Since I hope feel I will reach 2k in the next week or so I wanted to ask you guys what kind of mini series you all would like so I can start working on it now!
I would prefer to do a dad series (because I like writing girl dads) however if you have suggestions lmk!!
❤︎
Husband Gojo and his journey to be a dad
Dad Toji learning how to be a family
Dad Geto and the twins convincing you to have another baby
Husband Choso vs your pregnancy hormones
Husband Nanami who is both over and under prepared
Voting ended on1h
All will contain fluff and may contain smut and/or angst depending on which trope is chosen. The chosen trope will contain a few short drabbles of similar length to my normal works.
TIFU / My (20F) girlfriend of two years told me the music that I (25M) play during sex is weird and a major turn off ꒰ mdni ꒱
When Satoru told you that he had curated a playlist of songs to play during sex, you expected something sensual. Maybe some jazz, songs with lyrics that felt as if each word was a sensation.
Instead, you were giving the most diabolical, unsexy mix of songs.
One particular was especially unbearable.
“Satoru, can you please turn that shit off. It’s making my ears bleed,” you huffed, throwing your head back into the pillows in frustration. Your boyfriend pouted above you, large hands still firmly situated on your waist.
“What? It helps me keep up my rhythm,” he whined. You rolled your eyes, feeling yourself get drier with each beat of the song, “Turn it off. I’m drying up.”
Satoru whined again, nuzzling into your neck as you complained about his — in his mind — impeccable music taste.
“Toru, sweetheart, the love of my life, please turn it off. This is the biggest turn off I think I have ever experienced.” You pleaded, squeezing your eyes shut to try to avoid his piercing gaze. He pouted harder, still shallowly thrusting to the awful beat. “You seem pretty turned on to me, sweets.”
You groaned, biting back the soft mewls that threatened to escape your lips at the way his tip kissed your sweet spot. “I can tell you’re enjoying this, look at you all sweaty and cute.” He cooed all too cocky.
His hips rocked into yours to the beat, pushing deeper into your cunt. “Would you shut up? The music is enough racket,” he giggled at your complaints, continuing to move to the song.
The music engulfed the room, odd sounds blending with the lewd slap of skin on skin and the mingled moans between the two of you. You tried — really tried — to ignore the assault on your ears, but you couldn’t help hear the beat echo with every smack of his hips. “Satoru, at least don’t thrust to the beat. Please.”
A throaty groan left him as you clenched around him unconsciously. “But why,” he whimpered, “You’re literally clenching!” He protested, peppering kisses all over your face and neck in an attempt to persuade you.
You whined, face scrunching up in disgust as the song seemed to loop.
“Satoru, have you… looped this?” You questioned, eyebrows scrunching together. He nodded enthusiastically, flashing a coy grin, “For more efficient fucking.”
God what was his problem?
“You found the most efficient song… to fuck to?” You mused, trying — and failing — to stifle a surprised laugh. “Hey —“ he thrusted into you with unexpected force, causing you to choke out a moan, “— I have trouble keeping a — ngh— rhythm. Especially when you’re so damn tight.”
You tried to ignore the pleasure that was building, but Satoru continued to hump into you like an animal, matching the pace of the song while doing so. His veins dragged against your sensitive walls in a way that had you squirming beneath him.
“Hah — see, babe? I told you it’s, ah fuck, efficient.”
You couldn’t even come up with an argument; you started to tune out the music and absorb everything he gave you, every breathy moan, every harsh thrust, even the way his eyes rolled back when you clenched down on him.
“Not gonna last long, sweets.” He huffed, ivory hair sticking to his forehead as he gazed down at you. You moaned in response, hands curling into the sheets.
His thrusting turned sloppy, and coincidentally, the music began to come to its end as well, as if he had timed it perfectly. You felt his cock twitch inside of you before filling you up. “Take it, oh fuck take it please,” he whimpered, pressing wet kisses over your chest.
A loud whine escaped you as your own orgasm crashed over you, legs quaking and chest heaving.
Satoru rolled over, turning off that god-forsaken song before you clawed his eyes out.
“Toru, what’s that song? So I know to delete it from your playlist later.”
He scratched his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as if he hadn’t just played that same song on repeat while fucking you.
“… Cbat.”
a/n: (ty wife hazel for proofreading) I’m back with the bs and no this isn’t edited I spent most of the day getying my hair dyed (yay) so I didn’t have time (or effort)
Since I hope feel I will reach 2k in the next week or so I wanted to ask you guys what kind of mini series you all would like so I can start working on it now!
I would prefer to do a dad series (because I like writing girl dads) however if you have suggestions lmk!!
❤︎
Husband Gojo and his journey to be a dad
Dad Toji learning how to be a family
Dad Geto and the twins convincing you to have another baby
Husband Choso vs your pregnancy hormones
Husband Nanami who is both over and under prepared
Voting ended on1h
All will contain fluff and may contain smut and/or angst depending on which trope is chosen. The chosen trope will contain a few short drabbles of similar length to my normal works.