Good Boy (choso X Reader 18+)*

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argggghh the way he holds her hand to keep the toy still is sooo… mean and grudgy :( can just imagine this with toji after he caught you playing around with a stupid little dildo, and since you’re so insistent on pissing him off needing to get off while he’s not around he’ll let you have it ! but… you still have to apologize.. so you can do that with that pretty lil ass of yours ;3

gamer!choso bending you over his gaming table thinking the live camera feeds cut off but it’s still live.

gamer!choso who fucks you like he hates you, but whispers ‘I love you’ over and over into your ear.

gamer!choso knowing he left the live on, but of course it’s on accident, right?

gamer!choso fucking you dumb while your cheeks are pressed onto his desk, his hips snapping against yours, the tip of his dick hitting your spongy g spot every time, moans spilling past your lips and eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

gamer!choso making you squirt all over his cock, catching it allll on camera. The chat on the screen blowing up with comments about how pretty you are. ‘Omg I wish that was me!’ One comment reads, another one stating, ‘wow she’s hot must be fuckin her nice’

gamer!choso grabbing your face and making you turn and look at the camera, pupils blown out and drool spilling from your lips. Eyes widening when you see the camera still on and the chat still filling up with comments.

gamer!choso later starts a ~private~ patreon later on in the week, featuring videos with you and him starring in the videos.

this gojo fanart changed the way i look at life

look at you.

face smashed against the cold tile, drool slicking up the surface, mascara running down your flushed cheeks. dress bunched at your waist, panties shoves to the side, legs spread wide to take everything he's giving you. he has you stretched wide around his cock, stuffed to the brim—thick veins dragging against your swollen walls, molding you to take him, to be nothing but a tight, dripping hole for him.

your boyfriend got one hand twisted in your hair, yanking you back so your spine curves perfectly for him, while the other grips your waist. you can barely think, barely breathe, each punishing thrust shoving you up on your tiptoes. “that's the last time you pull some dumb shit like that,” he grits out, dark eyes staying locked on the way your slutty cunt flutters around his cock, creamy and dripping, making a filthy mess of him every time he sinks balls-deep—slick squelching with every thrust, pussy milking him like it's desperate to be bred. his heavy balls slap against your clit, sinful and wet, sending jolts of overstimulation up your spine.

you thought he wouldn't do shit, thought you could tease him, rub up against some random loser and he would just sit there, looking all cool and composed. you didn't thought he would fuck you like a total beast in some dingy club bathroom, cock abusing that sweet little spot inside you, making you see a whole new galaxy.

“t-thought you d-didn't get jealous,” you slur through the hot tears wetting your lips.

a sharp slap stings your ass, heat blooming under his palm, making you jolt. “i don't,” he growls, hips ramming into you so hard your cheek smushes against the cold tile. 

“w-wait—”

“nah,” he grunts, dragging you back onto his cock, “slut don't get to talk.” his pace speeds up, his heavy length spearing into you making your hands slip against the wall as you scramble for anything to hold onto. your walls squeeze him so tight, pulsing around his montrous cock—mind gone, too fucked-out to do anything but take it.

his breath stutters as you tighten around him, sending a fresh pulse of pre-cum spilling deep inside you. his thrusts turn messy, erratic, grinding you into the wall like he's trying to fuck you straight through it. 

another slap lands on your ass, sharp, electric. “gonna fuck you until you're too dumb to pull this bratty attitude again.”

who should i write with thigh grinding 🤭😈

thigh grinding thigh humping thigh loving thigh ridinggggg

a good luck kiss

finished ep 8 of the apothecary diaries

༺ ♱ ༻ helping hand

✿ okkotsu yuuta x reader x toge inumaki

✿ smut

"inumaki, we shouldn't be going this." yuuta whispers as toge drags your body to the boys bathroom. his hand is covering your mouth and his hands all over your body. yuuta watches the whole scene unravel in front of him with fear but also lust in his eyes.

it all started when he revealed his huge crush on you to inumaki. toge being the little sly he is, bombarded yuuta with dirty questions. he also showed yuuta the upskirt pictures he took (telling him that the whole jujutsu tech saw the pictures). who would have thought that he might go as far as tying your arms together and giving you to yuuta as a gift.

you look at yuuta with wide eyes as inumaki's arms holds your body close to his. yuuta's gaze is piercing into your body, from your silky hair down to your panties that are peeking at him from under your skirt.

