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⋆˚꩜｡ today's special﹕ ragebait (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

© DOLCEMISU

[dolcemisu]

enjin is susceptible to your ragebait

“just say you hate me.”

enjin blinked in disbelief. “okay, when the hell did i say that? just because i didn’t let you pick the music this one time, i hate you?” he repeated to make sure he understood correctly.

you pretended to think about it. “hm, yeah. sounds about right.”

“i give you aux every other time.” he huffed. he lowered the volume and snuck another glance at you. you were pouting, arms crossed as you rest your head on the window. the act was somewhat convincing, your eyes looked sad as you looked out the window, mouth in a firm line. enjin frowned, now uneasy. maybe he shouldn’t have broken his streak of letting you pick the music. he didn’t want to upset you, even if it was over a nonissue such as this.

“okay fine. i guess you can pick the music.” he handed you the wire, other hand still on the steering wheel. your frown deepened and you didn’t take it from his hand. he sighed and put down his arm. the frustration he was feeling felt artificial. enjin felt ridiculous for being upset over a problem so minuscule. were you serious, or just fucking with him?

“what do you mean you ‘guess’ you can let me pick the music?” you asked, doing air quotes. you furrowed your eyebrows in fake concern. “what if this was a life or death situation? gun to my head, the suspect asks you ‘yes or no’ and you hit em with an ‘i guess.’” you scoffed. “wow my boyfriend just wants me to die in a ditch. can you believe that?! and the way we just started dating too. such a shame…”

enjin was at a loss of words. no matter what he tried, everything he said was thrown back right back in his face. almost immediately too. you were quick witted, able to work with any given situation. that’s one thing he loved that about you. you were brains just as much as you were beauty. he smiled to himself, chuckling softly.

you, on the other hand, were not pleased that he was no longer falling for your antics. in fact, you were offended that his initial reaction was to laugh right after you promoted him with your very serious, very important question. “what about me dying in a ditch is so funny?” you narrowed your eyes at the blonde man.

he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and started whistling. you titled your head at him in confusion. “enjin?”

instead of replying, he used his blinker and turned left. enjin never used his blinker. he was notorious for somehow being the worst driver on the road at all times: running lights, ignoring stop signs, and, occasionally, pedestrians… you name it. there’s an active bet at HQ on how many times he’s used his blinker in his lifetime. some have never even witnessed it before. enjin drove like a manic and it got on your nerves. you complained about it constantly. this, this was a sign he was getting back at you. ignoring you and randomly starting to use proper driving skills? who was this and what have they done to boyfriend?

“enjiiiinnnn,” you tried again. you were met with silence. it was defeating, other than the sound of him using his blinker to to turn again. though, luckily for you, you knew him very well.

“enjin! your brights are off!” you fake gasped.

“wha—” he immediately glanced down to check and see if they were switched on. the scowl on his face when he realized you deceived him made you giggle.

“very funny.” he said flatly.

“what kinda psycho has their high beams on at all times?” you deadpanned.

“i do,” he replied all matter-of-fact. “it announces my presence to others on the road. it’s quite effective actually. pretty hard to miss, especially at night.”

“yeah, it’s fantastic if you want to get flipped off,” you muttered under your breath. he rolled his eyes, but silently placed the aux wire in your lap. you grinned from ear to ear and squeezed his hand. “awww, i guess you don’t want me to die in the ditch.” you teased lightly, because of course you wouldn’t stop trolling your boyfriend even after he caved. grind never stops.

his large hand squeezed yours back. his eyes were still on the road, but you didn’t miss how he was grinning from ear to ear. you beamed at him and stroked his hand with your thumb gently.

“though, if you trick me like that again, i’m driving this car into a ditch.” he grumped.

[dolcemisu]

the video you sent to nanami that made him come home early from his work trip

nanami was a busy man. sometimes he had to be overseas for some time during the year. both of you hated being separated from each other for so long, so you had to get creative.

