[ownedbyt0ji]

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[poutyharu]

❝ 𝓘 𝓚NOW, 𝓑ABY ❞

⌗ 𝓼atoru gojo coos you over the edge ! (˶˃𐃷˂˶) based off this (not a p!link), unprotected p in v, whipped!gojo, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweetheart, angel)

the sounds in the once quiet room are obscene— breathy moans, loud squelching with each precise thrust of gojo's hips, and the bed frame thunking against the wall.

he's so deep inside you, you feel him in your throat. all you can do is claw at his broad back desperately, leaving angry red marks in your wake. "toru– ohfuck--!" you're struggling to catch your breath, "s'too much!" his pace is unrelenting, so the least he can do is talk you through it.

"m'sorry, babygirl, i know" his breath fans over your skin as he coos at you so sweetly, a direct opposite to the way he's fucking into you. "s'big, huh?" he's practically cradling you, holding you so close to his chest that you feel his heart beating a frantic rhythm against yours.

he pulls your face from hiding in the crook of his neck all to press gentle, reverent kisses over your flushed skin. "my precious girl," he praises, "doin' so good for me, my perfect baby" he moans softly when he feels your pussy flutter around him at his sweet words.

"there you go, you like that?" his voice isn't teasing in the slightest, all genuine loving words, all reserved for you.

that familiar heat is growing low in your belly, his cock hitting your g-spot only intensifying the pressure. "m'close– g'na make me cum--" you manage to breathe out some resemblance of a sentence, through his overwhelming affection and each word coming out as a moan, talking proves to be a bit difficult.

"yeah?" his voice is low and smooth, "y'can't help it, i know sweetheart," he rubs your arm tenderly, "gonna help you, okay? can i do that baby?" you can tell just how enamored he is by you, speaking to you and loving on you like you're the only person in the world, gazing at you like you hung the stars just for him.

you nod dumbly, not caring to ask what he means with how fucked-out you are, brain a pile of mush. before you can compute, he snakes his hand down between the two of you and finds your puffy folds, spreading them. you gasp, hands squeezing at his biceps. "s'okay" he reassures you, thumb finding your sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.

it's enough to make you cry out in pleasure, enough to make you gush around his cock. gojo groans at the feeling, watching your expression in pure awe. "i know, baby" his pace never falters, so close to the edge himself. "there you go, let it all out–" his balls tighten up as he hits his peak, still holding you close, wanting there to be no space between the two of you. he fucks into you a few last times while spilling his warm release deep inside of you, a heady feeling.

he nearly pants, not bothering to pull out when he flops down beside you and pulls you to lay on his chest. you're worn out, and thoroughly satisfied. "did so good, sweet girl" he's smiling, cooing at you and scratching your back soothingly. you simply hum in response, words failing you.

he lets out a chuckle, "my sleepy angel..." his cheesy words could make you laugh if you weren't so spent, so you settle on curling into the comfort of him further, letting him pamper you with his voice.

as you both doze off, you swear you can hear him whisper a little "love you", and you know he means it. because you're all his, and he's all yours.

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[ttakdoll]

need him :(

[ownedbyt0ji]

⤷ choso kamo who is your crybaby boyfriend ⸝⸝

𝓬ontent : black!reader, he’s a loser lowk but you love him cuz that’s papi , opposites attract , mentions of dacryphilia if you squint🫣

wc: 0.5k

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your boyfriend was an absolute crybaby. if you even raised your voice slightly during a disagreement, you would already hear his voice cracking and see the tears brimming his eyes.

“no, cho that’s literally not what i said. god, can you listen?”

taken aback by the very obvious frustration in your voice, his lips clamped shut and his shoulders stiffened, eyes dropping to the floor.

you’d been having a very shitty day. first, you’d woken up late, meaning already missing half of your fucking classes. then, as you were trying to hurry and get yourself ready, your edges would not cooperate, like at all. you didn’t like walking onto campus looking a shit load of mess.

