I Feel Like Choso Would Be Able To Tell When You're Ovulating Because He Could Smell The Delicious Scent

“YOU’RE A STAR!”

tags: musician!choso x manager fem!reader, reader has a secret fan account, both are in 20, choso has lots of tattoos and is an r&b singer, he has piercings, smut (p in v), ōral sex (f!recieving), sub!choso (ish), voyeurism, etc. mdni.

w.c: 3,2k

a/n: YALL I’m almost at 2k LIKE THATS INSANEEEE!! TY GUYS SOSOS MUCHHH AHHH

+ erm if there’s errors lmkk

you sit in choso’s expansive dressing room, surrounded by his makeup and fashion assistants, eyes glued to the big screen as he finishes his final song of the concrrt. the sound of thousands of screaming fans fills the air, their voices blending with his deep, angelic one. even from back here, you can hear the unmistakable roar of the crowd, hanging onto every note he sings. the way he commands the stage, the way he moves—everything about him makes your chest tighten.

he looks unreal tonight, his stylist outdid themselves. the subversive, edgy look suits him perfectly, especially the ripped wife-beater that showcases his inked arms, gleaming under the stage lights. the body glitter you suggested—yeah, that was definitely a good call- catches the light in all the right ways, making him look out of this world.

you’re supposed to be his manager, maintaining some form of professionalism, but damn, it’s impossible when he looks this good. especially when he runs his hand through those messy brown locks , letting a few strands fall over his face. you bite your lip, trying to focus on anything but the way your heart races when he’s on stage.

the thought of professionalism slips even further when you pull out your phone, dimming the brightness low. not for work—no, not tonight. instead, you open the app you use to connect with his fanbase under your secret username.

chogetsmewetter

it still makes you smirk every time you see it. his fans had been relentless, trying to bribe you for the username. but it’s yours, and you're not giving it up for anyone.

chogetsmewetter: are u guys seeing how good he looks… need him immediately

responses flood in almost instantly.

chososwhore: baby, nobody wants him more than i do…

choochoo: y’all send videos of the concert plzzz :(

kamosbaby: my baby daddy lookin good on stage.

you’re too caught up in scrolling through the candid photos and fan reactions, smiling like an idiot, when the makeup assistant catches you off guard.

“what’s got you smiling like that?” she teases, arms crossed and eyebrow raised.

you quickly shove your phone into your pocket, plastering on your best fake smile. “just checking cho’s schedule for next week. his brothers want to surprise him at the last show.”

it’s a lie, of course, but you’re used to spinning quick stories, and she just shrugs, moving on. but not without another jab. “girl, you love calling him cho, don’t you? does he let you call him that in bed too?”

your eyes widen as choso’s fashion designer giggles along with her. “guys, nothing’s going on. we’re strictly business—i manage his schedule, and that’s it.” but the words taste bitter, even as you force them out. nothing more. yeah, right.

the deafening cheers from the TV rescue you from any more teasing. all eyes turn to the screen as choso wraps up, thanking the crowd with that deep, velvet voice of his. the camera zooms in on his face, his lips curling into a soft smile as he waves and blows kisses to the adoring fans. gosh, he’s perfect.

a few moments later, the dressing room doors swing open, and there he is. choso, in the flesh, followed by his bodyguards. his team erupts in cheers, swarming him with praise, but you move to the back in the corner, blending into the background. moments like this are too chaotic for you, but you know you’ll have your moment later, probably on the tour bus.

amidst the chaos, his eyes find you, and he frowns a little when he sees you typing away on your phone, oblivious to the world. he doesn't know, of course, that you're replying to posts about him.

before you can finish your latest message, you feel him standing right in front of you, towering over you. the air feels thick between you two, and you curse internally as you slip your phone into your pocket once again, heart racing.

“you forgetting something?” his voice is low, teasing, as he glances down at your hands.

you quickly shake your head, trying to play it cool. “c’mon, cho, you know i’d never survive in that crowd,” you say, nodding toward the gaggle of team still dying for his attention.

his hands, cold from the stage, slide into yours, pulling you just a little closer. you swallow hard. “i knowww, but your support matters the most outta all of ‘em,” he says, rocking slightly, his lips curling into that perfect half-smile. the one that makes your stomach flip.

he smells incredible, the scent of his unreleased cologne wrapping around you, making your head spin. you smile, turning away, but he moves with you, trying to catch a glimpse of that smile.