“your favorite,” you whispered. you did a 360 for the camera to show him the pretty lingerie that he loved so dearly. the lace set left little to no room for imagination, making it nanmi's guilty pleasure.

you crawled onto the bed, phone in hand, to show him exactly what he’s been missing out on. you positioned the camera to where you were fully in the frame before trailing your hand down to where you ached the most.

tugging lightly on your panties, you turned to the camera with a shy smile. “i miss you ken, so much that you have me doing things like this.” you ripped off your lace underwear like nanami has done a million times and dipped your hand in between your thighs. your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined it being his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit. you gasped softly as you pushed a finger in. your fingers were no where near as thick or as long as nanami's, but you had no choice but to make it work. you whined as you inserted a second finger into your tight cunt. you slowly fucked yourself with your fingers, occasionally glancing at the camera to make sure nanami could see how soaked you were for him. your slick glistened on your fingers. biting back a moan, you cupped your breast and twisted your hard nipples, losing yourself in the pleasure.

nanami's fingers were the only thing on your mind. you imagined how he’d tease you for a bit, slipping a finger in and out to see how you’d react. he’d kiss your cheek sweetly, tell you that you look beautiful, and go right back to teasing your entrance. a loud moan rippled out of you once you finally hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. your velvet walls clenched around your fingers, but you imagined they were his instead.

“kenn,” you whispered softly, sounding absolutely wrecked. “‘m close.” heat pooled in your stomach as you fucked yourself with your fingers. you trembled as you came, crying out his name as you arched into the pillow. a proxy got the job done, but it wasn’t the same as him.

you took a in a shaky breath and reached over beside you to grab a towel. you wiped your fingers on it and winked at the camera. “too bad you’re not here to taste it instead.” you stopped the recording, and rolled over. you were spent, it took you only a couple of minutes to fall asleep.

the following morning, nanami bursted through the front door. you froze, coffee mug still in hand, as you watched your husband stride towards you, a week early from his return date. he dropped his bags at the door and walked up to you.

“that video you sent me…” he trailed off. his pupils were blown out wide, hair mused, and tie undone. this was not the calm and conposed man you had married. this one was on a mission. a mission to make up for lost time, no matter what it took.

he cupped your face gently before kissing you hungrily. your knees went weak as he pulled you even closer to him. he pulled away and you gasped for air.

“kento…”

his eyes drank you in. you didn't fail to notice the tent in his hands, or the video that was playing on his phone...

“i came as soon as i could.”

[dolcemisu]

nerd!choso prefers studying in between your thighs

“are you sure you’re comfortable?” you glanced down at him, eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“yep,” choso replied. he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh and hummed softly. your fingers found their way in his hair and you tugged lightly. he groaned and turned his head to look up at you.

“i don’t see any textbooks,” you teased. his ears turned a bright red and he looked away.

“i’m doing the feynman technique, where i explain it to you.” he murmured.

“mkay, go ahead.”

he cleared his throat. “deoxygenated blood returns from the body through the superior and inferior vena cava. then, the blood enters the right atrium chamber.” he tapped your right thigh with his finger.

“mhm.”

“which acts as sort of a receiving holding tank.” his lips brushed your left thigh and you shifted slightly at his touch.

“i…see,” you replied absentmindedly.

choso started slowly peppering kisses up your thigh, “the blood passes through the tricuspid valve, which prevents it from flowing backward..” his thumb stroked your thigh softly as he walked you through it. “this is all blood flow to the lungs by the way.”

your mind was too far away to attempt to give more half assed responses of acknowledgment. your fingers were tangled in his chestnut hair, pulling lightly to egg him on, and he did. his soft lips traveled higher and higher. “right ventricle… pulmonary valve and artery.”

the air in your lungs thinned as he reached your panties. you held your breath as your boyfriend pressed a kiss to your clothed cunt. “pulmonary veins…” he trailed off. he lifted his head up to meet your eyes. his cheeks were rosy and his glasses were crooked. you smiled and reached forward to fix them. he stayed still and let you, leaning slightly into your touch.

once his glasses were on right, he moved back down the bed. you blinked at him in confusion, arms now by your sides.

“where was i? oh, the pulmonary veins. then there’s the left atrium, and the bicuspi—”

“cho.” you said firmly. he looked up at you again, this time with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“i read somewhere that physical touch helps keep the listener engaged. did my explanation make sense?” he tilted his head at you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“it was kinda distracting actually.”

“is that so?” he questioned, a playful smirk now on his lips. your boyfriend chuckled as you glared at him before rising up to kiss you. the kiss was slow and sweet. his hands traveled to your face, cupping it gently. he kissed you like you were a delicate flower that was to be treated with care. until it turned hungrier, with him pulling you close, kissing you like he was trying to steal your breath away. and maybe he was. with the way his fingers traveled back down to where you ached the most and the gasp you let out that stunned you briefly, you were sure this was apart of his plan all along.

“so soaked,” he hummed, dipping his hand in your panties. he coated his fingers with your slick. you shivered at his touch and whispered his name.

