after about an hour days of begging, satoru finally complied.
he would let you watch him jack off.
it didn’t take too much to convince him, as he usually finds your “sick fantasies” amusing arousing.
so here you are, sitting on the bed, across from him. he has his usual smug expression on, one that’s drastically different from your wide-eyed stare.
“you wanna watch, baby? wanna see what I do when I’m missing you?” he taunts, whilst his hand travels beneath the fabric of his boxers. nodding your head, you practically drool at the sight — which just seems to fuel his ego even more, if possible.
with a groan he starts with the head, before moving down to stroke his whole length. he sighs, soft moans leaving his mouth as he rests against the bed frame.
if you were gonna watch, he sure as hell was gonna perform.
his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, before opening them to the sight of you with your hand down your own pants.
the smirk on his face turns into a look of disapproval, he stops.
you stop too, guilty.
“did I say you could touch yourself?” he practically groans, reaching over to slap your wrist away. shunned, your gaze falls to the sheets beneath you, shaking your head.
“try again” he snaps, brows still furrowed in disappointment.
“n-no, I’m sorry” you whimper, placing your hands on your lap to remain composed.
“good puppy” he smirks once more, “sit on your hands if you really can’t control yourself.”
satoru starts again, licking his lips as he watches you suffer. he can’t help it, it really gets him off. seeing you shudder as he speeds up, craving any form of pleasure, is really going to send him over the edge.
“pretty puppy” he mumbles, getting closer and closer as he keeps his eyes locked onto you. the things he imagines doing to you… from stuffing your mouth full to making you cum until you cry.
that would have to come later, though.
he finds the perfect pace and you watch in awe, unable to get enough of the show. his eyes shut once more and he curses under his breath, a perfect picture of you shaking underneath him painted in his mind.
your heart pounds in your chest, watching the sticky white liquid travel down his shaft. the sight makes your brain short-circuit, but you’re sure to stay still, in hopes of a reward.
he chuckles when he sees your face, and wastes no time gathering some of his cum onto pointer and middle finger. “want a taste?”
before you can properly respond, his fingers are being pushed into your mouth. you’re quick to nurse them, mumbling a little “thank you” as you do so.
he pulls them out once he’s satisfied, smearing the saliva on your cheek.
“been so good for me, huh? been such a good puppy?”
“uh-huh” you inch closer, your desperation clear.
“yeah, baby?” a kiss is planted on your cheek, “then I’ll give you what you deserve.”
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after about an hour days of begging, satoru finally complied.
he would let you watch him jack off.
it didn’t take too much to convince him, as he usually finds your “sick fantasies” amusing arousing.
so here you are, sitting on the bed, across from him. he has his usual smug expression on, one that’s drastically different from your wide-eyed stare.
“you wanna watch, baby? wanna see what I do when I’m missing you?” he taunts, whilst his hand travels beneath the fabric of his boxers. nodding your head, you practically drool at the sight — which just seems to fuel his ego even more, if possible.
with a groan he starts with the head, before moving down to stroke his whole length. he sighs, soft moans leaving his mouth as he rests against the bed frame.
if you were gonna watch, he sure as hell was gonna perform.
his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment, before opening them to the sight of you with your hand down your own pants.
the smirk on his face turns into a look of disapproval, he stops.
you stop too, guilty.
“did I say you could touch yourself?” he practically groans, reaching over to slap your wrist away. shunned, your gaze falls to the sheets beneath you, shaking your head.
“try again” he snaps, brows still furrowed in disappointment.
“n-no, I’m sorry” you whimper, placing your hands on your lap to remain composed.
“good puppy” he smirks once more, “sit on your hands if you really can’t control yourself.”
satoru starts again, licking his lips as he watches you suffer. he can’t help it, it really gets him off. seeing you shudder as he speeds up, craving any form of pleasure, is really going to send him over the edge.
“pretty puppy” he mumbles, getting closer and closer as he keeps his eyes locked onto you. the things he imagines doing to you… from stuffing your mouth full to making you cum until you cry.
that would have to come later, though.
he finds the perfect pace and you watch in awe, unable to get enough of the show. his eyes shut once more and he curses under his breath, a perfect picture of you shaking underneath him painted in his mind.
your heart pounds in your chest, watching the sticky white liquid travel down his shaft. the sight makes your brain short-circuit, but you’re sure to stay still, in hopes of a reward.
he chuckles when he sees your face, and wastes no time gathering some of his cum onto his pointer and middle finger. “want a taste?”
before you can properly respond, his fingers are being pushed into your mouth. you’re quick to nurse them, mumbling a little “thank you” as you do so.
he pulls them out once he’s satisfied, smearing the saliva on your cheek.