“c’mon, let’s grab dinner. my director’s waiting,” he says, releasing your hands, and you instantly frown, missing his touch.

you follow him and his bodyguards out, offering a quick farewell to the makeup and fashion team. they don’t miss the chance to wink at you, clearly still enjoying the teasing.

as you near the exit, the noise outside grows louder—fans desperate to catch one last glimpse of choso. this is the part of the night you dread, knowing how insane the crowd can get. but when he looks over his shoulder and gives you that grin, the chaos doesn’t seem so bad.

two guards swing open the doors, harsh light flooding in as flashes from cameras blind you instantly. the screams grow deafening, and you brace yourself. this is always the worst part—being unable to see, disoriented, as the paparazzi go wild trying to capture every inch of choso’s presence.

but choso? he thrives in this. he’s in his element, beaming as he dives straight into the crowd. signing albums, posing for photos, accepting gifts—he eats it all up. you trail behind one of his bodyguards, eyes flickering to where he’s standing. your heart clenches as you catch sight of him—his lips locked with a fan.

you swallow hard. it’s not the first time. he always does this with her—his so-called “number one fan.” he remembers her face, her name, every single time. each time he kisses her in front of his adoring crowd, it feels like a punch to the gut. the fans love it. the media laps it up, turning her into a minor celebrity among his fandom.

how do you know? through your secret fan account.

you scoff quietly to yourself as you slip past the crowf, making it safely onto the tour bus. heading straight for the private area at the back, you drop your bag onto one of the leather couches, sinking into the seat by the window. from here, you can still see him outside, giving the fans hugs, taking endless photos. you watch in silence, jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.

finally, after what feels like forever, choso steps onto the bus, breathless and flushed. he walks down the aisle toward you, eyes gleaming with excitement.

“fuckkk, they’re amazing,” he groans, collapsing onto the couch beside you, still riding the high from the crowd.

they’re amazing? or she’s amazing…

you force a smile, eyes glued to your phone. “you looked like you were having fun, choso,” you mutter, distracted by your personal texts. his head drops back with a groan. one thing he can’t stand is when you don’t give him your full attention.

before he can start whining, one of the fashion designers calls your name from the front of the bus. you sigh, getting up quickly to see what the issue is. in your rush, you leave your phone behind on the couch.

choso watches as you walk away, eyes narrowing when he sees your phone lying there. you never leave it behind, always keeping it close, and curiosity gnaws at him. his leg bounces as he contemplates it. fuck it.

he snatches your phone up, eyes widening as the first thing he sees on your notification center is all he need to see.

[chogetsmewetter] new like from choochoo and 100+ others:

I need to fuck choso nowww, he’s so fuckin hot it’s not fairrr.

damn.

a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. so that’s why you’ve been acting weird. he sets your phone back down just as he hears your footsteps returning.

you return, completely unaware of what just happened. “choso, they said we can’t leave until another hour—” you start to explain, but he’s not listening. his thoughts are elsewhere, his leg bouncing slightly as he bites the inside of his cheek.

“how do you want me to fuck you?” he suddenly blurts out, his voice low and dark.

your eyes widen, body stiffening as his bold words hit you like a train. you fumble for the curtain, pulling it shut so the driver can’t hear.

“w-what the fuck are you talking about?” you stammer, your breath catching in your throat. his dark brown eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. he doesn’t need to say it—his gaze tells you everything.

he knows.

panic rises inside you as you glance toward your phone and then back to him. he nods slowly, confirming your worst fear. he found out.

“so… are you those shy freaks…” he asks casually, standing up from the couch. his towering frame looms over you, and your world feels like it’s shrinking as he removes his leather jacket, revealing his tattooed, muscular arms.