“great fucking day to not work,” you grumbled at the red edge control tube like it would respond.

you’re the type of woman who always has her stuff together. always, meaning all the time. you had friends who’d never even seen you in an “i don’t give a fuck” outfit and people who could talk their shit but, could never say you looked like a hobo.

but well, you guess today is gonna be the day you give them the opportunity. so, you ended up walking out of your apartment dressed in a beanie to hopefully hide your messed up edges, choso’s very large pink hoodie, a black sweatpants, and your black tote bag hanging from your shoulder.

oh, and to make matters worse, your period started in the middle of the lecture, and since you hadn’t noticed until the end of it, it had completely stained your panties, the only good thing was that you’d chosen to wear your black ones today.

so, after all of that, who in their right mind wouldn’t be irritated?

but now, looking at how your boyfriend tried desperately to hide the tremble of his lips, you regretted taking it out on him, when he’s been nothing but caring when he’d listen to you rant about how badly your day had gone.

you let out a sigh, bringing your hands to his face to cup his cheeks.

you tilt his head up, softly pecking his lips. you felt even worse when you saw the tear he’d been trying to hold back finally slip.

“im sorry, cho. i’m just so annoyed, i didn’t mean to take it out on you when you didn’t do anything.”

“you’re not mad at me, right?” he sniffled between shaky breaths, hands desperately trying to wipe his eyes, although the tears just kept coming.

“of course i’m not,” you whispered, hands tightly wrapping around his shoulders, as he buried his face into your neck. you knew he probably felt a bit embarrassed that he was crying, again. in reality, you didn’t care if he cried or not, he was subjected to his own feelings. even sometimes him crying would turn you on, but that’s a conversation for another time.

you see, choso crying isn’t an uncommon occurrence. he cries during movies, cries when you surprise him after a long day where you’d both been too busy, cries during sex—especially if you tease him about coming too fast. he even cries at the thought of upsetting you. he was just simply a man who’d grown up being in tune with his emotions, and there’s really nothing wrong with that.

“i know i’m being dramatic, i just hate you being frustrated with me.”

you really don’t know what you did to deserve him, but you certainly hoped you kept doing it.

a/n : wrote ts in one go if there are mistakes js ignore them😭😭

[ownedbyt0ji]

𝓒𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 —

choso kamo who is your crybaby boyfriend ⸝⸝ fluff

more coming soon ･ ༝ ･

[ownedbyt0ji]

⤷ choso kamo who is your crybaby boyfriend ⸝⸝

𝓬ontent : black!reader, he’s a loser lowk but you love him cuz that’s papi , opposites attract , mentions of dacryphilia if you squint🫣

wc: 0.5k

ⓘ this work is provided by @ownedbyt0ji — like , reblog , follow .ᐟ

your boyfriend was an absolute crybaby. if you even raised your voice slightly during a disagreement, you would already hear his voice cracking and see the tears brimming his eyes.

“no, cho that’s literally not what i said. god, can you listen?”

taken aback by the very obvious frustration in your voice, his lips clamped shut and his shoulders stiffened, eyes dropping to the floor.

you’d been having a very shitty day. first, you’d woken up late, meaning already missing half of your fucking classes. then, as you were trying to hurry and get yourself ready, your edges would not cooperate, like at all. you didn’t like walking onto campus looking a shit load of mess.

“great fucking day to not work,” you grumbled at the red edge control tube like it would respond.

you’re the type of woman who always has her stuff together. always, meaning all the time. you had friends who’d never even seen you in an “i don’t give a fuck” outfit and people who could talk their shit but, could never say you looked like a hobo.

but well, you guess today is gonna be the day you give them the opportunity. so, you ended up walking out of your apartment dressed in a beanie to hopefully hide your messed up edges, choso’s very large pink hoodie, a black sweatpants, and your black tote bag hanging from your shoulder.

oh, and to make matters worse, your period started in the middle of the lecture, and since you hadn’t noticed until the end of it, it had completely stained your panties, the only good thing was that you’d chosen to wear your black ones today.

so, after all of that, who in their right mind wouldn’t be irritated?

but now, looking at how your boyfriend tried desperately to hide the tremble of his lips, you regretted taking it out on him, when he’s been nothing but caring when he’d listen to you rant about how badly your day had gone.

you let out a sigh, bringing your hands to his face to cup his cheeks.

you tilt his head up, softly pecking his lips. you felt even worse when you saw the tear he’d been trying to hold back finally slip.

“im sorry, cho. i’m just so annoyed, i didn’t mean to take it out on you when you didn’t do anything.”

“you’re not mad at me, right?” he sniffled between shaky breaths, hands desperately trying to wipe his eyes, although the tears just kept coming.

“of course i’m not,” you whispered, hands tightly wrapping around his shoulders, as he buried his face into your neck. you knew he probably felt a bit embarrassed that he was crying, again. in reality, you didn’t care if he cried or not, he was subjected to his own feelings. even sometimes him crying would turn you on, but that’s a conversation for another time.

you see, choso crying isn’t an uncommon occurrence. he cries during movies, cries when you surprise him after a long day where you’d both been too busy, cries during sex—especially if you tease him about coming too fast. he even cries at the thought of upsetting you. he was just simply a man who’d grown up being in tune with his emotions, and there’s really nothing wrong with that.