“been so good for me, huh? been such a good puppy?”
“uh-huh” you inch closer, your desperation clear.
“yeah, baby?” a kiss is planted on your cheek, “then I’ll give you what you deserve.”
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at-home boudoir photoshoot with older!nanami (suggestive, based off this poll)
here you were, sat on the bed exactly how kento wanted you to be.
you rest on the insides of your thighs, knees flat and pointed outward on the sheets, hands poised demurely on the tops of your thighs— but your gaze still wandered along the subtle ripples of the bedsheets, daring not to look at him.
behind that vintage leica m3 was your doting husband, and it was your idea to have this boudoir photoshoot together.
you even picked out your lingerie, choosing a classy black lace set and simple sheer black stockings he gifted you on your birthday!
regardless, it seems that a small sense of hesitancy and constraint has caught up to you.
“it’s still me, my love. there's no need to be shy.” nanami reassures after noticing your discomfort. his tone just as soft as the sunlight brushing your exposed skin.
you noted to yourself that this is the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him: glasses pushed up into his disheveled hair, a soft crease between his brows, paired with one eye closed as the other peers through the camera’s viewfinder.
“…i don’t know if this’ll look good, ken…” you murmur, nervously toying with the frilly lace choker wrapped around your neck. “are you sure about this lighting?”
“yes, i’m very sure. you look radiant in natural light. perfect, love.” click!
“but does the light even matter? the photos will come out in black and white anyway…” you reply dejectedly.
“black and white leaves the possibility of choice, my love. color is merely but a distraction,” nanami declares profoundly behind the lens.
“in a way….it leaves more room for the imagination. and by that....well, that is what makes this erotic.”
click!
you were so over it.
when that didn’t comfort you, nanami let out a sigh, lowering the camera slightly to see you in color. “you can drop your shoulders slightly, sweetheart.” he chides, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. “relax…there is need to pose for me. you’re already my muse.”
you could’ve sworn it was the sun rays heating your cheeks, but something about that loosened the tension in your brow, daring you to look up at him and into the camera’s aperture. you sat up straighter, chest pushed out a little more, with your head tilted just slightly.
“stay right there, love. do not move.”
a click of the shutter was followed by a proud smile.
and there it was, the decisive moment.
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true form!sukuna x (annoying) concubine!reader (crack)
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your head dropped down to stare at his happy trail. sukuna was fresh out of the hot springs from a lovely bath (still dripping) with a towel wrapped around his hips. His muscular form was well on display for you, a you stood in front of him, very contemplative. hand on your chin and all.
“what.” he deadpanned, knowing that there was some bullshit cooking up in that brain of yours….or at least what was left of it, he thought. his belly mouth had its lips parted and panting from the prior steam.
“so would your hair down there be a beard or still be a happy trail? wait- maybe not a beard per say, more like a goatee, right?” you craned your head back to stare up at him expectantly.
he blinked. sighed even. the mouth shut immediately.
“you know….because you have a mouth on your stomach.” you said like it was the most obvious thing ever, which it kind of was. before you knew it, one of his four hands reached down, placed itself flat onto the top of your head and over your eyes to move you aside so he could step inside.
“it looks good though! do keep it as it is, kuna.” a tired groan could be heard from deep inside.
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it was midday now, you two had decided to share some sencha together. initially you were sat across from sukuna, but you being the lovely way that you are, had made you way to perch yourself right next to him. sukuna refrained from making any offhand comments.
he felt a hand nudge the closed lips on his stomach.
“what do you think you’re doing.” his voice boomed, monotone.
your hands froze where they were, you expression dropping just slightly like a misbehaving pup. you had a teacup in each hand filled to the brim.
“the rest of you is missing out on this brew. you seem to like it. wanted to give it some love too.” you spoke honestly, going back to coaxing the lips open.
“why are you so….strange. you weren’t like this when i picked you.”
you shrugged. “you just didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, huh.”
his two sets of eyes narrowed down at you, and reluctantly, the mouth finally parted its lips, revealing that giant tongue and those fearsome canines. you beamed, eagerly leaning over to pour each teacup one by one with the soothing blend.