“y-you wanna do this here? in front of the fans?” you whisper loudly, eyes darting toward the windows that are now covered by the blinds.

he chuckles, low and wicked. “you didn’t seem to care posting your dirty thoughts in front of me.”

and he ate with that one.

just like how he’s now devouring you in the back of the tour bus. you’re nestled on the couch, right in front of the curtains that separate the chaos outside from your little world. choso is on his knees, going at you like a possessed man. your legs are pushed tight against your chest as he laps up your juices, sucking and swallowing your sweet fluids. his cold nose piercing nudges your clit as his tongue thrusts deep inside you at an inhumane speed. any trace of shame has long evaporated, replaced by his loud moans vibrating against your cunt, making your eyes cross slightly.

your hands tangle in his silky brown locks, tugging gently, which earns you a whimper as he pulls back, your essence and saliva coating his chin and glossy lips. “mmm, p-pull on it more, pretty,” he urges, gazing up at you with doe eyes, brows furrowed in concentration as he loses himself in you once again.

obeying him, you tug harder on his hair, bucking your hips against his face while his hands grip the back of your thighs, pushing you deeper into your chest. he’s growling now, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

“yesss, f-fuck, you’re so goooddd,” you praise, head thrown back as he slurps at your juices like a starving man. he pulls away to admire your twitching hole, his fingers parting your folds wider. he spits a wad of saliva directly into your gaping pussy, making you clench instinctively as he slides in two thick digits, effortlessly gliding through your sloppy walls. his thrusts are calculated as he studies your features, which are now squeezed shut in bliss.

“hmm, she’s fuckin’ wettt,” he comments, your pussy responding with loud, squelching sounds that fill the back of the bus, echoing your mess. “hahh, you put that username to use,” he taunts, your body burning with embarrassment. his thick fingers pick up speed, massaging that sweet spot, and your back arches off the couch, your lower tummy tingling as your breath quickens.

choso can sense you’re close, the way you tighten around him. suddenly, he sucks hard on your clit, swirling his tongue around your poor nub. you cover your mouth with your hands, muffling the moans that threaten to escape .

just before you can cry out his name, he pulls his fingers out, leaving you undone. he retreats from your soaked clit, watching your translucent essence dribble down your convulsing hole, spilling onto the couch. your breath hitches as he delivers a sharp slap to your pussy, jolting electricity through your body, and the sticky remnants of your orgasm cling to his palm, igniting an insatiable addiction to your sensitivity.

“nahhh, is this the wettest you can get?” he says, rising from his knees and unzipping his jeans, pulling his throbbing cock free from its confines. your mind goes blank at the sight. fuck, he definitely never lied about his size, especially in his songs. choso sits beside you, manhandling you onto his lap, your pussy pressing against his hard cock as you whimper,

this is really happening.

“ride me, darling—use me all you want.” he states, and it feels like you’re living out your dirtiest dream, because yu are. he leaves trails of kisses along the side of your neck, his glossy lips—coated in your cum—smudging against your skin. you stare down at his shaft, his leaky tip begging to be touched. raising your hips, you grab the base of his cock, making him wince as you align his rosy tip with your drooling entrance. his crownhead stretches you open, and you whimper at how big he is with each inch you take. your velvety walls accommodate his size, practically expanding as he settles into your pussy.

without warning, choso grips your hips, slamming you down against him. you wail as every inch of his cock plunges deep inside your walls, and he moans at how tight you are around him. “f-fuck, baby, takin’ so fuckin’ l-long,” he says impatiently, thrusting up into you as each movement leaves you more dazed and breathless.

with newfound courage, your hips immediately fuck back into his, faster than his sloppy thrusts, making his eyes roll back in pleasure. your grinding drives him wild, your pussy gripping him like it’s life or death. choso’s head falls back, broken moans slipping past his lips, his adam’s apple bobbing as he struggles to hold back even more sounds of ecstasy.

you can feel the heat building between you, his cock stretching you further with each thrust. you grind down harder, relishing the way his body responds, each movement causing him to whimper and squirm beneath you. his hands grip your waist, guiding you, but you can tell he’s losing himself in the sensation, growing more ditzy with every upward thrust.

“c’mon, baby, ride me h-harder,” he begs, voice thick with desperation. his eyes fluttering as he’s moaning loudly. it’s intoxicating, watching him come undone because of you. you match your pace to the rhythm of his moans, your slickness coating him more with each thrust. the sound of your bodies slapping together drowns out the cheers of the fans outside, your pussy so noisy it’s almost too loud for your own liking.

“mmm, keep your eyes on me, pretty boy,” you purr, brushing your fingertips through his hair, tugging a big- earning a whimper at the pet name. you can see the way he bites his lip, trying to hold back more moans, but you know he won’t last long.