“i know i’m being dramatic, i just hate you being frustrated with me.”

you really don’t know what you did to deserve him, but you certainly hoped you kept doing it.

a/n : wrote ts in one go if there are mistakes js ignore them😭😭

[t0jisbunny]

older bf!toji fucks you stupid ꒰♡

based on this request. cw; short drabble, age difference, dumbification, multiple orgasms, creampie, mating press, established relationship…

fourty minutes. three orgasms, including the one toji gave you with his tongue. your legs were weak, forehead damp with sweat, any coherent thoughts fucked out of you.

you mewl helplessly, legs draped over your older boyfriend’s broad shoulders, practically folded in half as he pounds you like there’s no tomorrow.

"mnnn, t-toji—can’t—hnnn," you babble, drool threatening to seep out from the corners of your mouth, obscene, wet sounds almost louder than your shameless moans.

toji smirks wolfishly, snapping his hips forward in a brutal rhythm — heavy balls smacking against your skin hard enough to leave a faint red mark. "what was that, doll? cmon, try again. use your words," he teases, knowing you can barely form a sentence.

you rake your fingernails down toji’s toned back, creamy white rings forming at the base of his thick cock, creating more lewd sounds to drown out the sound of your desperate moans.

"p-please—ahhhnn," unaware of what you even mean by that — mind hazy, eyes half-lidded from sheer pleasure.

"don’t even understand what you’re askin’ for, huh? fucked ya’ too dumb," he teases, lifting his hand from the back of your knee to tap you lightly on your temple.

he uses that same hand to reach down between your bodies, thumb circling your aching clit, the dual sensation making you curl your toes tightly. "you can give me one more, baby. atta girl," toji coos.

your breathing becomes laboured, head thrown back against the pillows, body tensing, tears threatening to trickle down your face from both sensitivity and enjoyment. "you remember how to cum, don’t ya’, doll?"

toji slows down just to torment you, pulling out all the way until only his tip was buried in your tight cunt. "mmm, toji—" you whine in response, still only managing to push out his name or needy little sounds.

"s’okay, sweetheart. gonna help you once y’ask nicely,” he groans lowly, fucking his tip into your pussy with shallow thrusts, thumb moving tantalisingly slow on your clit.

you struggle through breathy moans and bated breaths, eyes threatening to roll back into your head. "focus, doll," toji encourages, patting your cheek with his other hand before grabbing your chin, making you look at him.

"there she is. cmon, baby. say that one little word."

your thighs twitch and shake, the delay of your orgasm almost making you cry out impatiently. "p-please—hnnn," you manage to say, earning a satisfied hum from the older man above you.

“that’s a good girl. so fuckin’ adorable when you don’t even know your own damn name," he grunts, pressing his chest more firmly against yours, closing the last few inches of space between you, driving his dick even deeper inside your cunt.

toji feels you flutter and clench around his dick, thumb circling your needy little clit even faster, drawing more filthy moans from you as another orgasm approaches.

"give it t’me, cream on my dick again, princess," he encourages further, kissing you sloppily, swallowing your pathetic moans as you orgasm — waves of pleasure crashing through you.

toji eases you through it, slowing his thrusts a little as his own climax approaches, finally ready to fill you to the brim with his cum. he’s so deep that you can feel the coarse hairs at the base of his cock brush against your core, becoming sticky from your release.

your head begins to spin, body almost boneless beneath toji who’s hips begin to stutter, grunts becoming more frequent against your kiss-swollen lips.

"gonna—hah—fill this pussy up, watch it leak outta you after," he promises, thrusts becoming shallow before he spurts copious amounts of warm cum inside of you, finishing himself off with a series of particularly harsh thrusts that shake the bed.

toji collapses against you briefly, just enough not to crush you, panting and grunting against your neck. when he eventually pulls away, withdrawing his still hard dick from your cunt, he grins in satisfaction of the filthy sight.

"mmn, feel so full," you say, feeling toji’s load trickle down the insides of your thighs.