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it was time to wind down for the night and sukuna had you in his chambers for today. you laid there, silken robes strewn about across the futon, yet content with each other. He had an arm draped around your shoulders, mindlessly playing with your hair, focused on how it coiled around his finger.
meanwhile, you had inevitably found yourself toying with his lower half.
the mouth is now half-open, a rare occurrence that only ever happens after intimacy when he’s relaxed, you’ve noticed. taking full advantage of this incredible opportunity, you daringly reach inside the mouth, poking around his razor-sharp teeth, patting his cheeks (?), and squishing his wet, drooling tongue. in the corner of your eye, you looked up at him to see if was annoyed at all.
huh. he seems pretty….content? wow. i’m good at what I do what can i say. you smirked to yourself before turning back to poke around. in. out. in. out. heh. in-
CHOMP.
you yelp, instantly retracting your precious hand, glaring up at sukuna, only to hear the man rumbling with laughter. both mouths stretched out into wicked grins, taunting and teasing you.
choso cries when he puts it in! (sub top!chocho) ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )
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“b-baby- haah- i— i just- hnngh!” choso whimpered out pathetically. his shaky, sweaty arms barely able to hold himself up as he hovered above you. he’s been like this for five minutes now, simply nudging and gently thrusting his tip against your sopping pussy and clit. “she’s just- ah- taunting me, angel...” his voice cracked in the cutest and most depraved way possible.
“choso, baby….we haven’t even put it in yet…” you cooed with a hand stroking his cheek, a bit concerned now, given how flushed his cheeks were.
choso leaned into your touch, glossy lips parted just enough for you to feel the humid air breathe against the palm of your hand. “i-i know. y’er- aah f-fuck! your pussy’s just so good to me…..too good, hnngh…”
luckily enough, you were just as depraved as him. you let him falter for far too long and you’re far too empty to be left like this, right? so, to his utter shock and surprise, you naughtily wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer into you.
choso mewled out. mewled. back even arched like a dirty little alley cat. his hands scrambled to grab onto something, anything: your biceps, your breasts, until they rested on your sides. A few seconds passed, choso still frozen above you.
“baby…? everything okay….?” you asked, starting to spiral that you had accidentally gone too far.
drip…drip…. a few rivulets of water trickled down your chest, cooling in comparison to the warmth of your skin.
your heart dropped, hands shooting up to push back some of his dangling sweat streaked hair. “ch-choso baby…?! what’s……wrong?”
oh I see. your eyes were met with the most wretched, pitiful, and glossy doe eyes that were choso’s. thick and heavy tears were welled up along his waterline, eyeliner dripping down his cheeks and looking utterly wrecked by you; his religion. his lower lip quivered, barely able to get a breath in.
“it hurts,” he whined. your eyes immediately widened, both hands cupping his cheeks. “it hurts how much I love you, angel- f-fuck!” you’ll never know what else he was going to say, as your legs tightened around him, forcing him to fully bottom out. it was your turn to whimper, having never felt this full and for his tip to fully kiss your cervix.
“you’re so dramatic, baby…” you chided with a loving chuckle, hand running through his hair. choso simply dropped his head onto your chest in response, letting out a long drawn out whine.
it's safe to say, your boyfriend is completely done for.
toji's so pussywhipped he wants to marry you! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
18+ mdni! based on this req
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what’s gotten into him? i mean, it’s been hours and he can’t seem to pull out away.
“c’mon princess, keep those eyes open for me.” he groaned above you, rutting into you with smooth, long, and languid strokes.
you’d never heard him so desperate before, and right now, I don’t think you could even process that.
it’s been hours, a blur of positions, and countless creampies. right now, he’s got you on your side with your thigh wrapping around the front of his waist. god, could he even be any deeper?
yes. yes he can.
“‘ji...ngh…i can’t anymore..hic! t-too s-sensitive now…” you practically pawed at him, leg flailing briefly before his veiny, deft hand wrapped around the meat of your thigh. flawlessly, toji hoists your leg further up to rest on his shoulder, his wide tip kissing your womb over and over.
“aww, but pussy’s telling me otherwise, princess. she wants it deeper ’n harder, right? right, princess?” he mocked, his tone pitched up to a teasing lilt, while briefly speaking to your throbbing and gushy pussy. he stared down at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his scarred lip as he purposely leaned down closer to you, to angle to hips better. he groans like a bitch and you can’t get enough.