“hgn, you think jus’ cause you’re on top ‘m your bitch?” he groans, the tension between you two thcick. his gaze is wild, pupils dilated, and it only drives you further as you increase your pace, your hips slamming hard against his thighs, coating his throbbing base with your slickness. you giggle as he pathetically moans out, hands gripping your flesh tighter as you grind harder. his chubby tip sloppily kisses your cervix, sending shockwaves through your body as it begins to shake.

the way he reacts to every thrust, every grinding motion sends a thrill down your spine. he’s completely lost in you, his breathing ragged and unsteady. “y-you feel so good,” he stammers, voice breaking as he struggles to keep his focus, each word laced with pleasure. you smirk, feeling powerful, proud at the control you have over him.

“mhmm, ‘m starting to think y’er all talk, cho. you’re not showing me how you’d fuck me,” you taunt, leaning in his ear and tugging on his ear piercings, making him shudder at your seductive voice.

your words truly did something to him, awakening something much darker within. without hesitation, he carelessly picks you up, sliding his cock out of your hole as he slams you against the table adjacent to the couch. bending you over, he realigns himself with your hypnotizing cunt, the air thick with the heat of your lust. choso slams his entire length into your pussy, the sound of slickness echoing in the cramped space as your body squelches loudly, both of you moaning in unison. he grips your hips tightly, pounding mercilessly into you, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body as you cry out, not caring if the bus driver or any staff hears your cries of pleasure.

“cunt so good,” he growls, feeling you clamp down hard on his girthy length. his moan resonates deep within your core as he swats your ass, the sound of skin meeting skin sending electric jolts through you. he feels like he’s deep in your guts, rearranging everything inside you, each thrust making your pussy squelch obscenely. it’s so loud that it drowns out any sounds from outside, the wet slaps of your bodies merging into a symphony of lust. you’re practically squeaking like a damn mouse with every thrust, your body unable to contain the pleasure coursing through you.

without warning, he grips your hair and pulls you up against him, his mouth brushing against your ear as he whispers, “take it all, mama. you can take it.” his words send a shiver down your spine, the duality of his sweet yet dominating tone intensifying your arousal. you nod, feeling yourself surrender completely to him, wanting nothing more than to be his.

“m-more cho’ ,” you whine, and he responds with a primal growl, his hips slamming into yours harder, faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. his movements are relentless, each thrust a story to his desire, his need for you. you can feel the tension coiling tighter within you, the pressure building to a breaking point.

but then, in the midst of your euphoric bliss, you slowly open your eyes, and your jaw drops in shock. he placed you directly in front of the window, where all the fans are just outside, oblivious to the scandalous scene unfolding inside. the reality of the moment crashes over you, and you gasp, suddenly aware of the possibility of being seen.

“c-cho… the—fuckk—the fans,” you manage to warn, your entire body jolting with his relentless thrusts, each one motivating him to go even faster, to claim you harder.

“nahh, now you wanna back out?” he snarls through gritted teeth, going absolutely feral. his grip tightens as he reaches to grab the back of your hair, pulling you flush against his chest, forcing you to take him deeper. the blinds rattle as he yanks them open wider, letting in more light for the fans to see everything happening inside. the flashes from paparazzi cameras blind your vision as they snap multiple shots of your fucked out expression, choso grinning behind like a devil at each click.

“say cheese, pretty. you’re gonna be a star,”

✎ beach day

- gojo satoru x reader

in which the three of you (you, your husband and baby) spend the weekend on the beach!

genre: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—crack, absolute fluff and smut—domestic and dad!gojo being whipped for you and how you... might want a piece of him :D

note: to rosette nonnie, thank you for the idea😋 let us have some fluff (and smut) for the weekend <3

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Shh! Look at him!"

You know your husband is a dreamboat.

As much as a pain in the ass he is, Gojo Satoru is blessed with looks too good for his karma, and he really looks like he belongs to clubs and bars rather than a family man.

"My... such a fine body..."

And he knows it too... that's why he was showing his assets among the beachgoers—sporting his sunglasses, sucking a popsicle, and having his abs on display for all to see through his cardigan.

