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goxjo · 2 months

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♥︎ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ♥︎

⟢ ┈ ﹒꒰ the morning after your first time with him, he’s not quite finished with you FT. gojo, nanami, geto, naoya, toji x fem! reader ꒱

AUTHOR’S NOTE. yeah, this could end up being very sweet or very horny. either way, please mind the warnings uwu. also, gojo’s is longer than the rest just bc <3

CONTENT. explicit smut, some sprinkles of fluff, eepy jjk men. ♡ gojo ♡ pet name: baby, princess, cuddling, early morning banter, frottage, v! fingering. ♡ nanami ♡ food cw, he wears a cute lil apron and you show up wearing only his shirt, v! fingering. ♡ geto ♡ pet name: angel, morning wood, early morning stretch, daddy kink. ♡ naoya ♡ pet name: kitten, consensual somnophilia, cunnilingus, kinda rough, squirting in his mouth sorry not sorry <3 ♡ toji ♡ pet name: sweetheart, consensual somnophilia, waking him up by giving head, 69.

LINKS. GEN. MASTERLIST ┆ JJK MASTERLIST

♥︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ♥︎

ੈ♡‧₊˚ GOJO SATORU

“Satoru, can I tell you something?” You lightly trace your finger down his face. The tips of his eyelashes feel ridiculously soft to the touch, not to mention his glossy lips- ones that have explored your own and your body so thoroughly just a few hours ago, you’ve memorized its shape at this point. His mouth slightly opens when you graze his bottom lip with your thumb. Through his pearly white teeth, warm breath fans the tip of your finger as his chest rises and falls in sync with his light snoring.

“Hm?” For the first time, you’re hit with his raspy morning voice - one you can definitely find yourself getting used to. He catches your hand, peppering lazy, half-asleep kisses at the back of it. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Just- I’m insanely attracted to you, that’s all,” you whisper and his eyes light up at the sudden confession. You haven’t been together long so you saying something like this out of the blue is more than enough to take him aback. Next thing you know, big strong arms wrap around you, piling your weight on top of him.

“This feels nice,” he breathes, sleep finding its way back to his eyes, and you can feel his breaths slow down as he drifts off again.

Flick. “Hey, wake up. Need to hear that voice again.” You lightly flick a finger to his forehead and his eyes flutter open for a few seconds. But that wasn’t enough to fully wake him.

“Can’t. You’re so warm. So soft,” he mutters, tightening his grip around you. He shifts a little, trying to nestle the back of his head into his pillow as he shuts his eyes. “Could stay like this all day long.”

You lean closer to his face, studying his sleeping profile. How could anyone be this perfect? Most people wake up with bed heads, dried up drool on their chin, troll-like attitude, and crusty eyes. Not Gojo Satoru. He’s an angel. He wakes up in the morning looking as if he had a 30-minute head start to his daily skincare routine. As if he even needs one.

“Sooo soft,” he mutters once more, squeezing your sides.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news you big pervert but you have to get ready for class.”

“Wrong!” He jolts awake. “That’s not something someone ‘insanely attracted’ to me would say.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m insanely attracted to you as well, and I say ‘5 more minutes’. Actually, make that an hour.”

You try to brush off his comment, pretending as if heat didn’t just rush to your cheeks at what you’d call a poor attempt at banter. A lie, because of course he’s an expert. “Come on you big baby. Wake up.”

“45 minutes, baby.” A big hand reaches underneath your shirt, soothing your bare back.

“Think you’re being slick, huh?”

“Mmm, shut up and come closer.”

“15 minutes?” you suggest, legs straddling his sides, pussy grinding on his half-hard cock as you draw hearts on his jaw, his hands finding their way to your bare ass.

“Hmm, 30.” He groans and you feel his cock twitch underneath, his hands grabbing the fat of your ass.

“You’re a bad negotiator- mmf.” You purr when he spreads your ass, walls clenching at the slight stretch.

“The worst. So, 30? Actually no. 30 is a done deal if you throw in a little kiss.”

“Deal—”

“On second thought…” his fingers slide down your folds, your mouth pops into an ‘o’ and you know for sure you’re done for the second he slides two digits into your slippery hole. “How ‘bout we make it 30 minutes after round 2?”

You’re definitely going to have to stay in all morning.

ੈ♡‧₊˚ NANAMI KENTO

A wave of confusion hits you when you’re awoken by the sound of something that dropped in a pan, aroma of something frying filling the room. Your eyes dart to the door slightly left open and you’re suddenly aware of the empty space beside you.

You try to look for the clothes you discarded last night but they’re nowhere to be found. So of course, you go for the next best thing.

Coming into the kitchen, you’re met with your partner’s broad and bare back, and your eyes immediately dart to the white lace-trimmed ribbon tied around his waist.

Clad only in pajama pants and that frilly little apron you gifted him as a joke, one that has a pretty pink ‘kiss the chef’ embroidered text at the front, Nanami is way too preoccupied with preparing breakfast for two.