"salmon." toge smiles when he catches where yuuta is looking, opening your legs and holding them to present your panty clad pussy to yuuta.

you would be lying if you said that this isn't turning you on. you spend most of your nights dreaming about being used by your classmates. and yuuta and inumaki were high on your fuck list. you have already checked off some of the names, one after gojo-sensei's teaching lesson and another after midnight training with maki.

"im sorry, y/n." yuuta says softly with an unsure look on his face. his hands find your thighs, massaging them, fingers digging in like claws.

"do you want to lick her pussy?" inumaki asks, pushing your panties to the side so that both of them can take a good hard look at your pussy.

"she's dripping." yuuta says with wide eyes, smiling at toge who is smiling right back. yuuta gets on his stomach right in front of your pussy. his eyes are inspecting your pussy and your chest swells with pride that this might be the first pussy he has ever seen.

he slowly licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit. you shiver at the contact. he licks at your pussy again, this time more enthusiasticly. you coo at him to encourage him that he's doing it right and that's all it takes him to devour your pussy. he buries his face into your cunt. his nose bumping on your clit while his tongue laps at your juices. he switches his focus on your clit, playing with it with his tongue while his finger enters your hole.

you can feel inumaki grab handful of your boobs, pinching your nipples while yuuta plays with you.

"he's a good boy, isn't he?" toge says into your ear. your whole body freezes, not used to toge's voice and you have to nod because yuuta is doing a good job. you look down between your legs to see yuuta nod his head frantically, stimulation you perfectly.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you ask him in between moan. yuuta looks up at your with wide eyes, nodding again. he is so eager, pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock so he can sink inside.

"fuck her, baby." inumaki breaths out at the sigh of yuuta's cock. and yuuta has no choice but to complain, sinking into your pussy inch by inch.

"harder. she can take it." toge says and yuuta starts thrusting in long and hard thrusts. his cock also colliding with your cervix. his whole body shakes at the stimulation, his dream coming true, and he swears that he's in heaven. you can feel toge's erection pressing into you from behind, his voice saying sweet nothings into your ear.

yuuta's thrusts become slopper and you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

"im gonna cum." yuuta whines into your neck as he tries his best to last one more second.

"cum inside her, sweets." inumaki orders and yuuta spills inside of you, painting your walls white. yuuta collapses on top of you, not being able to tell what just happened. yuuta opens his eyes to see inumaki caressing your body, his cock still hard.

"do you want him to fuck you too?" he asks, jealousy boiling inside of him.

"i- yes-"

"no fucking way." a voice interrupts you and you turn to see yuuji and megumi looking at you with wide eyes. you pussy is on display to both of them, yuuta's cum still leaking out.

Motive (Horror Nerd Director!Choso x Reader)

Synopsis: You're helping out your best friend, Choso, by starring in his low-budget, indie-horror project! You volunteer to play a starring role, and a suggestive scene becomes more intense as Choso films.

MDNI. 18+. Smut. (fem afab reader pov)

Content Warnings: knife play, camera recording, over-clothing digital sex (f! recieving), praise

Cool air hit your chest, causing you to gasp at the sensation. Choso reached his hand over, coated with sticky, red-dyed corn syrup, pinching your sensitive nipple between his thumb and middle finger.

"uh, a-arch your back u-up a 'lil m-more - um, please," he stuttered out his request. He moved his hand to your other breast, brushing his thumb against the neglected nipple. His other hand held up the camera, zooming in on your writhing body.

You complied, pushing forward closer to Choso now, as he began kneading and squeezing both breasts gently. "Um, l-like this?" You wondered if he could feel how hard your heart was beating, or closely you were squeezing your thighs together.

"Perfect..." he exhaled. Your chest was coated in the fake blood now, staining the white tank top he cut open in the take prior. You kept chin tilted up, afraid to make eye contact with him. Your best friend was currently feeling you up, all because you wanted to support his nerdy dream of filming his own low-budget, indie horror movie.

Working with him on the script made sense - he needed your help focusing in on the themes and attending to small details that he might've missed otherwise. Plus, while your best friend was exceedingly well-researched when it came to horror history and production, he was not the most socially well-adjusted guy. You provided edits that gave the film a better sense of authentic intimacy.

So of course, he asked you to bring that into the actual filming part as well.