"Heh." Attention is something he craved and that might be a sin. Still, he was never a paramount of innocence anyway~

Actually, he was waiting for you to put your baby in his swimsuit near the ice cream parlor, and he planned to show both of you off to everyone too later.

Or at least that was what he thought.... until he saw you in flesh—

You, his one true bride, looked so damn tantalizing, wearing that skimpy swimsuit slash bikini while holding your adorable son in your arms, traversing through the crowd—who were gawking at you too.

Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Not his popsicle that fell from his grasp. Not those stares. Not those silent compliments or the starry-eyed girls. Just you in that fit, and the way your body just—

It made him think of unholy thoughts, like how you would writhe under him, for example.

"Do you like the sun?" you cooed at your smiling baby as he wiggled in your arms. "Ooh, so you love it!"

Satoru had always thought you were pretty, but now he realized he was wrong—you were drop-dead gorgeous, and you were his wife.

And now, everyone gets to see you like this. All those peasants.

When you approached him, his previous plan was forgotten and he acted without thinking. He yanked his cardigan, plucked his son from your hold and tossed the piece of clothing at you with an apprehensive expression. "Wear this!"

You gaped at him in surprise, barely catching the cardigan. "What? Why?"

"You're showing too much skin!" he exclaimed, his eyes beyond the tinted glasses hardening with conviction. "No way. That's not—" he struggled to find an excuse before settling on, "proper!"

"Proper?" Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at his claim before snorting. "Ha. Satoru, you—of all people—don't have the right to preach about impropriety!"

"Just... wear it!"

"No! I've been looking forward to wear this!"

Satoru pursed his lips into a very dissatisfied pout, and finally you could see the blush tinting his cheeks as he shifted his gaze away from you.

"You're hot as heck and I'm not letting them see your body, alright!? That's for me and my eyes only!"

You blinked once, then twice, and then thrice. It boggled you at how indignant your husband was about this matter.

Still, despite yourself, your heart skipped a beat, and somehow it thumped faster when you accidentally checked him out—now fully naked aside from his trunks. His sturdy body, meaty arms, and of course the happy trails—

It is a sight that usually graces your nightly wonders...

"Sigh..." you feigned a sigh, pushing the thought aside and hoping he wouldn't see how you had started to flush, putting on his oversized cardigan. "There, happy now?"

Your husband turned to you, assessing you from head to toe before awkwardly letting out a hum. "Hmph, better."

For a good ten seconds, neither of you said anything. Your cute baby looked between his parents with a visible question mark, and as if protesting, he pounded on Satoru's chest for an answer.

"Oof, what is it, little guy?" he glanced at the baby in surprise, finding his little blue eyes blinking at him. "Want to go into the water?"

"Mwa!"

"Right..." he cleared his throat and then looked at you again, his eyes darting everywhere too. "I'll play with him... so you, uh—"

"I'll wait under the parasol," you interjected, avoiding his gaze, before stalking away to the place.

You are married, for god's sake! You brushed the heat in your face for lusting after your husband...

But hey, is it so bad that you do? Gojo Satoru was your husband for many reasons like this one, right?

"C'mon, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Your baby whimpered even after Satoru placed him in a floaty. It was his first time in water that wasn't his bathtub, and he clung to the donut for dear life.

"You won't drown," Satoru reassured with a hint of laughter, wading in the shallow waters to steady him. "If you do, your mama will drown me in vengeance, so no need to be afraid, okay?"

Meanwhile, you were a few feet away witnessing the interaction between the two loves of your life, and found yourself naturally smiling as you watched how Satoru eased your son into the water.

Soon, they were giggling together when he splashed water to your floating baby. He looked carefree, as did your little one, and they looked so alike, eyes sparkling with the same joy, just like the vast summer skies above.

"Yay! Yippie! Not that scary anymore, is it?" Satoru asked with a grin, full of adoration fixed solely on his baby son, making you fall in love with him all over again.

And once again, you couldn't help but appreciate just how attractive he truly was.

"Look at him, look at him!" and it seemed you weren't the only one as you heard whispers near you, realizing they were talking about your husband. "He is hot!"

You eyed them with clear daggers, but the gaggle of girls didn't seem to notice and continued gushing. He might be a dashing husband and sometimes a weirdo to you... but to giggling girls in the distance, your husband looked like a very eligible bachelor or worse, a dilf.