You whistle in a way that’s too flirty for his comfort. Nanami looks over his shoulder, eyes trailing your form up and down, staring way too long at where his signature blue button-down ends just slightly above your upper thighs.

“Careful, your hashes are about to burn.”

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, completely turning off the heat as he makes his way towards you.

“You’re not gonna finish that? Aren’t you going to—” he doesn’t let you finish when he captures your mouth, pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands reach underneath the hems of your (his) shirt, finding your slick folds before pumping you silly with two of his fingers.

“Nope, I’m suddenly craving something else. Sit on the counter, now.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ GETO SUGURU

You’re woken up by the sound of an alarm. Looking at the clock, it reads ‘7:00 am’ and you’re surprised to find a heavy arm around your waist and something hard pressed up against your ass.

You shift to turn off his alarm, to which Geto’s eyebrows furrow, protesting over your sudden escape from his hold. “Come back here,” he groans, voice a tad deeper than his usual key, swiftly pulling you close to his bare chest.

“You sound so sexy,” you whisper, planting lazy kisses on his nose and on his lips, his erection leaking something warm on your stomach.

“Really? You sounded sexier last night. Need to hear you screaming my name again, angel.” He reaches down, knuckles sliding across your slit as you feel his fist pumping his cock at the same time. For the first time, you’re oriented with what mornings with Geto are like.

The head of his cock runs through your slick folds before finding your hole. You purr at the friction as he enters you, giving a whole new meaning to ‘early morning stretches.’

“Ohh, ohh~” you hum. Your core grows heavy with need, forcing you to try to bounce on his cock, clit grinding against his abdomen as you hold onto his bicep.

“So impatient.” Geto chuckles at your eagerness. “Want daddy to pay attention to your clit?”

“Daddy, daddy, n-need you to move pleasepleaseplease,” you whine. He hooks your leg around his waist, fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he bottoms out.

“Good morning to you too.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ NAOYA ZEN’IN

You think maybe you’re having one of those dreams. The best kind- one where a warm, wet muscle runs across your puffy slit before sliding in and out of your hole. It feels so hot, so good. Too hot, too good, you feel an orgasm coming-

“Fuuuck,” you cuss breathily, whines choking back a wake up yawn, and your body arches to the sensation in your pussy in place of an early morning stretch. Your eyes blink away the sleep in your eyes. Looking down, you find that black and white head of hair you love so much in between your thighs. And he doesn’t stop devouring your pretty cunt even as you mewl through your high. “Fuck, baby, fuck me!”

It’s real and it’s definitely his tongue sucking on your throbbing clit, definitely his thick fingers relentlessly fucking your wet velvet walls, definitely your pussy squelching from how good his tongue and fingers play with you at this ungodly hour.

“Grrood, mm-you’re-mm-awake,” he talks as if he’s speaking to your pussy, unwilling to part from your sweet little cunt even for a second. He was also like this last night. He told you the taste of your pussy is so damn fucking intoxicating, he could eat you up like a three-course-meal.

“Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!” Your fingers rake through his locks, making him use his teeth on your pussy just because he knows how much you like it when he gets rough. He feels so good going down on you like this, you just can’t help but squeeze his head between your thighs.

“Babybabybaby, fuuuuck- shit!” You feel your pussy twitch two or three times before he gulps, and with his lips still glued to your pussy, you could feel him release a deep chuckle at how much you came undone. Worry washes all over you, heat rising to your face when you realize what you’d done.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You taste heavenly kitten, do it again.”

ੈ♡‧₊˚ FUSHIGURO TOJI

Toji wakes up to an all-familiar feeling around his cock, something that wasn’t uncommon before he had you but now that it is you and your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, one arm propped on his thigh for dear life-

“God, I fucking love you.”

He absolutely adores the sight of your head in the morning bobbing up and down his hard length, ass perked, other hand struggling to play with your cunt.

“C’mere and turn around sweetheart. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

Ass still perked, only now it’s dangerously close to his face. He spreads your folds with his thumbs, stretching your juicy, clenching entrance and huffing out hot air before he drags out his tongue to lick stripes on your cunt.

“Rrmfh~” Your mewls are muffled as you’re gagged with the head of his cock. The feeling of his tongue on your pussy tickles something in you that makes you suck on his cock, releasing a pop when your mouth leaves his length.

“Ohh~ T-toji baby-fuck-let’s cum together.”

“So fucking needy.” Toji kisses your clit a couple times before making out with your lips. He alternates between nipping the sensitive bud with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue, driving you insane while your own mouth is stuffed full of his cock.

“I rarely have breakfast, but this is a nice little treat.”