“fuck. look up at me baby? eyes on mine c’mon, yes, look- there’s my pretty girl. hi baby.” he chuckled deeply, head tilting to the side, lips barely brushing yours to tease.
"haah... still so fuckin tight, princess.” toji rasped, completely arched over you, sweaty forehead resting on yours. both of your legs were now thrown over his shoulders and bent into a mean mating press. your mind was too mushy to realize this change in position, each thrust pushing all other thoughts out of your silly cockdrunk mind.
he tried to keep a steady pace, he really did. but by god how your walls fluttered and pulsed around him was trap he had no desire of escaping.
it wasn't enough to just be inside you anymore. he needed something permanent.
his hips began to stutter.
“fuck, baby…” he managed to pant out, uttering a desperate and breathless laugh. his gaze dropped down to your hands clawing at his biceps, branding his skin with your nails.
"pussy so good, gonna put a ring on your finger, doll.” he panted out breathlessly, just barely falling off the tip of his tongue as his thrusts increased in speed and rhythm. “i mean it, princess.”
your chest heaved, a breathless gasp caught in the back of your throat, eyes widening and watering. your cheeks grew even hotter and burned a cute crimson as your walls convulsed around his girth, so tight, that toji whined. you buried your face into the pillow whimpering out a broken, pathetic sound as a slick thread of saliva dribbled down your chin.
toji smirked, chuckling beneath his breath. “fuuuuck yeah you want that too, don’t you, princess?"
toji’s hand slithered from your collarbone, over your breast, alllll the way down to your lower belly. his palm slowly pressed down on your tummy, forcing you to feel the bulge of his cock...as if you hadn’t already.
“you want everyone to know you belong to a piece of shit like me, huh?” he taunted, getting off on the self-degradation.
"show me how bad you want that ring, ma. milk me for it. i know you can clench harder f’me- yeaahh...there you go, f-fuck…” he threw his head back and closed his eyes shut, his scarred lip twitching as he started driving into you wildly.
“yeahhh….my girl wants me to lock her down and make her stay with me forever, huh? maybe even put a baby in you if you’re that much of a slut.”
"'t-toji please....please i-i want it!" you begged, arms wrapped around him and clinging onto his back.
that's all he needed to hear. he let out a breathy, ruined laugh against your lips, finally claiming them in a messy kiss. with one last push, toji let out a pathetic, strained whine as he poured another heavy creampie into you. he now hunched over you, panting in tandem and into your hair, his heaving chest mirroring yours. his hand came up to cup your jaw lovingly, thumb wiping the drool from your lip with a certain gentleness that proved his devotion.
it was true- you had him in the palm of your hand. and judging by the desperate look in his eyes, he was already planning the ring to match.
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fluffy olderbf!nanami (semi-geeky-nerdy-awkward nanami if you squint, suggestive at the end)
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"kentooo? where did you put my……oh." you stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway, incredibly cartoonish in nature. total deer in headlights.
that was the first time you saw them.
that slutty little pair of grandpa-lookin ass reading glasses. they were a silvery, rectangular, thinly-wired framed pair that sat so perfectly on the middle of his nose bridge. sure, you’d seen him wear his circular, steampunk-esque glasses, but you saw those nearly everyday.
boooo, boring.
but these….
you were so hypnotized by his dashing, domestic appearance, his blonde hair down and no longer gelled, all while wearing the adorable baby blue pinstripe pajamas you gifted him for his birthday. you’ve never been more flustered.
similar to you, he was just as engrossed by a hardcover, special edition of the utterly riveting novel, the scarlet letter, paying no mind to you at first. he sat by the end of the couch, reclining and simply minding his business as he attempted the art of relaxation to combat working overtime.
despite the spectacles, you couldn't help but notice the tiny lines between his brows while reading. oh how you started to salivate at the sight, body temp heating up and-
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"you're ogling me again, sweetheart. what is it now?" he asked, monotone yet endearingly, flipping to the next page.
you hadn't realized that you had inched your way over to him behind the couch, nearly breathing down his neck like a wide-eyed, dogged dragon. at least that's what nanami compared you to in his mind.
adorable. he let out a huff, finally quirking his head slightly to the side to peer at you in the corner of his eyes.
your face immediately flushed, the shade of your cheeks nearly matching the title of his book.
"i- uhh..i- wha-" you stood straight and backed away from the couch.
you clear your throat weakly.