A part of you felt petty all of a sudden, unwilling to let this go.

So, when Satoru brought your son from the waters and was about to take a rest under the parasol with you, you rose, seizing the opportunity to make a point.

"Sweets, hey!" he grinned, so proud and gleaming with joy as he pointed at your baby. "He isn't afraid of—"

But you caught him off guard. Blocking his way, you placed a hand on his wet chest, stood on your tiptoes, and then reached up—

"Mwah!" You captured his lips with a deliberate smooching sound.

At that moment, you completely forgot you were in a public space... especially when Satoru's other arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he eagerly met your lips again in a passionate kiss the moment you pulled away.

How the two of you were seen by the other beachgoers, you didn't really care in the heat of the moment, too consumed by lust.

But of course, to them, you two painted the very portrait of a sinful husband and wife, as Satoru's other arm still propped the baby while the other held you in place, showcasing the undeniable intimacy.

And if only they knew what he whispered in your ear afterwards...

"You. Me. Later."

"Ahh..."

Pinned against the wall in the pristine bathroom of the resort where Satoru had booked for this beach trip, you could only keep gasping helplessly as he kept thrusting his hardened cock into you.

"You l-little minx— been trying to seduce me," he babbled, a confident smirk on his face as he pounded into you ruthlessly, hitting all correct spots.

Your lewd moans echoed off the bathroom walls as you held onto his shoulder, bodies pressed together in fervor. Standing before the mirror, you caught sight of your own expressions and Satoru's broad back, lined with scratches from your nails.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Your legs locked tightly around his waist, the heat in your lower belly building with each thrust. His fingers deftly undid the tie of your bikini strap, letting it fall to the floor. Without hesitation, he buried his face in the valley of your breasts next, causing you to arch your back.

"Mm, so warm here," he murmured, before sucking hard to leave a mark, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from you.

"You... can't hold... yourself back, huh?" you panted with a smile, squirming in his hold and digging your nails into his back. "How are you... this hard even without... foreplay?"

"Who needs foreplay w-when I have a wife this pretty?" he retorted, and you let out a breathless groan when this time, he sank himself into you deeper than before, feeling your walls clamping down on his heavy cock.

The way the coil in your belly almost burst but didn't at the same time made your vision swim. "Go f-faster... then!"

"Naughty..." his eyes glinted with obvious mischief as he looked up at you, before his voice became lower, your hot breaths setting his groin ablaze. "As you wish, wifey."

In the next one minute, you were almost screaming his name as his length dragged along your cervix mercilessly, your husband doing what he does best— rutting into you.

And then you shuddered, your fingers curled into the skin of his back as his hot seeds flowing inside your womb in a rush, before you went limp against him.

"Ow, that hurts," he muttered, half-amused by how you scratched him a little too deeply this time, but immediately concerned when he saw how drained you were. "You okay, sweets?"

"Mm-hm..." You were incoherent, pressing your eyes shut and leaning against his shoulder, feeling the excessive warmth and fullness in your lower belly after receiving his cum.

The sight of you so blissed out like this elicited a fond smile in his face. “Look at you, our baby will be worried if he sees his mama so tired like this. Papa must do something…”

You cracked an eye open, unamused. “You’re trying to pull the papa card now?”

“Well, what can I say? I’m a great papa after all, and an even greater daddy— you know it.”

Satoru kept his smile as he slowly pulled out of you and held you in a princess carry, letting you lean into him.

“Now get your rest, yeah? Will meet you later in this pretty bathroom tonight for round two so baby can get his sleep and mama is kept satisfied~”

any chance you could do more megumi drabbles n hcs 💋

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* one of megumi's favorite hobbies is photography. it all started when tsumiki had given him one of her old digital cameras, and it slowly worked its way up to storing more than a thousand photos, ranging from silly, stupid photos of yuuji, nobara, and gojo's antics while out on missions, memories that he never wants to forget, spots around tokyo that makes him stop and stare, a few artistic shots that he's actually pretty proud of.

but his favorite photos have to be the ones of you. soft candids of you while you're going about your day, captured against beautiful, mesmerizing backdrops, this serene expression on your face that he wants to revisit again and again and again.

