it in until the cum’s pouring out, and lets go of the tie, falling on top of you with a gasp.

“shit, baby,” he bites into your shoulder, still not over the argument from earlier. “can’t move.”

“how do you think i feel? you’re crushing me!”

“it’s okay,” he hushes you, planting a sloppy kiss to the side of your face. “we can help each other over to the shower in a little while..”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you’re mine and i’m yours. don’t forget that again, pretty baby.” rintarou’s hand smooths over the tender skin of your throat just before he lightly grabs it, pushing you back against him.

“did you hear me?” his fingers squeeze at the sides of your throat and a gasp slips past your lips as you desperately nod your head, straining to speak.

“y-yeah rin, yes i did.”

“‘s just what i wanted to hear,” he rasps lowly, hips slamming into your ass and filling the room with the sound of an applause.

outside of the bedroom you both snuck off to, the party rages on, people whooping and shouting to the dance music. your cheeks are just as hot as his, your head spinning from the effects of drinking until you became quite tipsy.

rintarou had been sitting on a couch, tossing back shot after shot to show off to his friends and a few others how high his tolerance was. you’d watched wordlessly as a few girls flirted with him, trying to feel him up and coming back every time he pushed them away. he’d just shoved a girl off his lap and onto the floor when he turned to see you disappearing into the crowd.

rintarou found you with a full cup of vodka at the liquor table, and when he’d tried to pull you away to let you know his concern, you’d shouted in his face and doubted his loyalty, questioned your importance to him. he’d been quick to take you away and lead you to an empty room upstairs; in his haste to prep you and push inside, he’d left the door wide open.

“my baby can be a bit dumb sometimes, no?” he coos into your ear, hand falling from your throat as he gets you in a loose headlock. his forearm flexes against you, strong and muscular from all his working out.

“if you were me you would’ve felt the same exact way—” you utter, still frustrated, and he shushes you.

“gotta be a littleee stupid to think you don’t matter to me, pretty,” rintarou huffs, brows furrowing as beads of sweat race down his forehead and gather around his nose.

your chest heaves, tits bouncing in your clothes, shirt hanging off your shoulder. you’d both been focused on only getting the lower halves of your body stripped naked. rintarou’s hair brushes against the side of your face as he tucks his face into your shoulder and rocks his hips harder. he feels it now, the liquor — he definitely doesn’t have a high tolerance, it’s just slow to kick in.

“all mine,” he chokes out into your skin, taking in your smell and the taste of salt from the exertion of the night. “mine, mine, mine,” he grunts repeatedly, pulling back and cumming shallowly inside you.

“rin, ‘m so close,” your voice is whiny as he pushes through the euphoria and slides his cock out of you, then yanks your panties up. “why—why’d you stop?” you sound close to tears.

“oh, baby,” rintarou sighs, the flush high on his cheeks. “for now, i want you to keep it inside, soak in it a little. when we get home, you’re really gonna be in for it.”

warmth spills from you and into your panties, spreading all over your pussy as you move to find your lost clothes with a gasp.

“that’s not fair, i—”

“don’t care,” he shrugs dismissively, tossing you your shorts. “if you wanna be a brat like earlier you’ll have to get yourself off. got that, pretty?”

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You make your way down the hallway, fingertips skimming the wall as you navigate by the soft streetlight filtering in through the window. You hadn't wanted to turn on any lights, hoping to wake yourself up as little as possible on your midnight trip to the bathroom. You also hadn't wanted to disturb Atsumu, but as you slip back into the bedroom, you realize it wouldn't have mattered.

He's sitting up in bed, turning to look at you as you enter with a frown creasing his brow. "Where'd ya go?" He asks in a low, gruff voice still tinged with sleep. "I woke up 'n you were gone."

You laugh softly, lifting the covers to slide back into the still-warm spot you'd left only minutes ago. "I just had to go to the bathroom," You whisper.

"Mm. 'Kay," He blinks sleepily, settling back down against his pillows as his hand finds its way to your hip, drawing you in closer to him as he hums softly in contentment. This is an Atsumu you rarely get to see - bleary and sleep-warm, vulnerable in a way he'd never admit to in the light of day.

"Sorry," You murmur, fingertips brushing through bleach-blond hair before trailing down to give his bicep a squeeze.

"'S okay." His lips ghost across your forehead, then he tucks your head beneath his chin. "Love you. G'night."