“are those…new, ken?” you muttered in wonder, trying to place your words correctly.
nanami simply hummed and adjusted the frames, pushing them back on his nose bridge with his pointer. “no. they’re quite old actually, but the optometrist informed me that my vision has simply worsened.”
“that’s so sexy…” you say mindlessly in awe.
he lifted a brow. fuck. inside thought.
"well, i mean, I’m not saying that- I don’t mean to-“ you sigh exasperatedly, frustrated with yourself, and coming around the couch to plop down next to him. "you just look so...handsome, ken. my head is hurting and I actively feel my blood pressure rising from how horny i now am-“ you began to ramble once more, uttering pure word vomit before coming to a sharp halt upon hearing his husky chuckle, his frames now slightly slanted from smiling.
"whatever you say, my love." he reassured, before leaning in to press a kiss to you temple.
over time, things just got worse for you.
they began to spawn everywhere. they were on while cooking dinner, folding laundry, repotting the plants, etc.
and, well…
“kento, please, i need you so badly, baby-“ “sweetheart, i still have check my inbox- mmh!" your lips crashed into and devoured his, trying to silence and distract him from his work. you were currently straddling his lap on the chair in his study, computer still open and pinging.
nanami attempted to break away and reach around you to type, but you were faster, shutting the laptop before reaching down to slip a hand into his slacks. nanami took in a sharp breath, squeezed your sides, and gazed up at you with slightly knitted brows, wet lips, and eyes narrow behind those damned silver frames.
his hands aimlessly roamed your waist and trailed up your ribs, thumbs grazing the underside of your breasts gently beneath your nightdress.
you gave him a pleading look, lips bitten and rosy. oh how that look got him every time. finally, nanami gave in, letting out a heavy huff and sat up straighter, one of his hands splayed on your back to steady you too. leaning down, he captured your lips once more, fervent and passionate, all tongue and hot breath.
your noses kept brushing, his frames nudging your face slightly. thoroughly annoyed by that, nanami broke away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connected to your lips. panting, you gazed up at him as his reached up to hastily tear away his glasses.
but you grasped his wrist to stop him. his eyes widened.
“keep them on. you wanna see all of me, no?” you cooed into his ear. nanami gave you a sly, knowing smile, and let his hand fall back onto your waist, suddenly lifting you as he stood, then placing you carefully onto the edge of his desk.
he lowered himself onto his knees, nudging yours apart with utter grace and care.
“then come closer, my love. let me have a better look, hm?"
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18+ mdni! (light fluff in the beginning, oral f!receiving, p in v, slight breath play, gentle dom!choso)
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it started off innocent, really.
the first time he noticed your habit was when you were toying around with those brown, gritty, compostable straws longer than usual. as part of your daily routine, you two had gone out for morning coffee before you truly started the day.
now, back at home, choso stood in front of the bathroom mirror, twisting the charcoal eyeliner inside the tiny sharpener with the utmost care. he raised the newly sharpened pencil up to his eye, leaning in closer with raised brows, but immediately froze upon spotting you perched on the edge of the bed.
the iced mocha was long gone, only ice left inside. you were mindlessly nibbling on the tip of the straw while trying to suck out the last remaining sips of the immensely diluted coffee.
choso's mind broke a little, given that his cheeks were painted red and the tips of his ears were sprinkled pink.
then there were those other times, when you're nervously biting your bottom lip, your inner cheek, or when extremely concentrated on something.
"no, smokey will fall off if I put him there, cho. it has to be perfect." you scolded with a huff, arms crossing while you sucked your lip in just a bit. you consulted your boyfriend on how to perfectly order your plushies on your bed, though you had politely declined each of his suggestions.
oh, how choso was bewitched.
he watched you shamelessly, every time. i mean, it's gotten to a point where he does it himself now. like a precious little puppy, he sees you do it and then mimics you, as if he were checking that he was doing it all correctly.
and of course, he's now learned to do it to you.
"c-cho!! no, n-not there again- please...! haah- hngh!" you squealed, now splayed out before him on your plushie-infested bed while his tongue and lips worked relentlessly on your wet clit.
they were soft suckles, rhythmic and steady, the tip of his tongue flicking up and down between puckered lips. he rested his cheek on your plush thigh, sighing contentedly into your weeping pussy.
so, you would think this would be soothing, right? but the thing is, he's been teasing you like this for so long, mouth working so hard and for his own pleasure at this point.
you reached down to try and pry him off, pleading with him through wanton cries.