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chosolala · 3 months

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⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ inumaki headcannons

just some of my cute headcannons about toge inumaki :]

he’s very clean, his stuff is always very organized, sometimes he organizes your thing for you

he reads in his free time and leaves you manga recommendations

he’s a big foodie, always making food and trying new places

watches youtube in the shower

he actually does have games on his phones, he plays clash of clans otw to his missions

he always has very clean nails/hands, very very pretty hands

always smells clean, just like fresh

always invites you to play online video games at like 2 am

buys snacks if he can while on missions

he probably has a pair of old converse that are strangely clean, despite how often he wears them

like playing sports in his free time, like pick up basketball or american football

he is very observant, if you don’t like something he makes sure it never happens again

when he first met you, whenever you would do something wrong in training or something, he would just tug on your sleeve and shake his head at you

always wants to go out when he’s not deep into something else, so he bugs everyone until someone eventually agrees to go out with him

going out with inumaki usually involves spending a bunch of money on gacha machines, getting onigiri and feeding stray animals

he likes staying up super late with you and watching movies and anime on his laptop

his room always smells like vanilla and caramel, he always has wax melts, candles lit, wall scents, incense, there’s always something in his room

at the gym quite often actually

for such a little guy he’s surprisingly strong

#1 troll, he and panda have successfully pranked every other person at jujutsu high, including principal yaga

he listens to music like old tyler the creator and frank ocean, image some indie dudes aesthetic playlist in like 2018

he still sleeps with his childhood stuffed animal

sends the craziest texts, your jaw is either on the floor or you’re crying laughing in response

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occamstfs · 3 months

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New Meaning to Hazing

Here's a scent triggered nerd to frat bro TF, usual mandatory group project stuff. Hope you enjoy! -Occam

It was not shaping up to be Henry’s day. His lab partner Alexander invited him over to his place so they may work on their report together. He was beyond shocked to learn that his partner, one of the few people on campus he could really call a friend, seemed to live in a frat house. Walking past the less than manicured lawn, complete with circles of dead grass where kegs sat out too long with litter from a recent party still hiding at the edges, Henry couldn’t help but feel his friend would never deign to live in such grotesque bro-squalor.

He checks the address sent once more before moving to knock on the stark white door to the manor, unaware of the curtains shifting as he is watched by whomever awaits him inside. He raises an arm to rap on the door before it is thrust open by one of the brothers. The large man is shirtless and sweaty, presumably fresh off a work-out which Henry is vainly trying to avoid noticing. Inside the foyer of the house is only just neater than the lawn, the trash at least overflowing front the trash cans rather than scattering the floor.

Henry forces an awkward smile and begins backing away before he is ushered in by the sweaty man, “Hey bro, did ya need sumthin?” Gears turn in the man’s head as he tries to recall why some twerp would be coming to visit the house this morning. Henry sees the man’s mind grind to a halt and thinks about taking the opportunity to flee like the prey he is. He hesitates and the lapse passes, the oaf shouting out into the house. “Anyone expectin’ an, uh, nerd? This mornin’?” Henry hears a cacophony of barely conscious men groaning nos from rooms down the hall, breaking through them though is an almost familiar voice, “oh wait yeah, think I’ve got some project shit with him, can you send him over here?”

The troll of a man that has ushered Henry in beams and throws an arm around him, continuing to lead him through the threshold, “Huhuh! Why didn’t ya just yer here to see Lex lil bro! C’mon, he’s right this way.” Henry has no way to surreptitiously escape now that he’s been pulled inside the wholly unpleasant estate. Passing open rooms Henry could see a few men sleeping away the day and judging by the pervasive odor in the air there are at least a dozen or so more hiding from his view, if not his nose. He struggles not to visibly recoil at the musk lest he provoke his apparent guide through this bro-y hellscape.

Arriving in the living room he finds piles of dirty laundry on top of stained couches almost as expected at this point. More shocking than that is the large man lying in between them watching porn in the middle of this shared living space. His modesty barely covered by a pillow, the man looks up with eyes glazed over and stubble dotting his jaw. Despite the well sculpted body and jungle of pit hair exposed, almost as a challenge to the nerd interrupting him. Henry feels some foggy connection with this man who should fill him with only disgust. Trying not to too closely inspect the man mid-masturbation Henry can’t help but notice that he looks like some juiced up and dulled down version of his lab partner, Alexander.

His eyes widen as the frat bro smirks and scratches at one of his pits, smelling his hand before speaking up, “Hey dweeb, are you gonna just stand there and watch me jack it or can you get my fucking homework over with already.” His right hand returns under the pillow and Henry is taken aback, now recognizing the voice as his friend’s, only an octave deeper and dripping with derision at his once-friend. Henry clears his throat to apologize and shifts his eyes away from the man, wondering if he should enquire about his obviously changed state.

He had never seen his lab partner shirtless before so perhaps he’s been hiding this impressive build the whole time. But, no it’s impossible. He’s at least a foot taller. Henry cannot reconcile how sharp his stubbled jaw is, the lazy lust filling his glazed over eyes, or the dull crawl of his deeper raspier voice. “I’m sorry for um, interrupting Alexan-” His lab partner twitches before Henry finishes the name. Immediately looking away from the porn and to Henry, “It’s fucking Lex dude. And did you not hear me? Get to work or I’ll fuckin’ make you.” Henry sees veins pump larger on his arms as Lex gets worked up. Trying to make himself small and agreeable, Henry backs away.