"Good night," You return softly, "I love you too, Tsumu." You curl in just a little closer, content to let his deep, even breaths and the quiet beating of his heart against your ear lull you back to sleep.

[gothicajax]

Hello. Could you do a headcanon or story about Yandere Acheron x Reader (gender neutral).

The reader doesn’t care about Acherons yandere-ness.

Example:

Acheron: I killed someone.

Y/n: Uh-huh.

Acheron:…you… don’t care?

Y/n: No. I don’t know the person anyway. Soooo what now? Wanna game?

Yandere! Acheron x GN! Reader

"So if I were to-" "go for it"

N: thank you for the request annon!! First yandere request 🎉

Warnings: mentions of death, murder, stalkers, murder, most you'd expect with a yandere fic

Acheron isn't a yandere that would usually kill. She is, at most, a scary dog. Always lurking over your shoulder in public and sitting closely to you. This apparent part of her nature is why you rarely catch onto her yandere like habits.

The fact that when there were obvious signs like her staring down a person that looked at you for longer than she'd like. You just didn't care. She could plan something about how to get rid of someone she saw as dangerous toward you out loud, maybe on a pen and paper, and stick it to the fridge. You'd look at it for two seconds, "must be a new hobby" and then go on with your day

Acheron, however, was non the wiser. Even though she already has you, she's afraid you'd leave her because of what could be considered a major overreaction. Even though you could have reported a stalker of yours to the police wouldn't it be quicker to just take them out? She isn't gonna take any chances after she killed them, turning off the news to a different channel, saying that it's always the same thing, not wanting to take the chance that maybe the family didn't cover this one up, her being unable to make eye contact with you for a short while is also telling that, she knows what she did would benefit you, but how would you feel if you had known?

So another fated event, another person eyeing you with glints of admiration, obsessing over every muscle that moves in your face to make words, to blink. nearly drooling over you. At the very least, she would be annoyed, leaving the cafe and hearing "I think that guy's on a wanted list" from you, inspired maybe too much looking over your back while walking home and then doing enough research to know his whole family. As soon as he was an established threat, she had already known his route home, sneaking away from you to cut him off. All she had to do now was go back to you and-

"Acheron?" You narrow your eyes. "Y/n." She froze, it would be strange to leave the scene now, she tries to think of a way to leave only for her thoughts to rage on about how you had caught her. "I gotta start paying more attention to you, how do you get so far?" you exhale grabbing her hand "let's go I finally found a couch co-op game" you tug at her hand, finally getting her to move, walking away you lean onto her shoulder. "You killed him didn't you" "what makes you think that?" She remains calm, walking at the same pace she always did, her hand as firm around yours as usual.

"There was a strong smell in that alley, not to mention" you poke her finger "there's a red spot on the hand you wield your sword with" you hum but she stays silent, continuing to walk with you. "What will you do?" Her response is low squeezing your hand subconsciously. "Nothing" you reply to her, holding her hand reassuringly. "Knowing you, they were probably bad news to begin with" you unlock your phone to show her the game you were telling her about. "Now let's get home and play this!" Your eyes sparkle going on about the game. Acheron smiles as a wave of relief crashes over her, thanking every Aeon known to man. She'll enjoy seeing that precious smile of yours, till the day you care about how far she's willing to go for you

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Helloooooo I'm not the Acheron anon but I'm probably just as down bad as the both of you she's literally everything to me and I absolutely love the way you've been writing her so I'm dragging my down-bad self to your box to ask for more crumbs 🥺

If it's not too much trouble can I request a one-shot with vampire Acheron? I've had thoughts about her white-haired emanator form (I mean have u seen her stance in the character info menu when in the ult IT'S SO GOOD AHHHHH) and I just feel like she'd be a very convincing vampire in that form. Can be sfw or nsfw I'll leave the decision up to the chef ;)

Sorry this isn't super concrete or anything it's my first time sending an ask but I couldn't help myself... Next time I crawl back into your ask box I'll try and give u more to work with I promise 😅

trepidation.

Pairings: acheron x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, vampire au, vamp acheron my beloved, suggestive, blood, yummy, slight horror scary oooooo, it’s ok yall will be fine it’s just acheron being weird, I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM and I’m too eepy rn, I’m scared it didn’t turn out good, fluffy yay, not proofread.