"please, choso baby...no more..." you begged in that saccharine tone of yours.
as if awakened from a trance, his eyebrows raised and eyes fluttered open to gaze up at you. he reluctantly released you from his mouth before going in to press one last kiss to your sensitive clit, earning a small yelp from you. choso chuckled at that, the fleeting puff of heat from his breath making you clench around nothing while watching him kiss his way up your body.
"m'sorry angel..." peck "can't help myself. you know how i am." he admitted in that husky tone, lips still glossy from your mess.
"my turn, cho...i wanna suck too..." you whined breathlessly, trying to reach down for his cock. choso stops you midway and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth with a widened smile.
"not yet. later baby, when we're done, yeah? you'll clean me off, how's that?" he purred in that velvety, mock sympathetic tone.
he lined himself up at your entrance, sliding his hands down your thighs to subtly coax them to wrap around his waist. soft, little nudges elicited short and high moans of his name, your nails soft hands prying at his biceps. choso eases himself inside, his hands sliding up to hold you reverently, his calloused palms grazing your skin yet grounding, rested right beneath your chest; grazing your ribs like you were something to be worshipped.
"easy, easy baby...don't wanna have to quiet you, right angel?" he teased, lips grazing yours as his thumb danced across your bottom lip. your tongue made a feeble attempt to take it into your mouth but he was quick to pull away, laughing at your desperation and punctuating his gentle mockery with a deeeeep thrust.
oh how your moans poured out past your lips, ringing right into choso's ear.
"there's my good girl, that's what i thought."
he quickly leaned down to reciprocate the pleasure by nipping your bottom lip then moving to the tips of your ear, groaning softly in that stifled and strained voice of his that made you gush. he then kissed the spot to soothe it and moved down to that space just below your ear, biting lightly and sucking as he started his long, languid thrusts.
your mind is mush: mouth agape and never silent with your hands reaching up to toy and let his hair loose. his head dipped down and his lips wrapped around a pert nipple, probing and tonguing at it like a man starved.
he can't stop. he needs his mouth on you to keep himself tethered to reality. to you.
i think that boy is addicted.
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your boyfriend kento’s patience is something that can’t be easily overcome. even when you open your mouth to spew nonsense collected from your doomscrolling sessions.
really, he should be used to it by now — and part of him is — but he sometimes finds himself in a state of utter confusion when you… speak?
it’s always unexpected, too.
you both are standing in the kitchen, kento pestering you about drinking more water.
“honey, please, i don’t want you to be dehydrated” he mutters, pouring you a glass.
“son im crine.”
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“excuse me?”
that’s a pretty tame example, though.
you both are walking down the stairs, and your darling boyfriend accidentally trips a little.
you sigh, “so much aura loss.”
he blankly stares at you, watching as you continue to walk down the stairs without a second thought.
“i nearly fell.”
“ok, king.”
he’s trying to have a normal conversation with you.
“are you hungry, my love?”
“lowkenuienlly.”
he just sighs and says: “im not sure what that means.”
but what really threw him off is when you were texting.
it was innocent, at first, you missed kento while he was at work! so, you asked for a selfie of your pretty lover.
“can u send a pic i miss u so muchhhhh.”
“Of course, sweetheart.”
instead of responding normally to his very cute picture, you say:
“GIVE ME THAT DICK😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭IM FUCKING HORNYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I MEAN HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭GET ME MY FUCKING PLATEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭”
you can only imagine the disturbed look on his face when he reads your text, how amusing it must be.
ten minutes pass before he finally responds:
“I regret texting you during a meeting.”
nonetheless, he tries to adapt to your strange lingo!
“you look cooked.” he says playfully, meaning to compliment you.
“excuse me? you think i look cooked?” you gasp, shaking your head in disbelief.
“what, isn’t that a good thing? you said earlier you "cooked" with your makeup—“ he tries to defend his case, genuinely confused.
“no, ken, you don’t say i LOOK cooked you could say—“
you sigh, shaking your head again at your seemingly defeated boyfriend.