Lex smirks as he sees the nerd shrink into himself, the pillow bouncing higher as he feels his power, his masculinity, affirmed. Though completely driven by his balls, an idea squirms its way to the front of his mind. This little dork just wandered into his turf. Fucker’s gonna learn to respect his frat real quick. Henry sees darkness infuse Alex’s eyes as a deeper hunger grows within him. Barely masking the hunger filling his voice, Lex speaks up, “you know what bro, I’m sorry about this, just a little pent up. You know how it gets I bet,” he pulls his hand free from his crotch and gestures towards Henry, flicking his pre at the nerd.

Henry scoffs as this is quite the line too far, his face burns with embarrassment, no, with rage as he starts to feel anger far greater than he could muster before at this jerk whose supposed to be his friend! Seeing this brings genuine delight to his partner who laughs out a clearly fake apology, “Huhuh, sorry bro. Why don’t you head up to my room and get started. Here’s a change of clothes if you want it dude”

Lex grabs a shirt from the pile sniffing it and recoiling before shrugging and throwing it anyway. Were he thinking Henry certainly would have noticed his using the same cum covered hand to hurl the shirt. But something about his rising rage has heightened his awareness to the haze of the frat house, musk distracting him in a manner that is distinctly not disgust as he is pelted with the shirt and coated in some mysterious liquid.

Henry scoffs in indignation and departs for the room, leaving the shirt behind as he begins to unbutton his own stained top. “Up the stairs. Third door on your right, Bro.” Driven not by the scholarly initiative that brought him to this horrid place he obeys the man’s instructions rather than simply fleeing outright in what may be his last chance at salvation. Henry wanders up the stairs without a thought spent on anything but trying to understand the peculiar feeling rising within him at the wretched stink.

Arriving at the door Henry enters and slams it behind him, unsure if he wants time to work on this project by himself or for that cum-for-brains oaf to follow him up shortly. He clicks the lock on the door, either way not wanting to be caught unprepared by the monster storming in as he disrobes his stained shirt. Henry jumps as he sees a figure move in the room only to find the wall across from the bed is covered in a massive mirror. Ever a curious mind Henry wanders over to inspect it and discovers hundreds of stains of god knows what. Some sick new instinct suggests he sniff and Henry is immediately lightheaded as his mind is assailed by what seems like years of cum stains.

His eyes glaze over and his mind is overwhelmed. Henry stands in front of the mirror staring straight at himself, unaware as his appearance slowly begins to shift. Glasses that are as solid a facet of his appearance as his nose fall from his face and disappear as his hair darkens and curls messily atop his head. His torso expands and thins as his arms grow gawky and lengthen. His skin tans and smooths as his mind remains boggled by the odors swimming through the air, stretching as the changes itch and burn under his skin. He feels muscle pull on his chest as something that should not be there cramps and breaks his trance. His nipples poke larger, growing hard in the chilly room and Henry blushes as he feels his cock pulse in his briefs. Uncomfortable at the idea of getting off at his own reflection and unable to bring his conscious mind to awareness of his changes.

Each second spent investigating his reflection the oppressive weight of Lex’s odor sinks deeper. Looking into his own eyes and seeing a man who he simply cannot be, Henry feels a headache quickly rise. taking a deep breath he lets his mind clear and he shakes his head, hair flopping as it never has. But he pays no mind. He should just get started on the assignment. Yeah, the quicker he’s done the quicker he’ll be out of here.

His mind strays to thoughts about Lex as he pulls out his laptop, he is in the jerk’s room after all. He sneers looking around at the mess, seeing oddly stained socks and half-drunk cans of beer scattering every surface. His eyes steer clear of his reflection as something deep in his mind refuses to see his reflection. His face burns as he feels his cock start to grow in his pants at the idea of Lex. “God fuck him, this is supposed to be a group assignment.” Henry bites his lip to distract from the mounting pressure in his pants.

Never a man of much will Henry digs deep into some new reserve and stubbornly gets to work. Opening a database to find sources for their report. Typically he wouldn’t even mind doing a report alone but something about that ass getting any credit really sets his mind ablaze. He thought Alex was his friend, but ever since seeing him as Lex something just. Something’s digging in the back of his mind just out of notice. He breathes deep to loose a large sigh, musk rising in his chest as a thought more pervasive than anything grabs his consciousness, Don’t worry about it bro.