A/N: i love all the other acheron lovers here yall are amazing ALSO I AGREE ON THE WHITE HAIR FORM PART IT LEGIT REMINDED ME OF A VAMPIRE and off topic but yall should’ve seen me when I was first pulling for her when she came out back then I was PRAYING like someone pull me off the fucking ceiling atp 🕯️

Blurry sights of the dim candlelight filled your vision as you blinked opened your eyes, your entire body limp and splayed out on the mattress. Each deep breath made your chest rise and fall rhythmically, scanning the room for any oddities present. A sudden sense of uneasiness washed over you upon remembering where you were, hands scrambling to your throat and brushing your fingers along your skin to find any traces of a bite.

A relived sigh blew from your lips upon failing to find any sign of the woman you were currently living with potentially sipping your throat as if it was a hearty snack. Acheron never drank any blood from you, nor had she even attempted. She’d usually cocoon herself in a random spot within the manor whenever hunger overtook her, attempting to control herself as shivers racked her body each time. It wasn’t the most pleasant sight to say the least. You found yourself engulfed with a sense of alarm each time you saw one of Acheron’s unnerving reactions.

The way her blood red eyes drilled into you made your pulse nearly cease from pure terror, stomach nearly dropping as your chest tightened in those moments. However, Acheron never mauled you like your internal self told you she would. Your thoughts exaggerated a bit, sure. But a vampire allowing you to live with her without anything in return couldn’t help but raise a few suspicions within you, she surely wanted your blood, right?

You were still a bit wobbly in your movements when you rose to your feet, heavy lidded eyes blinking groggily as you shouldered the heavy red curtains to the side. Faint rays of the orange light diffused into your room, giving view to the small cemetery garden located right below the large mansion. The solid stone tombs stuck out of the ground firmly, piles of soil scattered at the foot of the gravestones. You couldn’t help but think to yourself at the halfwitted thought process that could’ve gone into placing a cemetery garden right next to a vampire’s residence, also striking in the possibility that Acheron could’ve been the reason for half of the tombs in there.

The thick crimson curtains barely allowed any light to pass through, their deepened color bearing an uncanny resemblance to blood. Still a bit uncoordinated, you decided to pace around your room in circles to recollect yourself, bare feet thudding against the spruce flooring.

“You’re awake.”

The sudden low voice struck your body upright, slowly turning around to be met with Acheron’s piercing eyes. You rubbed your elbow bashfully as your chest tightened once more, feeling a sense of clawing fear once more within you. You couldn’t help it, she was terrifying. Every time she’d walk up behind you or toward you, even with good intentions, your heart felt like threads had wrapped around the beating muscle, and tugged outward to bury the threads within it.

“Sorry if I startled you.” Acheron replied coldly, seemingly being able to sense your fear. You let out a pathetic cough in response, attempting to cover up your initial trepidation. “Right- ah..don’t worry about it, Acheron. I’m just a little tired.”

Nodding, Acheron rolled her shoulders back as a stretch before turning away from you. You tilted your head at her avoidant behavior, the evident ominous feeling lingering in the air. She had always been the quiet type, yet something seemed…off. Shrugging, you shouldered past Acheron silently, keeping your gaze locked onto the ground or the ceiling—anything but her.

Your muscles tensed upon feeling her skin graze yours, puzzled at the odd feeling. It was warm, yet cold at the same time. The specks of vermillion cracking up her arms and seeping down the collar of her neck felt different from her bare skin. Yet the strangest thing was, she had tensed up as well as you brushed your shoulder against hers, as if she feared you just as much as you feared her. However, that couldn’t be the case.

After heading to the first floor of the manor, you couldn’t help but pick up on the thick ominous atmosphere clouding the entire place. The housekeepers themselves were shaken up too, all disheveled as if they hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the previous night. A heavy feeling seemed to weigh down your body, as a sense of caution rang within your head. It was as if gravity had tripled, yet the day didn’t seem off, just normal like usual.

You mulled over all the possibilities as to why such an unsettling tension plagued the entire space, not being able to think of even one. That was until the faint sound of ragged breaths grew louder and louder, each breath increasing in volume than the last. The noises formed a disturbing bitterness piling up inside your throat, making you recoil physically as you heard how strained and guttural each cycle of inhales and exhales were. No doubt, it was probably Acheron.