"i know, baby. i know.”

a/n; pls ignore any mistakes or if anything doesn’t make sense i smoked a lil too much when writing this LMAOO

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[ownedbyt0ji]

⤷ toji is your roommate's older brother ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

𝓬ontent : college au , black!reader , mostly fluff lowk , slight mischaracterization maybe but i truly dgaf😳 , p in v , toji is submissive asfk👀 , whimpering , belly bulging perhaps

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nerd!toji who didn’t necessarily look like someone who enjoys his time in textbooks when your roommate first introduces you to him, but somehow does.

nerd!toji who had a personality you didn’t expect at all. with his large frame and black t-shirt hugging his muscles, you expected him to be a stuck-up, ego-filled big headed guy about it. to say the least, toji was quite the opposite. how he’d blush when you two made eye contact, eyes desperately trying to avoid yours. his voice cracking when he’d finally been able to stutter out a ‘hi’.

nerd!toji who’s surprisingly a great software engineer. when your laptop breaks, he spends the whole afternoon fixing it; so visibly focused that he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to you. the way he’d bite at his lips when he’d encounter a difficult step, sweat dripping from his forehead, because even though you didn’t force him to fix it for you—he still felt like he couldn’t disappoint a pretty girl like you.

nerd!toji who you’d started hanging out with more frequently from that moment. your roommate had noticed, of course, still she hadn’t said anything, despite the very obvious suspicion she had. he slowly lost his shyness, gaining confidence to do certain things, such as rage-baiting the fuck out of you. anyone who knows you definitely knew how easily rage-baited you were, so he didn’t have to try very hard to do so.

with anyone else, you’d shut down after they did that, not having anymore energy to deal with bullshit. but with toji… he definitely made you feel different. how he knew exactly when to stop joking around, when he’d let out a laugh and apologize for upsetting you. to others it probably wouldn’t mean much, but to you it absolutely did.

nerd!toji who asks you out in the sweetest way ever. no one had ever really done anything like this. with previous talking stages and situationships, they’d ask you through text or literally just assume you two were already together. of course, you shut that down real quick. you made a vow to yourself that the next person that liked you had to properly ask. and here he was, standing outside your dorm room door. he had flowers in his hands, his eyes obviously fighting to look anywhere but yours, yet he couldn’t look away.

there was a big ass sign hanging up on the wall directly in front of the dorm wall. written on it was

‘may i be your boyfriend, y/n?’

not can i be your boyfriend or can you be my girlfriend? but, may i. so many guys would rather kill themselves than admit they wouldn’t have you but you would have them.

nerd!toji who was too full of nerves to ask about you two having sex for the first time. it’s been four months since you two got together, and although he so badly wanted to be inside you, he felt as though it was still way too soon.

imagine his surprise when you barged into his apartment, blurting out words that would have y’all very busy for the next couple hours.

“i need you to fuck me.”

nerd!toji who you didn’t even know was a virgin. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t quite happy about it. you’d be the first and only one he’d ever touch. god, if he knew how much that thought soaked your panties.

nerd!toji who you watched fidget with the waistband of his sweatpants, blush still very visible on his face. you loved watching him all flustered and flushed just for you.

nerd!toji who was big as fuck down there. did he even know just how big he was? it sure as hell didn’t feel like he did, the way he was rutting, and grinding deeper and deeper into your pussy, you were sure you felt him in your stomach. you swore you could see his dick disappearing and reappearing, you were not going crazy. although, with how much you were moaning, tears adorned your face, and your eyes crossed—you couldn’t really decipher that at the moment.

nerd!toji who makes whimpers that go straight to your pussy. the throbbing of your clitoris every time he tried to speak and so adorably failed. his body was trembling, hands tightly gripping your waist, head thrown back against the headboard while you rode him. your clit was repeatedly rubbing against his pelvis—making the pleasure double by like two hundred.

nerd!toji who’s so ridiculously good at praising you, it’s crazy. seconds away from bottoming out he’s still going on and on, babbling about how pretty you are and how thankful he is for you, his voice broken and desperate. his thrusts sloppy, yet still hitting that specific, textured ridge of your g-spot.

nerd!toji who takes aftercare seriously. he didn’t make you walk to the bathroom immediately or by yourself. your legs were only slightly wobbly, but still embarrassing nonetheless. you watched as he turned on the shower and set it to a lukewarm temperature.

yeah, if he ever tried to leave he’s gonna have to die, no shade.