Henry stares at his library’s homepage as any forward movement in his mind is halted. He could stand to chill a bit for sure. He scratches at his chest and tries to remember how he was planning to tackle this report. Thoughts moving slower than usual in his mind, waylaid by this command as well as the still advancing scent of Lex’s squalor. Following the professor’s instructions to a tee Henry sets out to start his dull work. Scrawling notes down into a spiral he tilts his head in confusion as his handwriting is far less fluid and graceful than usual. No time at all to think further on the matter as he is again struck with apathy towards anything peculiar. He takes another deep breath and another message blares through his mind, deeper, Welcome to the party bro, just keep breathing deep.

Henry scratches more at his chest as thin hair begins to poke out around his nipples. Nigh invisible blonde peach fuzz scattered around the center of his chest slowly lengthens and grows dark as the hair on his head grows longer and greasier. He rubs a hand through it and almost grimaces, feeling as unwashed as any of the slobs in this horrible compound. Despite the cool room in which he sits he begins to sweat as he sits there, computer in lap. His face rearranges into something a tad less feminine and his head twitches to the side at his criticism of the slobs, his fellow slobs. Like an alarm the thought brings him back to some semblance of himself. He is a neatfreak isn't he? He searches his memory to find any evidence to support the reality he knows.

Henry again scratches at his chest as similar itches arise in his pits and crotch. Two areas he is suddenly armed to ignore lest more similarities spring to mind between him and the slobs of this sick place, or worse Lex himself. His mind drags a memory of Lex’s treasure trail snaking above the pillow as he feels his pubes itch. His hands try to stray as he wrenches them abc to a keyboard to get some research done. His fingers miss keys as they inch slightly larger than they’ve been before, palms expanding wider and demanding adjustment. Henry clenches his jaw and takes another deep breath to stem his irritation.

The musk in the air becomes cloying to him as he suddenly begins to add to it, his sweat slides down his back and down onto his ass as a new itch arises there. He tries to keep his mind focused on his homework but every click and keypress becomes more difficult as his mind demands distraction, release. After clicking on an article filled with more text than he cares to read he thoughtlessly goes to scratch at his package. As soon as he touches it he is overcome with pleasure. Giving in immediately, he rubs through his pants as his sweaty back slides against the wall leaving his own stains in Lex’s room. His hips hump into the air as his cock strains his underwear beyond imagination, the sound of a tear cracks through the air as his pants slide into a wedgie from sliding down on the floor.

Henry tosses his laptop to the side and is stuck with indecision to just rub one out or not. What is he thinking? He’s in someone else’s fucking room, Lex’s room. The thought sends even more passion coursing through him as hormones and hunger rise. He bites his lip and scrolls to see just how long this article is, maybe he can work some kind of deal out with his balls right? He’s in control here. He tries to sit up and feels with every small movement or twitchy adjustment, waves of pleasure launch into his mind. Dulling every instinct besides those most basal and hungry. Attempting to gather any substance from the wall of text on screen is quickly abated as he decides to find some other distraction from whatever sickness is compelling his mind.

His balls pulse as he struggles to stand to his feet, his eyes stay focused ahead, away from his reflection as he sees a video game controller on Lex’s bed, surely his br- his lab partner wouldn’t mind, def not. He awkwardly steps forward feeling his larger balls pull tighter and grow larger as he struggles to fight against their constant impulses. His feet expand as he steps on Lex’s cum-filled socks and any disgust he once felt, should feel, is overridden by an ever-peaking desire for release.

His pants fully rip as his package becomes wholly unmanageable by the size 28 pants he threw on this morning. Henry scrambles under Lex’s blanket to protect his modesty and convulses as he hears something squish underneath him in the bed. His expression squirms between pleasure and judgment at his bro for being such a slob. God! Not his bro, his uh? New ideas breeze across his mind as his mind has begun to slip at a far greater pace. Each musty breath blanching more of himself away, Henry never really stood a chance. But hopping into Lex’s surely unwashed sheets was an err far too great.

Grabbing at the controller and getting started Henry feels his arm prickle as ink starts to seep to the surface. Would’ve sworn he’d never deface his body like that but he clearly has, right? Haha! His jaw grows slack as, for the first time in a while, he is able to focus on something other than his demanding balls. He feels an itch on his chin as stubble just like his bro’s begins to speckle his face as he begins to put on weight. Hair on his chest and pits begins to grow longer as he lays in an altar to Lex’s must. Quickly losing in the game he almost tosses his controller across the room as the unfamiliar rage that started his descent arises once more.

God what’s fucking up with him today. He grunts and pays no mind to the sound that echoes throughout the musty air, deeper than he could ever fathom issuing forth. He scans the room no longer seeing his laptop or discarded clothes. His eyes just manage to avoid looking at his reflection with some remnants of existential terror fighting against the rising instinct that he needs to pay his hot body some attention. Instead he notices Lex’s laptop on the bed beside him, porn already cued up. He bites his lip and smirks as he feels his cock begin to spew pre onto Lex’s sheets. Surely his bro won’t mind.