Swallowing back your fear, you headed up the stairs slowly, time nearly stopping as your breath hitched with each anticipated step. You felt like a large, heavy stone was resting within your stomach as you stood before the door, a sliver of dim light peeking through the slight opening. Acheron’s huddled form made you feel all the more worried, brows furrowing and wrinkling up your face as you saw her body twitch occasionally.

Her white hair draped down her back and over her shoulders as her back hunched over, nails digging into her own arms as she hissed in pained intake of air through her fangs. You gently creaked the door open, making her jerk in response, but still facing away from you. Although you were afraid of Acheron, it hurt to see her like this, in pain and keeping to herself.

“Acheron..?”

You began in a hushed voice as to not startle her, reaching a hand out carefully. She was quick to snap her head around, fingers nearly bruising her hugged arms. You drew your hand back to your chest as it seemed to instinctively repel from Acheron’s bloodthirsty gaze. Her hand was pressed against her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. It almost seemed like…she was in pain? Surges of pity for this poor woman’s famished state began to race through your mind.

“Sorry.” She croaked out hoarsely, trying to keep her voice indifferent yet evidently failing. You felt your heart almost burn at the sting of guilt you felt when she apologized, wanting to take her in your arms and hold her tight. You felt like you were in love with her all over again-

Wait, love?

You feared her, why was your brain suddenly spewing nonsense claiming to be in love with her?

No. That wasn’t it.

The reason you’d avoided Acheron was due to the way you couldn’t properly articulate your feelings to her. How you wanted to grow closer to this alluring woman and caress her cheek, whispering into her ear tenderly. How you wanted her fangs to dig into your throat and swallow each drop of your blood carefully like a divine meal she’d be honored to consume. Fear was just a mask used to avoid the fact that you’d fallen in love with someone your kind would’ve killed in an instant. Someone who your parents had always told you to beware of.

You quickly circled your arms around Acheron, squeezing her as you leaned into her back. Her expression softened, her breathing still heavy, yet seemingly calming down at your touch.

“(Name)…?”

“Hungry?”

She nodded at your upfront question visibly ashamed and embarrassed. You only pulled her to your chest, pale strands tickling your face as you buried your face into her silky hair. Acheron rested her hand atop yours which was encircled around her stomach, shaky sighs pushing past her parted lips periodically. Your thumb massaged soothing circles against her skin, eyes gently closed as you pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“It’s alright. I’m here.”

Her eyelids drooped in comfort as she felt warmth course through her veins, her breathing still echoed throughout the manor, yet it seemed to calmed down quite a bit. Acheron slowly began to regain some semblance of calmness, her heavy lidded eyes locking up onto you from below. You simply flashed her a soft smile, finding it useless to hide any longer as you pulled her to your chest.

And it didn’t take long for you to unbutton your collar, tilting your neck to the side.

A/N: IM SORRY IF THE PLOT WAS TOO SUDDEN I NEED HER SO BADLY RN IM GONNA GO BUY AN ACHERON PLUSHIE ATP AND ITS SUPER LAYE SND IM SLEEPY IM SORRY 💔

I promise my next work will be better

I hate how this turned out

[gothicajax]

Helloooooo I'm not the Acheron anon but I'm probably just as down bad as the both of you she's literally everything to me and I absolutely love the way you've been writing her so I'm dragging my down-bad self to your box to ask for more crumbs 🥺

If it's not too much trouble can I request a one-shot with vampire Acheron? I've had thoughts about her white-haired emanator form (I mean have u seen her stance in the character info menu when in the ult IT'S SO GOOD AHHHHH) and I just feel like she'd be a very convincing vampire in that form. Can be sfw or nsfw I'll leave the decision up to the chef ;)

Sorry this isn't super concrete or anything it's my first time sending an ask but I couldn't help myself... Next time I crawl back into your ask box I'll try and give u more to work with I promise 😅

trepidation.

Pairings: acheron x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, vampire au, vamp acheron my beloved, suggestive, blood, yummy, slight horror scary oooooo, it’s ok yall will be fine it’s just acheron being weird, I WROTE THIS AT 2 AM and I’m too eepy rn, I’m scared it didn’t turn out good, fluffy yay, not proofread.

