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.”
…
“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.”
“period, 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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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…”
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