Back downstairs Lex gets off to himself as he imagines that little nerd trying not to lose himself in his own musky haze. Picturing in his mind the new curves of his body as hair begins to grow like a jungle across his figure. He starts going at it imagining Henry struggling to keep his mind focused on anything other than his growing muscle and rapidly expanding cock. Upstairs Henry himself quickly adds to Lex’s tapestry of stains as he sees his arms burn and grow. Guffawing to himself through his moans of self-pleasure as he suddenly finds his own body far more alluring than whatever shitty smut his bro had left open. Looking down at his cock as it grows beyond his understanding out of a bush of pubes darker and dirtier than he could conceive. He needs to see the whole picture.

His eyes widen and he twitches in pleasure and fear as he struggles to and to not look at his own reflection. Biting his lip to draw blood as he grunts deeper by the second, sweat staining the sheets as the bed creaks underneath his still increasing weight. His hair curls and his jaw widens as he clenches it. The curls on his chest spread wider as the little muscle he had became pecs outright, his heart pounding beneath them as the rise with each labored breath.

Drool begins to pool in his mouth as pre streams down the hands clenching his cock. His vision flickers as he manages to steal a glimpse of himself and is evermore changed. The nervous nerd who didn’t even knock on the door is wiped from Henry’s mind as he absorbs his new majesty, the power he now wields. The scent of Lex’s den is absolutely masked by his own as he languishes in his bros sheets, smirking as he flexes at his own reflection. Arms large enough to absolutely wreck his bros PR’s, a core strong enough to fuck for hours, and thighs large enough to any fucker to submit, to say nothing of his massive cock in between them.

Immediately after taking himself in Henry loses any remaining control over his libido and moans loud enough to wake every still sleeping brother downstairs as his body cements him the king of this chapter. Painting his own stains up and down Lex’s mirror as he hears his fellow titan start to stomp up the stairs. He feels his cock harden even more intensely as another round swiftly churns in the balls hanging beneath it. Would’ve sworn he had something else going on but for the life in him he can’t figure out what. Making his way over to the door before his bro rips it off the hinges Henry decides surely a good fuck is just what he needs to set himself right again.

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #muscle tf #dumber tf #fratification #musk tf #frat bro tf #hair growth

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slvttyplum · 11 months

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ WE’RE NOT STOPPING| CHOSO

SYNOPSIS: You and choso have been friends for a while messing with each other here and there but what happens when you guys finally get to the finale of things.

CONTENTS: teasing, friends with benefits?, restraining, smut, rough, also a college au?

As you walk into the small dorm room, snacks fill your chest, and you quickly let them fall onto his bed.

“ta-da!” You say, smiling brightly with your hands on your hips, and Choso looks at you, grinning, then at the snacks.

"A honey bun... hm, that’s a choice.” He says that, picking up the pack of skittles next to them, you grab a pack of trolls, popping one in your mouth.

"I didn’t know what to get; I was rushing.” He nods, staring at you intently. You look at the ground, stuffing more trollis in your mouth, avoiding his gaze.

The only thing you could hear was the cars zooming past and the laughter from your peers outside.

“so what—“

“should we?” Choso says, and the room immediately follows, with silence after. You pick up your head, looking at him, then back at the ground.

Your heart started to beat out of your chest upon hearing those two words.

You and Choso were friends—well, closer friends at that—but do friends kiss? touch each other up, leave marks on each other?

Choso set the candy down, placing one of his hands on your cheek. His palm was warm, but his fingertips were cold.

“We don’t have to.” He says, sliding his thumb over your cheek, you tightened the grip on the candy, not knowing what to do, scared he could hear your heart beating.

You wanted to fuck him, of course, and you’ve been holding it off for months.

"Hey, wanna go—.”

"I have exams; byeeee!” you say, slamming the door shut behind you.

Something was weighing on you, and you didn’t know what it was. Was it the fact that you didn’t want to ruin something that never started? the expectations and whether it was going to be good or not? What was it?

“Look at me," Choso says as his hand travels down to your neck. You slowly look into his eyes, his cold black eyes, despite being the opposite.

“Tell me what to do, baby.” You didn’t want to admit how that made you weak in the knees. You lean in close to where both your noses are touching, tossing the candy on the counter.

He grins, sliding his hand to the middle of your back and leaning in to kiss you. It was soft, but quickly turned sinister as his tongue entered your mouth.

His body was leaning off the bed as yours was up close to him, your chest touching his. the bulkyness of both sweatshirts rubbing together.

He took his other hand, putting it on your cheek for structure—something to hold onto. His finger slid across your cheek as your tongues danced in each other's mouths.

He slowly slid his hand down your back, cupping your ass and causing you to moan into your mouth.

He chuckles into the kiss, doing it again. “You like that?” You nod, not saying a word, putting your all into the kiss.

The taste of sweetness is all throughout your mouths, mixing with each other. His hand slipped into your jeans, taking a handful of ass and squeezing harder. You take a step back, pulling your sweatshirt over your head and revealing a white cami top. He looks at you, licking his lips and doing the same, only revealing his bare torso and abs.