A/N: i love all the other acheron lovers here yall are amazing ALSO I AGREE ON THE WHITE HAIR FORM PART IT LEGIT REMINDED ME OF A VAMPIRE and off topic but yall should’ve seen me when I was first pulling for her when she came out back then I was PRAYING like someone pull me off the fucking ceiling atp 🕯️

Blurry sights of the dim candlelight filled your vision as you blinked opened your eyes, your entire body limp and splayed out on the mattress. Each deep breath made your chest rise and fall rhythmically, scanning the room for any oddities present. A sudden sense of uneasiness washed over you upon remembering where you were, hands scrambling to your throat and brushing your fingers along your skin to find any traces of a bite.

A relived sigh blew from your lips upon failing to find any sign of the woman you were currently living with potentially sipping your throat as if it was a hearty snack. Acheron never drank any blood from you, nor had she even attempted. She’d usually cocoon herself in a random spot within the manor whenever hunger overtook her, attempting to control herself as shivers racked her body each time. It wasn’t the most pleasant sight to say the least. You found yourself engulfed with a sense of alarm each time you saw one of Acheron’s unnerving reactions.

The way her blood red eyes drilled into you made your pulse nearly cease from pure terror, stomach nearly dropping as your chest tightened in those moments. However, Acheron never mauled you like your internal self told you she would. Your thoughts exaggerated a bit, sure. But a vampire allowing you to live with her without anything in return couldn’t help but raise a few suspicions within you, she surely wanted your blood, right?

You were still a bit wobbly in your movements when you rose to your feet, heavy lidded eyes blinking groggily as you shouldered the heavy red curtains to the side. Faint rays of the orange light diffused into your room, giving view to the small cemetery garden located right below the large mansion. The solid stone tombs stuck out of the ground firmly, piles of soil scattered at the foot of the gravestones. You couldn’t help but think to yourself at the halfwitted thought process that could’ve gone into placing a cemetery garden right next to a vampire’s residence, also striking in the possibility that Acheron could’ve been the reason for half of the tombs in there.

The thick crimson curtains barely allowed any light to pass through, their deepened color bearing an uncanny resemblance to blood. Still a bit uncoordinated, you decided to pace around your room in circles to recollect yourself, bare feet thudding against the spruce flooring.

“You’re awake.”

The sudden low voice struck your body upright, slowly turning around to be met with Acheron’s piercing eyes. You rubbed your elbow bashfully as your chest tightened once more, feeling a sense of clawing fear once more within you. You couldn’t help it, she was terrifying. Every time she’d walk up behind you or toward you, even with good intentions, your heart felt like threads had wrapped around the beating muscle, and tugged outward to bury the threads within it.

“Sorry if I startled you.” Acheron replied coldly, seemingly being able to sense your fear. You let out a pathetic cough in response, attempting to cover up your initial trepidation. “Right- ah..don’t worry about it, Acheron. I’m just a little tired.”

Nodding, Acheron rolled her shoulders back as a stretch before turning away from you. You tilted your head at her avoidant behavior, the evident ominous feeling lingering in the air. She had always been the quiet type, yet something seemed…off. Shrugging, you shouldered past Acheron silently, keeping your gaze locked onto the ground or the ceiling—anything but her.

Your muscles tensed upon feeling her skin graze yours, puzzled at the odd feeling. It was warm, yet cold at the same time. The specks of vermillion cracking up her arms and seeping down the collar of her neck felt different from her bare skin. Yet the strangest thing was, she had tensed up as well as you brushed your shoulder against hers, as if she feared you just as much as you feared her. However, that couldn’t be the case.

After heading to the first floor of the manor, you couldn’t help but pick up on the thick ominous atmosphere clouding the entire place. The housekeepers themselves were shaken up too, all disheveled as if they hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the previous night. A heavy feeling seemed to weigh down your body, as a sense of caution rang within your head. It was as if gravity had tripled, yet the day didn’t seem off, just normal like usual.

You mulled over all the possibilities as to why such an unsettling tension plagued the entire space, not being able to think of even one. That was until the faint sound of ragged breaths grew louder and louder, each breath increasing in volume than the last. The noises formed a disturbing bitterness piling up inside your throat, making you recoil physically as you heard how strained and guttural each cycle of inhales and exhales were. No doubt, it was probably Acheron.

Swallowing back your fear, you headed up the stairs slowly, time nearly stopping as your breath hitched with each anticipated step. You felt like a large, heavy stone was resting within your stomach as you stood before the door, a sliver of dim light peeking through the slight opening. Acheron’s huddled form made you feel all the more worried, brows furrowing and wrinkling up your face as you saw her body twitch occasionally.

