The Trio

personally i think choso would be the definition of a switch, one day he’s being the cutest begging for you. and the next he’s an absolute menace to your cunt, destroying your pussy from the inside out <3

I know Choso whines when he’s fucking. Mans cannot hold himself back.

He ruts into you, gripping the sheets by your head so hard his knuckles turn white. His eyes roll back and and his tongue hangs out.

He’s panting and moaning and whining. Pleases and need its spilling from his lips. Hes rutting himself into you, tears falling from his eyes.

And when on your on top, lord. He thrust his cock into you like it’s the last time he’ll get to feel you. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he paws at your hips. He begs you to go faster, to milk his dick.

And when Choso cums he cums a lot. His thighs twitch as bucks up into you. He shoves himself so far deep, toes curling, legs spread wide.

He couldn’t stop if he tried, cum continuously bursting out of his tip.

He lays there content and satisfied, tugging you closer so he could fall asleep.

I’ll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

Powerpuff sasusho

infinity

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

includes: f! reader, aged up! megumi, vocal sex, praising, unprotected sex, fast paced, ooc probably, porn without plot, mating press for a sec, a hint angst if u squint really really hard

megumi fushiguro was weirdly quiet during sex.

he only ever lets a groan of your name out when he’s cumming and a few words of affirmation. it almost hurts your feelings how silent he is—does he not like it?

he also forces your silence. one hand holding the back of one of your thighs, the other slapped over your parted lips to just barely muffle those pesky moans. he's drilling into you, painfully hard cock slamming against that spot that has your eyes rolling back. he's digging his nicely kept nails into your soft flesh and his hips slam into you. his teeth, white and straight, are digging into his bottom lip hard enough to leave bite marks for days after the act. his brows are furrowed above his narrowed indigo eyes. you’ll never see him this concentrated.

he tries his hardest to let some praise slip out, but it's rare. his voice sounds so strained, desperate, and breathless. “so good, y-you feel so good, god,” he blabs before taking his lip back between his teeth.

you think he's not enjoying it enough to be loud. while you're moaning and blabbing beneath his palm, he's unbearably quiet. of course, you’ll never say anything to him. but he knows the truth: if he opens his mouth, everyone will hear him.

so that’s why he's practially jumping for joy when you two get a night truly alone. everyone is out on missions—just you and megumi until 7:30 in the morning.

he wraps a watch, black, silver, and bought with gojo’s card, around his pale wrist. just in case you two end up together all night (spoiler alert: you do).

he checks the dorms once, twice, three times. nobody’s there. there's still some worry nagging the back of his head; that gojo or one of your schoolmates would come home early. but it is overshadowed by his need to show you how good it feels, how good you feel.

did you think he didn't notice? he knew you didn't love his lack of loudness. you poor insecure thing. thank god he's here to reassure you.

he practically breaks your door down the second he’s confident enough that it's just the two of you.

“gumi, h—” you're cut off by his lips slamming against yours, big calloused hands finding their way into your hair.

megumi’s not a horndog, he’s always respectful. but right now he has an opportunity to fuck you and fuck you right, and there is no way he's passing that opportunity up.

“we're alone,” he mumbles against your mouth before attacking it once more. the kiss is mostly teeth and tongue, like he's trying to eat you.

you knew that you were alone in the dorms. of course you did; you were just as excited about it as he was. but the reminder in megumi’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

he’s already straining against his sweats just from kissing. maybe he is a horndog. just a little.

he pulls away only to latch onto your neck, huffing in your scent like an addict. he's letting out soft hums of pleasure as he sucks on your flesh. shit, that's gonna leave marks. his hands pull out of your hair to grab at your ass.

“you smell good,” he practically grunts between wet kisses over your throat, “pretty girl.” your cheeks burn hot at his words, your hands traveling into his inky locks and tugging.

his eyes are on your face—they always are. he watches as your lips part, a few small whimpers coming out of you as he continues ravishing you. he loves looking at you. you are his pretty girl after all.

he pushes you backwards onto your bed gently and effortlessly. he kisses your lips again, just as gently. he’s such a sweetheart under all that stoicism.

he runs his hands under your shirt, gooseflesh covering your skin at the contact. he keeps his eyes on you.