He smiled, pulling your arm into his and placing kisses on your jaw and neck. He leans down more, taking both your thighs and hoisting you up. With both your legs on both sides of him, straddling him, you place your hands on his shoulders, kissing his cheek, then slowly down to his jaw.

He smiles, rubbing your back and ass. You start to get impatient as you grind into him, feeling him get hard under you.Taking his hand off your ass, slipping it between both of you and unbuttoning your pants. He flips you over, so now you’re under him, sliding them off.

You’re wearing red underwear, and he’s intrigued. “Did you wear these for me?” He asks, smirking. You feel your cheeks starting to get warm, and you wave your hands in front of you.

“no,no.” He eyes you down from pussy to eyes, mentally stripping you before hand. He takes his finger, looping it under the pantie band and slowly sliding it off.

You’re laid there, your heart beating so fast it could run away. It was finally happening, but wait...

“What about your roommate?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows. Choso looks at you, then at the door, then back at you with that same smirk plastered on his face.

“Oho, nervous he’s going to see you laid out for me?" He says this, placing small kisses on your legs and looking you in the eye.

Those damn eyes

You lay back down, pressing against the pillows that were behind you. Of course you were nervous about that; you didn’t want him to see what you were going to do to him. He continues to place small kisses from your legs to your thighs. “Ready for me to take these off?” he says, laying in between your thighs.

You could feel his breath seep into your panties making your pussy wet. You reach out your hand, grabbing one of his little messy ponytails and nodding.

He stares at you in the eyes, kissing near your pussy, “uhn uhn use your words for me.”

you swallow and push down your pride, “take them off.”

He chuckles, looping both his fingers in your panties sliding them off with ease, your pussy on full display. “That’s my girl.”

He’s gripping one thigh and laying on it as he pushes your over thigh out, sliding his finger over your slit, causing you to flinch. He looks at you, smirking, and does it again. “You’re really sensitive down here, huh?” He’s teasing your slit while you look him in the eye, smirking down at him.

"I'm sensitive in a lot of places; find out.” He presses his finger on your clit and he’s sliding his other finger on your slit.

You’re holding back moans as your breath and words get caught in your throat. It felt good, even though he was barely doing anything… Were you always like this?

He leans closer, placing a small peck on your pussy as he removes his hand fully and places it on your other thigh. Placing more small kisses until he takes a long lick of your entrance and licks your clit, shivers go down your spine, but you don’t want to moan yet; it’s too early for that.

You slowly take your hand, gripping his pigtail, and move your hips against his mouth. He chuckles in between licks, “impatient. Tell me what you want; use your words.”

You shut your eyes at those words. You didn’t know exactly what you wanted at the moment; all you wanted was him.

He stops licking, causing you to open your eyes, and he gets up, pulling your arm.

“Sit on my face.” Your eyes widen at his words, and you stumble over your words, trying to find the right response.

“what?”

Choso lays in the position you were in earlier, but his head is completely on the mattress. “Come sit on my face, baby.”

You laugh to yourself crawling in between his legs, “Take off your pants first.” You say this as he leans forward, leaning on his elbows.

“Do it for me; I'm sure you know how.”

You scoff at his bitchy tone and go to pull his pants off, revealing his hard on in his briefs, almost poking your eye out.

"Excited, aren’t we?”

Choso chuckles and pulls you into him, going in for a kiss. The kiss is eager and sweet, and you reach your hand down, rubbing his hard on.He’s smiling into the kiss and takes one of his hands, gripping your ass. "I'm ready," he says as he leans out of the kiss.

He slides down the mattress more, so you have more space. You climb on top of him and hover over his face, gripping the small headboard in front of you.

"Okay, sit down.” You laugh and sit down slowly. You’ve never done this before and were a bit anxious, but slowly you adjusted.

You’re fully on his man’s face, and he takes a long lick of your pussy, taking both his hands and gripping your thighs.

"I got you; sit down fully.” You swallow hard and do as he says, his nose hitting your clit and his tongue deep inside you swirling.

“fuck! w-wait!” You say, putting your head on the headboard, trying not to fall back.

“Mmm mm," he says, licking faster, the wetness of his tongue coating every part of your pussy, This felt different but so good.

You quickly take one of your hands off the headboard, putting it on his pigtail for more stability. Your thighs were shaking and your heart was racing; this was a new sensation all around.

“Choso w… Wait, I'm about to cum.” You say with a full grip on his hair now that he’s moaning while he’s eating you, so the vibrations from his voice erupt through you.

He ignores you, continuing to lick. He takes one of his fingers and slips one inside.

“ah! cho… wait..”

He’s pumping his finger inside of you while he sucks on your clit, his tongue sliding over it every time he sucks it in.Every passing second feels like you’re floating. You clench around his fingers as he slips another finger in. You throw your head back, falling back onto his legs. Your eyes are blank, with nothing but tiny white dots.