"C'mon, pleeease? You're like, actually the final girl in this. I don't need to put out any ads - I really don't wanna have anyone play her but you!" You remember him begging. You weren't one for acting, but you did know this character in and out - you created her just as much as Choso did.

"Y'know, you owe me for this. Don't go forgetting me when you get to Hollywood." You sighed, but you knew he could see the smirk that played on your lips.

He grinned widely then, pulling you into a tight hug. "Hell yeah! I'm so excited - we're doing this! You won't regret it, I promise!" He let you go, but not without ruffling your hair first. "You're really the best friend I could ask for. Thank you, like honestly."

Now, you're laid underneath him as he drags a prop knife across your chest, along the swells of your breasts, up toward your neck.

You pretend not to notice the bulge growing in his sweatpants.

He turns the camera off for a moment.

He coughs. "Uh - so now, we'll, uh, do the p-part where she, um...succumbs to him." He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck - seemingly oblivious to how he's smearing the fake blood all over himself now. "T-that is, if you, um, still feel c-comfortable. We can always stop if you're not feeling it anymore, you know that, right?".

You sit up, still topless, trying to meet Choso's eyes now - though you notice the way he has to quickly dart them back up to meet yours.

"Cho', I'm still okay," you give a gentle smile. "I'm in this for the whole thing - our thing. This is our baby we're talking about." You smile wider now, and he offers one back.

"Right. So, let's do it - final girl and the dark pleasures - take one." he casually calls, feeling awkward about being any more formal with only the two of you in the room.

He stands at the end of the bed as you lay on your back toward the bottom, your bare legs dangling off the edge. Your bottom half is covered only by a pair of panties. Choso offered to get you a cod piece for this scene, but you rejected it. "Authenticity. I'm not that great of an actress as it is, Cho - I need the actual vulnerability." You explained.

You slip your hand into your thin, white cotton panties, thinking about how he bought them for you. He covered all the wardrobe expenses - it was nothing extravagant, but he chose these purposefully. He wanted to truly convey a sense of purity - something that would give a heavy contrast to the red splatters.

However, being so thin with nothing underneath, you were acutely aware of the small wet spot that formed when Choso was fondling you just minutes ago. Well, wouldn't that just be in character?

You rehearsed this scene multiple times before - admittedly, half the time, you ended up genuinely masturbating to the thought of your best friend watching you touch yourself. Still, you theoretically know how to make this look real while regulating your breathing. So, why was it so hard to keep it pretend right now?

Choso's hard on only grew bigger. Was he crouching down closer to your thighs for the shot, or to obscure your view of his obvious erection?

It can't hurt to make it a little more authentic. For the art.

You used your two middle fingers to rub your labia, just a little bit. You wiggled your hips back and forth, moaning lightly.

Choso moved closer and adjusted his pants.

"H-Hey," he coughed. "Um, can w-we uh, m-move your l-legs up? Like, um so y-your feet are flat on the edge of the bed, knees propped up? I think I can um, get a better angle l-like that." He looked at you with his glazed-over amber eyes and a bottom lip swollen from biting it so hard.

"Um, sure, I think - how do you, uh, want me to position them again?"

He opened his lips to speak, but words didn't come out. Instead, he shut his mouth and adjusted your legs himself. Once your knees were folded in the air, he forcefully pulled you closer to the edge of the bed and spread your legs further apart - incidentally causing you to graze his hardened cock through his pants. His eyes widened and he coughed again, backing away and picking the camera up once more.

"Uh, take two!"

You closed your eyes, unable to forget how large that just felt.

In your haze, you began touching yourself for the camera again. This time, you allowed your self to rub small circles on your clit. The next moan that came out of your mouth was real, and you knew that your wetness was beginning to pool.

That's when Choso got on his knees to film you.

You worked faster. You weren't using two fingers anymore - you sloppily rubbed widely back and forth. Your panting was shallow and growing louder.

Choso realized how seriously you were taking this and god did he want to be professional, but he dreamed about this so many times before. Except it was never this beautiful. Here you were, touching yourself for him, wearing panties he bought you, allowing him to record you. Sure, it was for a project you both agreed to - but he was his own editor after all, and sometimes that meant spending hours reviewing footage.

"C-cut," he nearly whispered.

You opened your eyes. You haven't cum, and you knew you really shouldn't - this wasn't the time or place, and seriously, how could you do that with him right there? He's your friend! You knew you needed to collect yourself.