“i need you,” he grumbles, “now. is that okay?” he hesitantly fondles your boobs through your bra, slightly swollen lips parting in a small grunt as his groping grows just a bit more aggressive.

you nod almost instantly. maybe a little too eager. “mhm, need you too, megs,” you agree, bringing your hands to rub up on his shoulders. he smirks, just barely. how adorable.

the both of your clothes disappear in a haze of colors, ripped off by megumi’s skilled hands. he leaves both of you just in underwear before pressing a small kiss on your warm cheek. pre is leaking through his boxers, dick throbbing against the navy fabric. your eyes are glued to his boner with wide, needy eyes as he climbs on top of you.

he’s panting, his usual chewing of his bottom lip replaced with a slack jaw. he brings his middle finger to drag lazily across your slit. you shiver, eyes fluttering shut with a mewl.

“so wet,” he observes, dipping his head down to suck some red marks against your collarbone.

his digit ghosts tight circles over your clothed clit before pushing your underwear aside. he pulls back to sit on his knees between your spread legs. and he moans at the mere sight of your sopping pussy, his dick twitching as more pre cum pools out of his tip.

your eyes, gleaming with shock, shoot open to stare up at him. his hungry gaze flicks up to your flushed face. “gumi?” you cock your head.

“please,” megumi practically whines, bringing two fingers to circle around your hole.

first the moaning, then the begging. who is this and what’d he do with your boyfriend? despite this, his large ring and middle fingers prodding at your entrance make it impossible for you to question his behavior. though you could guess why. you just nod lazily, eyes glued to where his hand connected to your sex.

“fuck, okay,” he groans, sliding his digits inside you. he lets out a loud whimper right along with you. you clamp down around his fingers so tight, so well. you arch your back, head falling back against your pillows. he sounds so pretty it has your head spinning.

he slams into your cunt with loud squelches, his palm deliciously hitting your clit and his a-little-too-loose watch bouncing with each roll of his wrist. he uses his free hand to sloppily pull his boxers just far down enough to grab his aching cock out. he strokes himself in tandem with how he’s bullying your hole.

“look at me,” he says breathlessly, “please, pretty girl, look at me.”

you prop yourself up on your forearms, wide eyes staring at his cock. he's leaking pre cum, tip an angry red, balls full. “oh my god,” you mumble.

he keeps panting and letting out groans. it's music to your ears. you almost wish you could record this moment. his brain is mush right now. without having to focus on keeping quiet, he's practically putty in front of you.

he pulls his sticky hands away from both of you to push your knees to your chest, the two of you whining at the loss of contact. his normally droopy eyes were wide as he stared at you. he presses a kiss against your lips, gentle and fleeting, before letting go of the back of one of your thighs to adjust his cock against your entrance. he lets out shaky breaths as he ogles at your cunt, swollen and shiny with slick.

he glanced up at your already blissed out expression, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead like glue and your plush lips parted. you nod quickly and not even a second passes before his tip slides past your weak ring of resistance.

he moans, loud. it's dragged out and low, his blue eyes screwed shut. he pushes fully inside you as his hands hold a vice grip on the back of your knees.

“god, shit, you feel so good,” he grunts, but he (despite his need) stays still to let you adjust. he dips his head down and presses kisses against your tits, sucking on your nipples with muffled groans.

you bring a hand to cup the back of his head. “you sound so pretty, gumi,” you say sweet and breathless.

he whines before pulling off your boob with a loud pop, “can i move?” he asks breathlessly.

he always asked for permission—what a gentleman—but now he sounded like he’d cry if you said no. it was cute.

“mhm,” is all you say before a loud gasp is pulled from your throat as he drags out and slams back into you.

he’s moaning pornographically as he slams into your cervix with loud plap! plap! plap!’s. he scrambles with his hands, letting go of your legs to let them rest open around his.

his hands find the flimsy panties he’d pushed out of his way, brows furrowing in annoyance out their presence. he discards them with a loud riiiiiiip, tossing the destroyed cotton behind him onto your dorm floor. the merciless rocking of his hips and his loud noises of pleasure don't even waver.

“megs,” you pout between moans, “i liked those.”

“i-i’ll buy you new ones,” he grunts, enunciating his point with a particularly sharp thrust into your clenching cunt.

he brings one hand to grope your chest, whimpering softly as he feels your nipple instantly re-harden under his touch. the other hand slides between the two of you to rub your clit with fervor, causing a loud moan to come out of your agape mouth. he keeps his wide eyed gaze on where your sexes meet, your slick creating a sheer white sheen of sticky fluid connecting you two.

you writhe under him. “meg, meg, meg—fuck,” you chant with an arch of your back

“ohhh, yeah,” he groans lowly, fingers working your bundle of nerves speeding, “please squirt for me, come on,” his thrusts go sloppy just at the thought.

you whine out his name, the muscles in your thighs flexing and twitching. his head lols back, adam’s apple bobbing with each loud groan pulled from his throat.