Choso sits up, spreading your thighs. You try to sit up but can't. He leans down and begins licking again. You sit up and start to protest.

“fuck!! no stop!” He keeps licking and pumping two fingers inside you; your legs are twitching, and you’re only half a mind.

"Sto-," you say, but you give up, flopping back down on his legs. He leans out, looking at you with dark eyes.

He slides his legs from under you, pushing your thighs out and holding your legs. You’re laid out, not processing what’s going on.

He leans towards the dresser, opening it and pulling out a condom.

Unwrapping the condom, he takes one hand, places it on your cheek, and rubs a thumb over you. “Get it together; we’re only starting.”

You roll your eyes, trying to snap out of it, but your pussy is still throbbing. He slides the condom on, lining himself up with you.

“Come on, are you ready?” You shake your head with your legs still spread out.

"Yes, you are," he says, pushing himself inside of you. Your eyes widen as he’s slowly entering, and you lean forward, pushing his stomach.

He takes your hand and goes to get the other one, gripping both your wrists. “Move your hand.” You’re so wet; he’s going inside of you so easily. Four strokes in, and he gets progressively faster.

"Wa-wait, slow down.” You say with drool falling out of the side of the mouth, Choso leans forward, pressing his other hand into your thigh.

He takes his tongue, licking the drool, and places kisses along your jaw. He gets faster, slapping you hard. His grip on your wrist gets tighter as his body weight falls on you.

It felt so fucking good; all thoughts were out of your mind, his body colliding with yours. All and any words were slipping out of that beautiful mouth of yours: “Please, faster.”

He smirks, doing as you say, slamming into you, so rough that your head is hanging off the bed, your mouth is hung open, and your eyes are drooped out. He lets go of your hands, taking in an eyeful of your boobs bouncing up with every thrust.

This was a sight he didn’t mind seeing every day; you looked so fucking good.

“You like that?” he says, leaning down, placing a kiss on your stomach, then looking at you as your head hangs off the bed.

He keeps pace as he leans up, picking up your head and holding it in his hand.

“Answer me, pretty baby.” You wrap your arms around him, nodding. "Yes, yes, I love it," you say as he’s deep inside you.

He feels you tighten around him and get faster. He leans into the crook of your neck, sucking on it.

You tasted so good, he couldn’t get enough. Your eyes were rolled back so far that you thought you could see your brain.

“mmm mm mm.” No words were coming out of your mouth anymore; thoughts were barely forming in that pretty head of yours.

Before placing a few more hickeys, he removes your hands and turns you around; you’re on all fours. He takes his hand, pushing your back down. “Arch your back for me.”

You comply and arch it as far as it could go: “There we go.” He coos as his hand stays on your back to keep the position.

His other hand grips your ass and thrusts roughly into you.

“FUCK!!” you say as your body is rocked and your head is pressed into the mattress.

He takes both your arms and crosses your wrists, slamming into you. The view was something else. Your head is pushing into the mattress at every stroke, and your mouth is open with drool leaking out every time he pounds into you.

“That’s a good girl; cum on this dick.”

You clench around him at his words, and you're gasping for air as you’re reaching your climax.

“Wa-… wait, please”.

Choso digs deep inside of you, going faster as your fingers move in his grip from all the pleasure.

"I thought..." he grunts out, slamming harder into you.

“You wanted this baby.” He says this, chuckling. Your eyes are rolled back as you’re drooling out for him.You’re not sure if you came already or are about to cum again, but you’re clenching around him again.

"Please, slow down.” You breathed out, and he slammed into you so hard and fast that you were sure you were going to fall.

You had no balance; your hands were behind your back as the side of your face was on the mattress.

“Mmm mm," he says, slapping your ass. You moan loudly from this cumming on his dick. He looks down at himself entering in and out of you, his dick glistening.

“woahhh you just squirted. Awe, you’re such a good slut.” He says as he admires his dick as he goes faster, his pace getting sloppier. His grip on your wrist gets tighter, and he leans over you, whispering in your ear.

“Be a good girl and cum with me.” Your breathing is getting heavier,and so is his; you’re slamming back into him as he does you.

the room filled with your skin slapping against his, “Right there, baby, keep going," he says, grunting in your ear.

He slams into you one last time before folding on top of you and releasing your wrists. Your arms slide off behind your back and down on the mattress.

After a couple of seconds, Choso gets up and removes the condom, tossing it in the trash. You’re still in the same position as earlier, still mind-fucked.

Your eyes were filled with white spots, and your vision was blurry. He gets off the bed, pulling your legs off the bed softly.

“Come on, y/n, are you okay?”

You cough and pick your body up. You sit up, looking down at Choso, who has his hands on your thighs, looking up at you with one ponytail and the other half disheveled.

"I'm okay," you say with a weak voice, smiling. He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist and tossing you over his shoulder.

“Wait! Wait!” you say, laughing as he walks you to the bathroom.

That was the best sex you’ve ever had.

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