“just forget it.”
you walk away, mumbling under your breath:
“unc.”
don’t worry, kento will get it eventually… hopefully…
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･ papa!choso pt. 2! read pt. 1 here
the whole family was up and getting ready for the day. luckily, no one was running late this time.
your little girl toddled her way up and over each stair to reach you and choso's bedroom, red leather backpack dragging behind and bumping each step- her prized badtz-maru plush keychain jangling as she goes up.
she wordlessly entered your shared room, looking around to find no one in bed. she frowned and made her way to your bathroom.
knock knock...
choso's hands are frozen to his cheeks, hair back in a headband while he was in the middle of applying cream, and you, brushing your teeth. you two exchange glances and finally walk over to push open the ajar door.
your head moves downward as your gaze lands on a half-awake four-year old, backpack strap in hand, with squinted eyes.
without a word, the little girl lets go of her bag and walks into the cramped bathroom. she walks past you two without a care, mumbling a soft 'g'morning,' and clambers onto the closed toilet seat. she sat there quietly, yet expectantly.
"morning, sweetness. did you sleep okay?" choso asks as he continues his facial routine.
"mhm." she answers plainly, her legs hanging and swaying off the seat.
"is your backpack ready for today? are you dressed?" you asked from your bedroom as you fixed your work bag.
"yes, mama."
she observes her parents as they continue with their morning routine. you come back into the bathroom, dressed and ready for the day and spot her sleepy, radiating confidence. you ruffled her hair and chuckled softly, before turning to choso and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"i'm going to head out now. don't forget to make her lunch, cho. sweetness, i made you onigiri for breakfast. your favorite." you lean down to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. the little girl beams and says thank you.
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a few minutes pass after you leave and choso's almost ready to leave. all he has to do it fix his hair.
he's standing in front of the mirror, parting his hair into two even groups, one hair tie on his right wrist, the other perfectly perched between his lips. he raises both hands, tying up the right side first with practiced ease.
little did he know, he had a little observer.
"papa can you do my hair, please?" she suddenly inquires.
he turns his head slightly and raises a brow, smiling.
"of course, papa's almost done." he said, voice muffled a bit, given the hair tie between his lips.
"okay..."
a minute passes and choso moves over to the toilet, bending down to pick up your daughter, secure in his big arms, and brings her over to the bed. she voluntarily plops onto the bed and sits facing away from him, readying herself to be glamorized!
"sweets, how do you want your hair? in a ponytail, buns, or pigtails?" he asks mindlessly as he brushes through her mane of hair.
"like papa's."
oh. oh my god.
"is that what you want, sweets? to look like papa?"
"mhm! yup. i wanna look just like him. i'm gonna close my eyes so it's a surprise, papa."
"oh...okay then....!" he chuckles breathlessly.
oh how he was trying so hard not to be emotional. the signature pout of his creeping onto his face.
his movements were languid and precise, taking extra care in order to not pull on her hair too hard. he made his best attempt to make her hair look a a tad bit spiky, just like his.
soon after, choso turned her around and took out two little tendrils of hair to frame her face.
don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry
he took a deep breath and walked over to your vanity and brought over the handheld mirror. he gently placed it into your daughter's tiny hand.
"you may look now." he spoke in his steadiest voice.
she opened her eyes, her pupils dilating by one hundred.
"i look just like you! i feel so pretty, papa!!" she exclaimed, all bright and cheery.
choso pouted and nodded quickly.
"you are pretty, sweets. you're your mama's girl."
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a/n:
him fr 😛
hope u all liked pt 2!! i love love LOVE the idea of choso being a stay at home dad it just makes sense to me idk...also guys im making a taglist so let me know if u want to be added!!!!!!!! my inbox is open for reqs and any feedback! lets be mooties!! 🫶
"papa. mama's gonna be mad if she finds out-"
"shhh....let papa concentrate, sweetness. we won't be late, i almost have it."
your four year old grimaced down at her dad, and folded her stubby arms. she huffed out a dramatic sigh through puffed cheeks and pretended not to really care.
it's currently 7:42 am and school starts at 8:00 sharp.
choso, your ever loving and doting husband, does not know how to tie shoelaces....given the knotted mess of laces on the girl's mini black converse. the ones he bought, mind you.
your little girl, perched up on the edge of the shoe storage bench, clung onto the straps of her red leather backpack, observing her papa and his tiny knitted frown.
choso abandoned mission on her right sneaker and moved onto the next. he took one lace between two fingers and the same with the other, eyes darting between the two to ensure that they were at the same length and that his fingers were just beneath the aglet (weirdly, that's the only thing he knows about shoelaces: aglets.).
cross to make an 'x,' then pull one underneath.....a knot. okay. okay! now, what the hell...
"how does one even come up with-"
"papa."