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a/n : i’m so much better at writing fluff so don’t come for me if it wasn’t that good y’all 🤧

[ownedbyt0ji]

𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 —

toji is your roommate's older brother ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

more coming soon ･ ༝ ･

[ownedbyt0ji]

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𑣲⋆｡˚ do not request any pedophilia, incest, rape, or anything of that sort —

𝓣oji 𝓯ushiguro :

most recent — toji is your roommate's older brother ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

𝓒hoso 𝓚amo :

most recent — choso kamo who is your crybaby boyfriend ⸝⸝ fluff

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𝓢ukuna 𝓡yomen. :

most recent — sukuna ryomen fucks you stupid ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

[indiewritesxoxo]

love me not!

Suguru Geto is your bully, your boss, and now your...baby daddy?

pairings: baby daddy!Geto x f!reader x coworker!Nanami

content: MDNI, angst and fluff and smut, coworker AU, rivals-to-coparents, toxic relationship dynamics, bullying, Geto and reader HATE each other (for now), unplanned pregnancy, hidden baby trope (sorta), hatefucking, piv sex, oral (m! receiving), reader is incredibly petty, descriptions of pregnancy symptoms, more tags to be added

art creds: @/Bom61487782 on x for suguru + @/Neconi_o0 for nanami I believe !!

chapter index

plucked | branching out | broken twigs | picking petals

thorns | deadheading | weeds | ripping out the roots

yours, mine, his | briar | in bloom | trimming

drenched | shovel | overgrown garden | cut down

new seeds | rot | sprout | blossom

taglist is currently closed but you can turn on notifications for all writing updates here -> @indiesupdates

[lvxswon]

๑ ♡ ⑅ · Quand j'te réponds pas je gère mes business ;; 박성훈

𝓟airings — Co-parent!Sunghoon × Ex-wife!fem!Reader

𝓒ontent — Businessman!Sunghoon, Divorced AU, Heavy Angst, Workaholic Neglect, Broken Family Dynamics.

𝓝ow playing — love you by nono la grinta

𝓢ynopsis — yn divorced corporate executive Park Sunghoon to escape the loneliness of a marriage that always came second to his career. But a year later, the battlefield has simply shifted to weekend custody drop-offs. Bound by a court agreement, Sunghoon takes their four-year-old son every Friday , only to bring his corporate empire home with him. As Sunghoon drowns in endless board meetings and late-night emails, his son is left waiting by the door, inheriting the exact same emotional neglect that broke his parents apart.

𝓝ote — first time using a French title kinda nervousss guys , I LOVE this song with my whole heart so i had to include it. It also matches the smau

— 𝟎𝟏 . 𝟎𝟐 . 𝟎𝟑 .

@decorpupp @oiosoobin @tenaciousfamiliarphilosopher @luvv1anime @julsforjulieni

[erenlav]

random texts with bf!nerdjo ! (mdni) cw: suggestive, sexual language

first time making a smau kinda nervous, lmk if i did a shit job and should delete my acc thx

[kaiiswrld]

texts w bf fratjo

minors dni

[choivae]

ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni

bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.

bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.

bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.

bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.

"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"

bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."

bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.

bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.

bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.

"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."

bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.

bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.

"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."

bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.

bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, he’ll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."

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[t0jisbunny]

husband!toji helping with your pregnancy cravings ꒰♡

fluff. based on this request

"tojiiiii," you whine, calling for him like he was your personal butler — which at this point, he practically was.

your husband had been in and out of the bedroom hundreds of times today, meeting every request, completely at your beck and call.

"yeah, doll," he says, lingering in the doorway, looking at your very pregnant self laying comfortably in bed.

"can you get me some ice cream? that chocolate brownie one i like," you ask, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling to cure your boredom.

"already went to the store an hour ago, baby. y’sure you really need it?" he asks, earning a very disappointed frown from you. "yeah, yeah. i’m going," he backtracks, closing this distance between you and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

you smile happily, "thank youuuu." just as toji begins to walk away, another craving comes along. "oooo, and some pickles! get big ones in the packet."

toji nods, making a mental note of your growing list of requests. “got it. anythin’ else?" he asks, grabbing his keys nearby.

"ummm, maybe some cookies, too. oh! and some extra spicy ramen! the one at the back of the store in the dark red packet," you exclaim, resting your hand on your swollen belly.

your husband raises his eyebrows, wondering if he should start making a list in case he gets something wrong. after all, there was nothing scarier than his pregnant wife when she was craving something.

"don’t look at me like that. i can’t help it!" you shrug, propping another pillow behind your back.

toji smiles. "be back soon, baby. i’ll try be as quick as i can," he reassures, fully aware you’ll be craving something completely different in the next few minutes.

surprisingly, toji picks out all of your requested items at the store, about to bring them to the checkout when his pocket starts buzzing.