“please,” megumi begs, increasing the pressure of his rubbing on your bud.

you let out a dragged out whine, nodding as you felt white hot pleasure wash over you. you gush around him, cunt squeezing his dick just right as squirt coats him lower stomach. the watch on his wrist starts to gleam with your release. he’s moaning louder than you as you cum.

“mm, good, yeah, so so good.” he drops his head to watch how you clench around his dick in an attempt to milk him for all he’s worth. his thrusts grow sloppy, his cock twitching inside you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans as he pulls his wet hand away from your puffy clit to rest on your tummy. he's desperately, selfishly chasing his own high now, his hips all too quickly slamming against yours. “god, fuck, ‘m close. where you want it, pretty girl?” he glances up at your face, all flushed and contorted in pleasure.

you could barely think. how did he think you were gonna answer a question?

“don’ know, not inside,” you mumble with a shake of your head, hands clawing at his shoulders from oversensitivity.

he nods.

he wants to cum inside you, of course he does. he knows you want it too. yadda yadda no kids, okay. but that doesn't stop him from ramming into you until the very last second.

he repeats “don't cum” in his head over and over until he finally pulls out with a dragged out moan of your name. he doesn't even have to use his hand as he cums on your lower stomach. his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back into his skull. you watch as his release, burning hot and thick, spills onto your skin. his hands found their way to your hips and he was grabbing them with a death grip.

megumi fushiguro is weirdly loud during sex.

he pauses for a few seconds after his release. the two of you are left heaving in sync, both of your eyes fluttered shut. he's still mewling between heavy breaths.

he opens one eye to check his sticky watch. there was no way in hell he was losing a single minute of tonight. he dips his head between your parted legs. he moves his hands to spread your shaking thighs farther apart.

“‘m not done.”

Stsg $picy doodle

family man (choso x reader 18+)

summary: choso needing to stuff you full of his cum <3

warnings: afab!reader, gender neutral terms, degradation, creampies, breeding, cunnalingus

w/c: 540

a/n: I DONT REMEMBER WRITING THIS BUT I FOUND IT IN MY NOTES TODAY APPARENTLY I WROTE THIS IN AUGUST 2024 AT 6 AM ENJOY THIS RAUNCHY SHIT

family man choso who has nothing else in his mind other than to stuff your cunt full of his seed.

he thinks it constantly, when you’re cooking dinner, folding the laundry, scrolling on your phone, etc. literally any time you’re in his vision he thinks of his cum dripping from your hole as you’re recovering from his relentless load after load.

just like today when he came home from his brother’s school after training yuuji. you were in the kitchen finishing up the dishes in your lounge wear. which usually consists of one of choso’s t-shirts and a pair of undies but that was more than enough to get him worked up and thinking about your blissed out expression when he first pushes his cock past your tight entrance.

which explains how you got to this point:

“one more load baby please,” choso grunts under his voice into your ear.

his hands grip your thighs tightly while pushing them further and further into yourself as he fucks his cum back into your cunt.

the mess of two loads already pumped in your willing pussy with the mixture of your own releases now making a mess on the kitchen counter below you.

“pussy so wet for me, made to take my cum — fuuh-ck!”

he reaches between you two to rub at your clit again, wanting to feel you clench and spasm all over him. choso loves when you cum around his cock, the way you squeeze him like you depend on it.

“cho, it’s— ah mm— it’s too much,” you gasp over your words at the intense overstimulation.

“hmm, i don’t think so,” he thrusts into you hard, making sure you can feel the tip of his dick pressing against your sweet spot, “you can still talk so my job isn’t done yet.”

“nng, c—cho!” you tell out, not sure when your orgasms start or end at this point but all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure the half curse is giving you.

you wonder if his insistent need to stuff you so full of his cum has something to do with him being a death painting but you couldn’t care less. this man knows what he’s doing either way so it doesn’t matter. he has your feet on top of his shoulders now and his free hand now around your throat.

“t—take it, i know you can. take it for me, slut,” he groans out in between pants of him catching his breath, “f—fuuuuck need you to cum around me again! feels so gooood.”

his hand speeds up against your clit in just the right way for the otherworldly almost stinging pleasure to rush from the tips of your fingers to the bottom of your toes. your eyes roll so far back that you lose your vision, clenching around him while he fucks his seed back into you.

your pure unadulterated indulgence was cut short when choso pulls out of you suddenly. before you could even finish letting out a whine you couldn’t even control, his tongue was cleaning the immense amount of cum he unleashed in your cunt.

“gotta clean up my mess to fill you more,” he mumbles in between licks, “need to make sure it takes.”