“cho...”

he shot you a confused look, all innocent like. “hm?” he inserted a finger inside your tight cunt and you whined softly. wasting no time, he inserted another and slowly started moving them. your walls fluttered around his fingers as he fingered you. you gripped his shoulder, blinded by the pleasure, moaning his name. his long fingers reached deep inside, nudging that spongy spot. his fingers and his hand were now covered in your slick, but he didn’t seem to care. choso’s focus appeared to be testing how much you’ll react at his touch. you were squirming, but it wasn’t enough for his liking. he curled his fingers and another moan rippled out of you. pressing a kiss to your collarbone, he coaxed you to let go for him.

“come for me…please. i did a good job studying today,” he pleaded. “recited it all from memory—well almost. we got a little bit distracted…” he trailed off and curled his fingers once more, a small smile forming as you bucked your hips up. “i wanna taste you.”

you shattered at his confession, clenching around his fingers and crying out his name. he kissed your cheek as you came down from your high. mind still hazy, you palmed the tent in his pants. his eyes, dark with lust, eyed your top. the two of you stripped before you found yourself completely underneath him.

choso pumped his shaft and teased your entrance with his tip, coating it with your slick. your name escaped his lips as he finally slipped inside of you. choso was thick, splitting you open more and more as you took each inch of him. once he fully bottomed out, his resolve dissolved, and he buried his face in your neck, groaning your name.

“shit. you’re so t-tight,” he whimpered into your skin. he twitched inside of you and your walls hugged him back tightly. “mmm, you feel so good cho,” you whispered back. he kissed your collarbone with a lazy grin. “let me know when it’s okay to move, y-yeah?”

you nodded. gripping his bicep, you cupped his cheek. “ready.”

with one last kiss to your cheek, choso slowly started to move inside you. each stroke left you trembling. your nerdy boyfriend made love, but still found a way to absolutely ruin you in the process. “you look so gorgeous, taking me like this. you’re doing do well.” his praise made you whine softly. arching your back, you moved to meet him each time he moved his hips. the drag of his cock along your walls caused you to curse under your breath, face contorting in pleasure.

you could feel the heat building in your stomach. his thick cock stretched you out, bullying your gummy walls. he was deep—the head of his cock kissing your cervix every time he slipped back inside. your wetness coated his shaft as you tight cunt tried to suck him in. choso was a wreck above you, whining your name, hips stuttering after each thrust. every broken cry signaled that he was close, you could tell.

“need to feel you squeezing around me. please.” bringing his thumb to your clit, he rubbed gentle circles to bring you to the edge. “fuck, choso, i’m close.”

“i know, me too, i wanna come with you.” his thrusts were much more sloppier now. he was barely hanging on. the lethal grip on his arm wasn’t enough to ground you when you finally reached the edge. it blinded you, back arching as you milked him dry. he followed soon after, thick ropes of come spilling deep inside of your pussy. the broken moan he let out made you clenched around him, pushed him to overstimulation. soon, your boyfriend was a withering, whimpering mess. he collapsed on the bed beside you with a soft thud

your chest heaved as you caught your breath, still coming down from the high. you lazily swung a leg over choso and snuggled in closer with him. he inched closer as well and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as the two of you settled down.

“you did so well, im so proud of you. i’ll clean you up once you relax for a second.”

“i’m so lucky to call you mine and be yours. thank you for taking chance on me.”

and of course:

“if i had known we were going to do something more hands on, i’d have been more prepared.”

whatever that meant.

[dolcemisu]

frat!kuna likes to fluster his shy tutor !

“so that’s our answer?” sukuna asked. he didn’t understand why he had to basically beat around the bush just to find the correct answer. math was beneath him.

“not quite… we’re almost there,” you said, trying to keep your voice upbeat. he’d gotten all the questions wrong on the same topic, so you didn’t want to discourage him. plus, the allotted time for tutoring sessions ended in—you glanced at the clock—around ten minutes. maybe only a miracle could help him.

sukuna groaned softly, dragging his hands down his face. “does any of this make sense to you? it’s idiotic.” he gestured to all the work on the page with his hand.

you blinked at him, trying to not let your face falter, but it was hard with the way his eyes bore into yours. you quickly looked away and cleared your throat. “we’re almost there.” you glanced the clock again before grabbing your pencil again. “now, do you remember what to do…here?” you tapped the tip of your pencil where he left off. he frowned at the page and grunted.

“i can’t even see from over here,” he complained. he moved his chair closer to you, scooting over to the point where your arms were touching. now, you were painfully aware of his presence. your heart stopped as he leaned in even closer to see where you were pointing. the smell of his cologne wafted through the air. to your surprise, he smelled good. you thought frat guys hardly showered. sukuna smelled fresh and clean in a way that was oddly comforting.

sukuna smirked, realizing he had thrown you off track. “you were saying?” he asked, not even trying to hide his amusement. you cleared your throat. where were you again? your mind blanked as the numbers stared back at you.