"would you..." you pause, reconsidering your words. it's unusual for him to see you so nervous, so fidgety, and it makes him sit on the edge of his seat, waiting for whatever it is that's got you so anxious. "would you take photos of me?"

he raises an eyebrow. "i take photos of you all the time."

"i mean," you can't bring yourself to make eye contact with him, cheeks flushed and gripping the hem of your skirt, but you finally, finally force the words out. "photos that you and i can look at while you're away on missions."

oh. oh.

"is this okay?" you emerge from your closet wearing a tiny, little lacy thing, all bows and ruffles and intricate details, and he feels like the air's been knocked out of him. he doesn't even know where to look, mind hyper focused on the fact that you're standing in front of him wearing close to nothing, but—"gumi? do you like it?"

you fiddle with one of the bows, fingers twirling around the silky fabric and megumi can't tear his eyes away from the simple motion. "wore it just for you."

megumi's mind blanks continuously as he tries to find the right words, but for the life of him, he can't. so he decides to show you.

the camera's pointed in your direction, but this time, he's also in the frame, holding your squirming figure in his lap as he plays with your tits over the lace, nuzzling his head into the side of your neck and breathes you in, committing you to memory.

what the camera doesn't catch is the sound of your pussy sliding up and down his throbbing length, the soft, strangled moans you whimper into his ear, and the filthy, depraved praises he mumbles into your hair.

"wanna make a movie next time?"

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abuse of power 🗣️‼️🍙

ino 👍

Thinking about how Atsumu turned all pouty whenever he saw his teammates getting a jump hug from their partners after a game.

“Why can’t we do that?”, he whined and looked at you with big puppy eyes.

“Because I would hurt you.”, you replied patiently.

“Nuh-uh. Why do ya think I go to the gym?”

His sage logic aside you only chuckled, still fairly certain he wasn’t serious.

“A layman might think it’s for your job.”

“Not anymore!”, he countered, “Been meaning to tell ya. I’ve long ago abandoned the dream and am now solely focused on giving ya the lovin’ ya deserve. Up against a wall.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, honey, but that will never happen.”, you patted his cheek and turned to join the crowd in their slow migration towards the exits.

“Why not?”, he whined, catching up with you.

“Because I will not be responsible for the end of a pro athlete’s career, that’s why.”

“That’s so unfair.”, he stepped into your way, “I want a jump hug. With impact. I want us to almost bang our heads together and only narrowly avoid a major concussion.”

Chewing your lips you looked down at yourself, at the chubby tummy and thick thighs that Atsumu loved to use as a pillow for his naps.

“How long would it take me to talk you out of it?”

“My funeral.”

And so you’d sigh. “Fine.”

As you put some distance between you and him for a good running start you bumped into a few people and thought more and more about what an incredibly stupid idea this was. But then you saw your boyfriend roll his shoulders and widen his stance, so very ready to catch you.

“Don’t be scared, baby! I got ya!”, he called and unfortunately pulled several surrounding eyes onto you.

When you finally ran at him and jumped, you closed your eyes waiting for him to tip over but your man stood strong. Not even a wobble in sight. You clutched at his biceps, still sweaty from the game, and squinted at him hesitantly.

A wide cocky grin was spread across his face and he adjusted his grip on you.

“Told ya I gotcha.”

hear me out.. gojo w a mommy kink

oh em gee nonnie………

i wasn’t sure if you wanted sub or dom gojo but i hope you like what i cooked up :p

pls enjoy<3

contains: fem reader, mommy kink, use of ‘mama’, ‘mama’s’ as well, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), coming inside, bully!gojo, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, a liiiiitle cervix fucking, squirting, stomach bulge briefly mentioned, begging, whiney!gojo

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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it honestly started as a joke, maybe less of a joke and more of him testing the waters per say, “yes mommy” he chirped, humor and teasing laced in his tone when you asked him to take out the trash one afternoon

when you didn’t protest against the name, not giving him a usual snarky remark, he turned around to look at you, not expecting to see your blushing face, fidgeting from where you stood in the kitchen, looking embarrassed at the nickname he called you,

unbeknownst to you while you stared at your feet, a smile full of mischievousness was creeping onto gojo’s face, lightbulbs going off in his head

ohhh this is fucking perfect, he thought

he never knew how to bring up that he wanted to try this with you, it’s not like you would’ve taken him seriously anyways, he can picture how the conversation would go vividly in his mind,

but gojo was more than slightly to blame for the frequency in which you dismissed him. satoru was incapable of being serious to save his life

all thanks to his little ‘joke’ you were now currently in this predicament:

gojo’s massive palm shoving the side of your face into the mattress, tears and spit smeared on the sheets below you, other hand braced on your lower back, pushing you into the meanest arch as he fucks right into your gspot,