"O-okay, so, n-now, the k-killer," he sets the camera down to retrieve the prop knife. "Uh, y'know." He drops to his knees again, looking up at you.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, final girl." He reminds you gently, picking the camera back up with his other hand.

He presses the flat side of the knife, dripping in cold, sticky red liquid, against your clothed pussy. Your eyes flutter closed once again, and you exhale. You begin grinding against it and groaning.

"Y-yes, please," you manage to get out. The knife presses down hard.

"That's it...you're doing so good..." you hear him mutter to himself more than you.

Your panties are all but pointless now. They cling to you tightly, leaving little for Choso to imagine. You're grinding shamelessly now, still unable to find the relief you need.

Choso drops the knife and replaces it with his own hand. You look down to see his chipped black painted fingernails mimicking the circles you drew against your clit earlier.

"Just tell me to stop..." He struggles to focus between your face and your needy pussy.

But you don't tell him to. This isn't in the script - the killer might not be so kind as to actually help you get off.

Choso pointed the camera directly at your cunt and the flimsy pair of panties you desperately wanted to take off. He was trying his best to keep himself from pathetically humping against the bed but failing nevertheless.

"you made such a mess of these..." He teased your entrance with his thumb and your back instinctively arched up, the way he requested before.

You felt the intensity building up in your core and begged, "d-don't stop, 'm c-close".

Choso nodded diligently and kept up his pace of playing with your pussy. This was incredible - he always imagined what it'd be like for you to need him, to use him. He couldn't believe how wet you were - was it actually for him? Were you just really in the moment? What would this mean after you finish?

That didn't matter right now. You needed your best friend to make you cum.

"I've got you - please cum for me, please..." he pleaded, swallowing audibly.

That did it for you. You were cumming in your panties for him, against his fingers, whining loudly. He continued rubbing, now more gently, coaxing you through your orgasm.

You breathed heavily, looking back down at him as you came down from the feeling.

He moves his hand away and turns off the camera.

"I...I think we got the footage we needed." He smirked.

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includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuji, best friend! nobara, rough sex, doggy style

when the ever nosy nobara jokingly asks what you and your boyfriend’s sex life is like, your throat goes dry.

you chuckle for a few seconds as your hands go a little clammy, brushing off her question with a simple “mind your business!” there is no way you were telling one of his (and your) best friends how he was in bed.

yuuji itadori is a sweetheart, practically known for it. he's the best boyfriend anyone could ask for really.

he makes sure to cook your favorite dinner at least once a week. he’ll buy you makeup if you mention once that you're running out of anything. he always will offer to clean your room, do your laundry, style your hair, or do your makeup if you’ve been down recently. he’ll run you a bath, even insist that he can wash you if you need. he knows all your clothing sizes, what textures you can't wear, and your style by heart and he will always buy you a new piece when he goes shopping. every holiday, no matter what it is, he will get you a bouquet of flowers. he listens. he understands. you two never fight. he’s basically flawless.

that's why, for the sake of his reputation as the world's greatest boyfriend, you can't share the details of how he is in the bedroom.

it's such a stark contrast to him in every other aspect of your relationship.

he's got you bent over. your flushed face uncomfortably squished into your pillows. he's holding onto your ass with a vice grip, his strong arms flexing beautifully.

his dick is so thick, stretching you so much that it’d be uncomfortable if he didn't give you so much foreplay. he’ll spend hours eating you out until you're so overstimulated it hurts. your poor leaking pussy was still desperate for more anways. and who is he to deny his girl?

then, finally, he’s inside you. his hips snap, heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit. the sheets are a mess of your slick. but, of course, he’d wash them for you while you shower after.

even while he’s bullying your sweet spots with his cock, he’s still a sweetheart.

“taking me so good,” he mumbles, “i love you so much.”

your brain was long gone. but, miraculously, you manage out a muffled “love you too” between pornographic moans. he’s slamming into you with unmatched stamina. he’s moaning just as loud, if not louder, as you, murmured loving praises slipping from his parted lips.

he moves a hand off your ass to swirl circles with his thumb against your poor over sensitive clit. he is so determined to make you cum as many times as possible. it was unintentionally cruel of him. he always left you a writhing mess unable to walk. but, truly, he just wants his pretty girl to feel good.

yuuji itadori is so rough in bed, but there is absolutely no way you're telling nobara that.

she's still whining about how you guys have no secrets, “just tell me!”

“he’s just, uh, normal. i guess.”