"just checkin’ out, won’t be long," he says, getting in line to pay.

"no! change of plan. i want the ramen with the pink packet instead — the cheesey one. oh, and scratch the ice cream, want chips instead," you ramble.

toji doesn’t fuss, nor complain, just steps out of the line to make the replacements. "you’re sure?" he asks, walking back to the other end of the store — heavy basket in hand.

"yes…i think," you ponder, pausing for a moment, "…yeah, i’m sure."

"alright, be ten minutes," toji responds.

"…five."

"yes ma’am."

when toji gets home, you’re laid in the exact same position, grinning excitedly as soon as he walks through the door.

he perches on the bed next to you, bag still in hand, giving you a quick peck — large hand resting on your swollen tummy. "missed you,” you say, leaning in for another kiss. "been gone like fifteen minutes, princess."

he sets the bag on the bed, taking out the items, watching you reach for the cookies almost immediately.

you shove one in your mouth, munching on it whilst trying to talk. "ohmygod, soooo good," you mumble, crumbs spilling on the sheets.

toji sometimes has these moments where he thinks ‘yeah, that’s my woman’ — this was one of those times. it was endearing how comfortable you were around him.

he lays next to you, draping an arm around your shoulder.

"love you.”

[dahyunnieeee]

satoru's reaction when you dont say 'i love you' back

cw: fluff, suggestive content, established relationship, satoru’s an idiot in love, readers a bit mean to him lol

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satoru had always been one to constantly remind you of his love. he started his days by telling you those three words and ended them the same way.

he never meant it in a careless, habital way, no, it always came from his heart. and whenever you replied with the same words, he could tell you meant it too. so whenever you'd say it, he'd get this big, lovesick smile on his face.

so you decided to toy with him.

you're currently getting ready to go out with your friends. you slip on your shoes as satoru sulks while standing behind you.

“as much as i hate that you’re leaving me—i still hope you have a good time.” he crosses his arms. satoru hated whenever you went somewhere without him. it meant he bad to survive without you—which is something he could not do.

you turn around and give him a warm smile.

“thank you, that’s very nice.” you reply and walk up to him.

“considering the fact what you’re doing to me is cruel, i am being very nice.” he pouts. you chuckle and cup his face in your hands.

he melts instantly, his upset demeanor beginning to crack.

“i’ll be out for two hours at best. you can survive, right?”

“barely.” he rebuts but grins softly. his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you against his chest.

he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. maybe if he reminds you how good he takes care of you—you’ll stay home.

he bites your lower lip and slithers his tonfue inside your mouth when you let out a soft whimper.

you pull away instantly and flash him a knowing glare. “i’m leaving now.”

his childish pout returns. he huffs. “fine. i love you.” you begin walking to the door.

“i know.” is all you reply with as you open the door. he freezes.

those aren’t three words. those aren’t the words that make his heart beat faster. he feels nothing—only a punch to his gut.

his eye twitches just as you shut the door behind yourself.

he stands in the doorway, mouth agape like an idiot. a million scenarios run through his mind.

did she mean to do that?

is she playing a prank on me?

what was that?

…does she not love me anymore?

he moves without realizing and swings the door open. he chases your departing figure before you can even open the car door.

you hear loud, frantic footsteps behind you and turn around. satoru’s large body is directly behind you and you yelp.

he stares down at you with his eyes wide. “you forgot something.” is all he says—his voice wobbly.

you fight the urge to smile, your back pressed against the car. “what?”

“you didn’t say i love you.”

you look away and frown, pretending to think. “i thought i did.”

“you didn’t.”

“i’m going to be late, satoru, i need to go—”

“you can’t leave without saying it.” he whines. he bats his puppy-dog eyes at you. “it’s a rule.”

this time you do crack a grin at him. “is it?” he nods vigorously. you chuckle at him. you lean in, your lip brushing the shell of his ear.

“i love you satoru.” you murmur. he doesn’t bother fighting the shiver that rolls down his spine or the dopey smile that takes over his face.

you pull away and smile at him knowingly. “better?”

all he can do is nod. you turn away and open the car door. “i’ll be back soon.”

his heart-shaped eyes trail you. “okay.” is all he manages to return. you close the car door and turn the car on. you begin backing out rhe drivway, all while satoru continues to stare at your stunning face through the window shield.

he loves you. with his entire being. and if you didn’t love him back, he might actually have a heart attack.

even if you are a bit mean to him. if anything, he feels his love for you begin to grow.