Her white hair draped down her back and over her shoulders as her back hunched over, nails digging into her own arms as she hissed in pained intake of air through her fangs. You gently creaked the door open, making her jerk in response, but still facing away from you. Although you were afraid of Acheron, it hurt to see her like this, in pain and keeping to herself.

“Acheron..?”

You began in a hushed voice as to not startle her, reaching a hand out carefully. She was quick to snap her head around, fingers nearly bruising her hugged arms. You drew your hand back to your chest as it seemed to instinctively repel from Acheron’s bloodthirsty gaze. Her hand was pressed against her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. It almost seemed like…she was in pain? Surges of pity for this poor woman’s famished state began to race through your mind.

“Sorry.” She croaked out hoarsely, trying to keep her voice indifferent yet evidently failing. You felt your heart almost burn at the sting of guilt you felt when she apologized, wanting to take her in your arms and hold her tight. You felt like you were in love with her all over again-

Wait, love?

You feared her, why was your brain suddenly spewing nonsense claiming to be in love with her?

No. That wasn’t it.

The reason you’d avoided Acheron was due to the way you couldn’t properly articulate your feelings to her. How you wanted to grow closer to this alluring woman and caress her cheek, whispering into her ear tenderly. How you wanted her fangs to dig into your throat and swallow each drop of your blood carefully like a divine meal she’d be honored to consume. Fear was just a mask used to avoid the fact that you’d fallen in love with someone your kind would’ve killed in an instant. Someone who your parents had always told you to beware of.

You quickly circled your arms around Acheron, squeezing her as you leaned into her back. Her expression softened, her breathing still heavy, yet seemingly calming down at your touch.

“(Name)…?”

“Hungry?”

She nodded at your upfront question visibly ashamed and embarrassed. You only pulled her to your chest, pale strands tickling your face as you buried your face into her silky hair. Acheron rested her hand atop yours which was encircled around her stomach, shaky sighs pushing past her parted lips periodically. Your thumb massaged soothing circles against her skin, eyes gently closed as you pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear.

“It’s alright. I’m here.”

Her eyelids drooped in comfort as she felt warmth course through her veins, her breathing still echoed throughout the manor, yet it seemed to calmed down quite a bit. Acheron slowly began to regain some semblance of calmness, her heavy lidded eyes locking up onto you from below. You simply flashed her a soft smile, finding it useless to hide any longer as you pulled her to your chest.

And it didn’t take long for you to unbutton your collar, tilting your neck to the side.

A/N: IM SORRY IF THE PLOT WAS TOO SUDDEN I NEED HER SO BADLY RN IM GONNA GO BUY AN ACHERON PLUSHIE ATP AND ITS SUPER LAYE SND IM SLEEPY IM SORRY 💔

I promise my next work will be better

I hate how this turned out

[gothicajax]

"i hope you know i find you very attractive," atsumu slurs from the bar, head lolling as he spoke.

you sigh and pluck the shot glass from his hand and set it down on the bar. "yes, you've mentioned this several times." you look behind him and scowl. "seriously? you know he has a game tomorrow."

osamu shrugged. either he didn't drink as much as atsumu or he had an extremely high tolerance for hard drinks. "i didn't do nothin'. he was the one who kept playing drinking games."

"then why'd you play with him?!"

"i didn't. he just kept drinkin' by himself."

you sigh and turn back to the blond. "you're lucky you drank so much so fast. it's only eleven. you've got time to sleep this off."

"you're taking me home?" atsumu gasps, leaning so far forward you have to catch him and push him upright. "oh my god! what will the media say when they see us?!"

your face crumples in incredulity bordering on disgust. "uhh, that we're engaged? wait, how much did you drink?"

"we're engaged?!" atsumu says, placing his palms to his cheeks. he pulls away one hand gasps at the ring sitting on his finger before turning to you and holding your face in his hands. "we're engaged. our combined hotness level is through the roof."

"o-kay," you say, having quite enough of this. you push his hands away and tug at his wrist. "get up. we're leaving and getting you sober."

"i'm not drunk!" he says stubbornly, even though he nearly tripped just trying to stand up. once he's upright, though, he looks you up and down and grins so wide you're concerned he might tear his face apart.