"huh?" choso froze at the small, authoritative voice. frozen mid-wrong step, he craned his neck up slightly from his hunched over, squatting position.
"this is how you're s'posed to do it."
she reached down and choso handed the laces over to your daughter, taking them back into her dainty little hands, mumbling a quiet 'thank you.'
ahem.
"bunny ears, bunny ears, play by a tree.one runs around, trying to catch me.bunny ears, bunny ears, jump through the hole,pop out the other side, beautiful and bold!"
she smiles all proud and wiggles her feet while admiring her handiwork. two perfect bows.
"mama taught me that."
"eh? papa?"
without really realizing, choso had teared up at this adorable display before him.
his little girl, your mini me.
the little girl let out a loveable snort, at the sight before her. papa frog, she thought observing his squatted position and pouty expression.
with a final sniffle and wipe, the redoubtable man stood up and reached for the yellow cap, hung on the coat rack. choso flipped it in his hand and shoved it gently onto your daughter's head, her squealing and giggling out the door.
"we gotta speed walk okay, sweetness? don't tell mama how late we are today, 'kay?"
"m'kay!!"
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18+ mdni! (oral f giving, sleepy sex, yuji and reader are aged up!)
the soft and comforting glow emanating from the early sunrise tickled yuji's fluttering eyelids as he looked down at you, leaning back on shaky elbows.
"a-angh- ....baby, a li-little faster, yeah?....yeah, just like that..." he praised through glossy lips and suppressed groans.
you let out a low and lazy hum, nodding around him, releasing him from your mouth, lips still rounded and puckered, right before peppering the underside of his tip with feathery kisses.
yuji threw his head back with a pathetic whimper onto the smooth, silken pillow (you had insisted the pillowcases to be silk since it was much better for hair upkeep, direct quote). with one last kiss, you eagerly went back down on him, suckling around his tip faster- moaning high and lovely, just how he liked them to be. you were tonguing and teasing his pink tip as his cute cock twitched and leaked more into your mouth, lapping it all up like the slut you are.
he tasted oh so divine. you just couldn't get enough!
his pre dribbled down your chin as you suckled on him nice and sweet, taking your time again to lavish your love all over his dribbling tip and protruding veins.
you certainly couldn't let all that precum go to waste, right?
"haah...ba-baby, shit- you're just teasin' me now- a-aah!"
with a gentle hand right on his inner thigh, you soothed him while you took more of him in, rubbing slow, little hearts with your palm. at that, his right hand crept its way into your hair, gently soothing your scalp and thumbing the corner of your eye with a gentleness only you deserved.
"mmphh...gooood girl, yes...you know how to do it, fuck, yeah you do...."
you looked up at him with the glossiest eyes and whimpered at his praise in that honeyed tone you came to love so much.
gojo loves making you cry (smut, dacryphilia, overstimulation)
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“oh baby I know” gojo coos, smirking almost devilishly as he holds you down by your waist.
your annoyingly smug boyfriend has been pounding you for what has felt like hours… making you cum 5, 8, 10, 12, 25 times? you don’t know. youve lost count.
by the (probably) 4th orgasm, salty tears started to fall down your face, overwhelmed from the overstimulation. it felt so good, he felt so good. almost too good.
unfortunately (fortunately) for you, crying only fueled gojo’s lust further. he gripped you harder, slammed his cock into you relentlessly, and groaned as you sobbed.
“am I a sadist?” he thinks to himself each time, unable to pinpoint exactly what it is that makes your desperate wailing so arousing. is it the fact that you clearly feel good? or maybe it’s your pretty face? big glossy eyes, flushed cheeks, parted lips. oh how cute you are, especially when you sniffle. maybe it’s your nails digging into his back? or how damn tight you are?
actually, it’s everything.
or just you.
gojo thrusts over and over, his hand slowlyyy reaching down to rub circles on your wet clit, making your head spin.
“mm—mph! so—so muchh ‘toru!” you whine, squirming when he goes impossibly deeper.
“so pretty baby… so cute.” he praises, practically hypnotized by the sight of you fucked-out beneath him. but you barely hear him, mind fuzzy as the heat builds in your stomach once more.
he sighs, admiring your tearful and flustered expression, practically moaning as he watches your watery eyes roll back for what seemed like thousandth time.
a heavy hand rests on your forehead, the ramming of his cock just barely slowing down, “one more, baby? just wanna keep watching that cute face…”