“you alright?” his voice was practically in your ear.

you nodded, swallowing hard. the way your heart pounded frustrated you. you only had a few minutes left to make sure he left the session understanding the content. yet, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t think straight.

“i think we were here,” he leaned in and pointed on the page. the way you froze as he inched closer didn’t go unnoticed by him. you nodded frantically and put your head down, writing frantically.

“woah woah, slow down. geez, i’m struggling here, remember?” he chuckled as your hand slowly came to a stop. you lifted your head up, ashamed you’d left your mentee behind in the dust.

“i’m so sorry, i have no idea what’s going on with me today.”

“i think i might have an idea of what it might be.” he grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

your heart dropped to your stomach. he couldn’t know—could he? were you that obvious?

“i am so sorry. i promise it’s not like that at all. i’m just not used to being super close to people during sessions—or like, ever—so that’s my fault for not being as focused as i typic—”

“woah, slow down. i meant the way you kept checking the clock. you got somewhere to be?” he tilted his head slightly and studied you. “boyfriend?”

“what? no! i uhm—” you stammered. you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. somehow, within the span of thirty seconds, you exposed yourself to your cute classmate under little to no pressure from him. that had to be a new world record.

he grinned at you. “okay good, i’m glad to hear that. now, can we please finish the problem?”

“of course we can and—wait what?”

sukuna checked the time on his phone. “shit, looks like we’re out of time. same time next week?” he raised an eyebrow at you. you could only nod and watch as he gathered his things. he waved goodbye before walking out of the library. you slumped your head on your textbook and let out a frustrated sigh. now you had to spend the next week trying to figure out how to wipe someone’s memory. starting off with your own.

[dolcemisu]

frat!gojo && his horrific skincare routine

"dish soap?!?" you gasped, horrified. you and satoru had started dating not too long ago, and this was your first time sleeping over. to your surprise, the secret behind his unfairly flawless skin was using dawn dish soap. your eyes darted between the bottle in his hand and his confused face. there was no way.

"yeah, it's pret-ty cheap and effective." he rubbed some more into his face. "see?" he wiped away the soap to reveal his porcelain skin. the scowl on your face only grew more as you practically seethed with jealousy. you didn't have an extensive ten-step skincare, but it wasn't as simple as dish detergent.

"not even moisturizer?" you raised an eyebrow at him. you wracked your head for possible subtitles for normal moisturizer that he might be using. body lotion? hm...too on the nose. vaseline? no...that would be obvious. knowing him, he'd probably apply way too much look like someone poured lube or baby oil all over his face.

he watched you silently, mouth slowly curving into a smirk. "you stress wayy too much. wasting money on all these fancy products when you can do it on a budget. quick in and out, trust. you're missing out." he leaned in and you shoved him playfully.

"just tell me what it is!"

"nuh uh." he chuckled, turning back to the sink.

you groaned softly. curiosity killed the cat, yes, but you had to know. you snuck behind him and opened the cabinet below him. ironically, it was filled with products, restocks of his toothpaste, body wash, the soap, shaving cream and more. you scanned them quickly before shooting him a confused look.

"i don't see it..."

he bent down and checked where you were looking. "huh? you're looking right at it." he rummaged around it, tongue stuck out like a cartoon character, before pulling out a bottle. the label was missing, but it didn't take a genius to know what it was.

"...shaving cream?"

"oh yeah," he replied, dead serious, "it works wonders. has a nice soothing effect too!"

honestly, you were speechless. this had to be, hands down, the most blonde you're boyfriend has ever been. and somehow, it worked in his favor.

"only $2.99. well, now it's like $3.50... recession indicator and what not." he waved his hand dismissively. "still super duper cheap. just lather some on, let it sit, then boom! perfect skin."

"wow." was all you could manage. you blinked at him and searched his face for any sign he was joking. there wasn't any. in fact, he looked proud.

he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. a hint of lemon hit your nose. you frowned immediately and turned to him.

"there should be a tlc show for people like you," you shook your head in disbelief. "i'm truly at a loss of words."

"of course sweets." the idiot thinks you're thanking him for putting you onto his bizarre routine. this was enough to give a derm a heart attack. but nonetheless, your boyfriend somehow made it work. "you're so welcome."

the next hour was spent convincing him that he was an anomaly and his method would definitely not work on you.