“you like that mommy?” he cooed, “like when i fuck your pussy like this? huh?” he teased lightly, laughing at the loud whimpers getting knocked out of your lungs each time his hips pulled his thick cock out of you only to bully his angry tip back right into your walls, rubbing you just right,

he was giving you the meanest backshots, feeling even more aroused than normal from not having to hold back this side of him anymore, “asked you a question mama’s,” he repeated, emphasizing his need for your response with a mean thrust,

“y-yeah f-feel ‘s good toru,” you moan out between his deep thrusts, “squeezin me so good mommy, fuuuuck.” he laughs when he feels your cunt start to pulse around him for the fourth time that night, “you gonna cum? you- o-oh fuuck.” words getting cut off at the intense feeling of your cunt gushing your squirt out around him,

“haaaaa, didn’t even warn me that time mama.” he grit his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm with newfound vigor, hand coming down to rub quickly back and forth against you clit, making your juices spray all over the bed underneath you,

“toruuuu, ‘m sensitive g-give me a second p-please.” you manage to stutter out, crying out when he doesn’t let up his assault on your overstimulated cunt, “nooo,” he moans pouting his lip down at you before smiling, “don’t think i wanna,” he finishes, leaning over you, moving his big hand off the side of your face and onto the bed next you you for leverage, other hand coming up to go grip your jaw and smash your lips into his,

he hums against your open mouth as you protest his malicious thrusts, fucking you like he’s trying to poke a hole through your guts. the new angle pushing his impossibly big cock ever deeper, kissing your cervix in painfully pleasurable thrusts,

“feel good mommy? huhhh?” he breathlessly whispers into your mouth, doing most of the work in kissing you as you were too fucked out to put in any effort. his tongue slipping into your mouth, sucking your lip into his and biting it between his teeth as he groans, “you feel me in ur stomach mommy?” he questions with a grin when he sees your shaky hand slide under your body to press against the bulge in your tummy,

“s fucking deep ‘toru p-please,” you begged, not really understanding yourself what you were asking for, but he just nods and hums agreements into your mouth, “m gonna cum inside you now.” he babbles against you lips, losing his sensibility bit by bit the longer he’s inside of you, butterflies flying around in his stomach when he feels your soft pussy clench around him tightly every time he uses the nickname, glad you’re getting off on it as much as he is,

“tell me you need it mommy, tell me- fuck- tell me you want me to fill this p-pretty pussy, need you to say it,” he’s gaping into your drooling mouth. your eyes having trouble staying forward in your eye sockets with how much pleasure you were getting from this,

“give it to me t-toru please, give it to me.” you somehow got out, barely coherent to someone if they were a foot away, luckily for gojo he was pressed against your face, whimpering ‘uhhuh?’’s repeatedly into your mouth, “cum inside mommy,” you slurred out, feeling his sloppy thrusts speed up,

loud echos of your wet cunt filling the room as he stills inside of you, whining and groaning out profanities hearing you call yourself by the nickname he was so insistent on, hips stilling deep inside you, cock feeling like it was inside your womb as he humps his sensitive dick against your ass,

“o-ohmygodd f-fuck meeee.” his whiney voice cries, rotating his hips in circles and simultaneously massaging your gspot while he lets the last spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you,

pushing his torso off of your back and leaning back while he pulls his still hard cock out, seed spilling down the back of your thighs as he spreads you pussy with his thumb to get a better view of it drip out, “fuck mama,” he laughed, biting his lip at the mess he made out of you, “gotta hear you call urself mommy again,” he smirks, pushing his sensitive dick back inside you, making you both gasp, “made me cum so fucking hard.” tipping his head back, breathing heavily as he steadies both his hands on your hips,

“not letting you leave till you have me shooting blanks inside this pussy,” he giggles into the air, you had no idea what you were in for.

Dating Toge Inumaki <3