"what?"

he giggles. "my fiancée is so hot."

that makes your lips twitch. "whatever. let's go home."

he gasps again. "we live together?!"

[gothicajax]

NOT ALLOWED - choso kamo x yujis bff!fem reader

✮ cw: slight age gap (choso is mid to late twenties and reader is twenty), pierced and tatted choso, choso is a bass player for his band with suguru and satoru, slightly dom!choso, p in v sex, face sitting, masturbation (male), wet dreams, choso has a pierced cock, this lowkey gives the vibe of he was a punk and she did ballet

✮ CHOSO knew from the moment you walked through that door that he was fucked. you were not only a great friend to yuji, but you treated all his brothers kindly. his dark eyes flickered across your face when you laugh with all of them, taking a sip of your water, clearly enjoying all their company.

✮ CHOSO had strong morals, you were just twenty, cute university student and he was a high school graduate that almost flunked out. he was pierced, tatted, and looked almost rugged with his purplish eye bags that clung beneath his dark eyes and that tattoo he got on his nose made him look unapproachable. but you always talked to him, even if he was scary. he should not be feeling the way he did for you.

✮ CHOSO would strum his strings, his calloused and ringed fingers plucking to create a deep rhythm, the noise echoing in the shitty bar. the lights were blinding and hot, a thin layer of sweat coating his pale skin. he looked down at the strings, his tattoos dark and curling at his corded arms, before he lifted his head and saw you and yuji sitting toward the back. you two came to very gig they had and he saw you singing along with satoru, his heart pounding. the song that played over the loud speakers was for you, he wrote it after a dream he had with you in his arms, giving him that soft and gorgeous smile of yours.

✮ CHOSO eventually started to get more lewd dreams of you, he started to imagine your hot mouth around his pierced cock, those plush thighs around his head as he ate that pretty pussy out, using his piercing to rub your clit and make you tremble and squirt all over his face. he kept his eyes closed as he worked his hand over his cock, fiddling with the piercings he had along the shaft.

✮ CHOSO was shocked when you cutely asked him to hang out sometime after one of his gigs. you stayed after, fiddling with the strap of your purse, fumbling over your words. the cool air brushed your hair from your face, giving him a clear view of your throat. you were truly beautiful and had no goddamn idea. he said yes before you could embarass yourself more.

✮ CHOSO was on cloud nine the moment you kissed him. those lips were as soft as he dreamt them to be. the taste of you was surprisingly sweet but that was from the candy you two shared earlier. the movie he played was long forgotten, his heart pounding as he finally got this moment. his large hands cupped your cheeks and he tugged you into his lap, a tattooed hand cupping the small of your back to keep your chests close, your breasts rubbing against his muscular chest. those plush thighs he thought about were straddling his own, that soft pussy grinding onto his bulge.

✮ CHOSO had pulled you up and spread your soppy folds apart, blowing hot air onto your pussy. your hands gripped his dark locks, his baggy eyes heaily lidded with lust. "calm down, baby, lemme make you feel good," he crooned before swiping a hot stripe up your slit. starting near your taint all the way to the tip of your folds. his tongue piercing lolled against your puffy clit, making your hips spasmed. "ride, baby, ride my face," he groaned, sticking his tongue out and gently smacking your ass, eliciting a soft moan from you. his cock was about to burst in his sweatpants, precum making it slick.

✮ CHOSO had you beneath him, his lips gently pressed against yours while he worked his cock inside. his eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he was met with your gooey walls. "shit, baby, relax f'r me, let me in, okay?" he whispered against your lips, sneaking a hand down your tummy, his thick thumb rubbing your abused clit. you mewled and loosened slightly, just enough for him to be buried balls deep. "fuck, good girl," he moaned into your lips before started thrusting slowly, practically grinding his cock in.

✮ CHOSO held you close after you both came, warm ropes of cum on your tummy, he was too in the moment to grab a condom but he made sure to pull out. his large hand cupped your cheek, his rings warm while you both kissed languidly, a soft and intimate moment between you too. he whispered soft praise against your lips, telling you how beautiful you were. you were his everything, has been for fucking years. he was glad you were his now and that he was yours. because in the end, you never knew how long he would stare into your picture with your ex and wish it was him.

a/n: i am DEFINETLY making this a story, i love tv girl, this song, band choso and yujis bff so much :((