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he swore he'd never do this again. it's not his style — he's a devoted father.
he's three daughters deep into life, already established with being on his own and devoting his time to work and family. but, there's just something about you... he had to let you in.
now he's laid out on your baby-pink bed, long hair spread thin over your pillows in a salt and pepper halo. his settled-in face is bunched up and tense, lips parted as he pants.
"ah— right there," he slurs, hips bucking off the mattress as he fucks you slowly and purposefully. you’re mewling his name, manicured fingers playing against your swollen clit as you ride him.
he’s being so gentle, hands in fists on your hips because he doesn’t want to squeeze you too hard. little does he know, just how much you want his mark. you want him to squeeze you until you’re crying, but he’s already holding back so much.
“look at me,” you insist, arching your back, toying with your cunt until you’re dangerously close to losing yourself. the way he fills you up to the brim is one thing — the tickle of his untrimmed pubic hair is another, and the way he fucking sings your name is something else entirely. you could cry, just listening to him in the moment.
“you’re such a good girl.” geto hums, crystalline teeth chewing down on his swollen bottom lip. “a pleaser inside and out.”
“does it feel good?”
“i’m about to cum for you, darling.” he grits out through clenched teeth, veins in his thick neck like blueish wires. his face is beet red, eyes watery and warm as he blinks down to your dripping cunt, then back to your warm gaze.
every time you sink down on his length, his cock pulses your name in morse — his face screws up like he’s in pain, and you smile, tummy tingling with arousal. “give it to me,”
geto is good. he’s predictable; always so dominant until he’s all yours. he just needs that push in your caring tone, toes curling under the covers as his face goes blank.
it hits him like a semi-truck, and you, like a punch to the gut. then, it comes in waves — the warmth of his seed flooding your cervix as you seat yourself fully onto him.
you still, little whimpers and punchy moans falling from your gut as he cums inside. you toss your head back after a few seconds, eyebrows knitting together as… he just keeps going.
he fills you to the brim with his cum, hips shaking, then stilling as his cock leaks pathetically before shooting another desperate, hot rope. you exhale pointedly through pursed lips, knees shaking as you rise to them. geto grunts, eyes pressed so tight that he can’t stop blinking.
“d—don’t move, ah—
“you’re still going?” you mutter like it’s a point and not a question. your cunt aches and squelches as you slide off of him, unbelievably full already, and still not bearing the most of his seed.
“s—s- so sorry,” he whines, sitting up to his elbows when he feels you withdraw. he holds his breath for a moment, collarbone hollow and heated, before he tosses his head back again and keeps cumming.
you’re genuinely awestruck, face a fucked-out mess as you rest on your haunches, reaching for his tense cock as it cries out for you. when you grab his shaft, geto is so sensitive that he tenses, hips jumping off the bed.
he reaches for your wrist — blindly, instinctively, with the muscle memory of someone who has had to keep on his toes for twenty years.
you gasp as his huge hand closes around your wrist in an iron-grip, mind still hazy and unavailable as he whispers, “sorry… have i made a mess?”
sylus x cat owner reader whose senior cat is an enigma to him. he spoils you, so of course he'll also spoil your entitled old kitty, but he can't quite figure out what she wants.
he buys her the nicest treats. she begs for ham from the lunchmeat drawer of the fridge instead.
he buys her the flashiest toys. she bats around cotton swabs and tin foil balls instead.
he buys her the softest cat bed. she likes to sleep on whatever clothes are laying on the floor instead.
he buys- and assembles!- the best cat tree on the market, only for her to be fascinated by its box instead.
sylus is stumped- until he's at your place when a new pair of shoes he ordered for you arrives, and you stop to play with the bubble wrap instead of going straight for the shoes, and he finally realizes where your cat learned it from.
▶︎︎ Seven — Explicit Vers. (starring . various jjk men)
synopsis . JJK men fuckin' you right on Valentine’s day night. pairings (separate) . Toji x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Sukuna x f!reader, & Ino x f!reader
content . afab!reader, needy men, slight possessiveness, oral sex (m!receiving), pussy slapping, lots of teasing, handjobs, premature orgasms, subby!gojo (kinda? girl idk), soft dom!choso, lovemaking, bondage (nanami), pet names, spitting, praise, a hint of brat taming here 'n there, non-curse au, dirty talk, filth, fluff (if you squint maybe), overstim, etc.
word count . 9k || author's note: this is a repost from kamitv so if it looks familiar, that’s why. happy valentine’s day my loves! banner from “The Teachers’ Efforts”
☆ Toji Fushiguro
“You can handle it, c’monnn,” Your boyfriend–, no, your fiancé (as of today) grunts out to you in between the mean thrusts he’s gifting you with.
Your fingers are busy clawing at the sheets below and you’ve got the prettiest arch for your lover. With your ass perked up in the air and his fat throbbing cock stretching your cunt so messily wide as drool slobs out your mouth and wets up the bed beneath you. You’d been fucked so dumb already and yet there he was still talking you to filth anyway.
Lopsided scared lips curving up into a smug smirk, Toji brings a hand down against the fat of your ass. Grunting, “There ya’ go, jus’ like that doll, handle that fuckin’ cock. Uhuh…”
You were—or, trying to, anyway. He’s almost always rough like this but shit even after years of being with the man, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to the girthy inches of his cock. Hence why your eyes are meeting the back of your skull and you’re babbling soft moans of his name down into the bedding.
“T-Toji,” You mewl sweetly, prompting a mean reel of his toned hips back back back until his sopping tip is left leaving a lewd lil’ kiss against the slit of your cunt. A filthy string of slick droops between the two of you and he tuts.
“Hm? What’s wrong?” He huffs with a tilt of his head. That large hand of his gives your already hand-marked ass a gentle rub-over while he awaits your shaky reply. Your lashes are busy fluttering and you don’t even continue your statement—instead, you wiggle your hips back, urging for him to push into you again.
It’s then that Toji gets what you want and decides to tease you just a bit more, taking his heavy cock into his hands and moving to tap the head against your left ass cheek. “Whaat?” He utters breathily, almost as if he were mocking you and cooing at you simultaneously, “You want me back inside ya’?”
Nodding dumbly, you just barely angle your head to look back at him and you’re met with his intense hazy verdant gaze. “Mhm,” You grumble to him.
In comes that cocky smile of his and he completely removes his hands from both you and himself, clasping them behind his back for a moment as he redirects his gaze down to what little space remains between his cock and your pulsing hole.
“Heh,” He scoffs shortly and then nods his chin down at the lewdness below him, “Work for it. Lemme see that hand,” Toji directs, to which you hesitate little to shift your hand under your body and in between your legs, fingertips grazing his sensitive balls for half a second before you messily wrap your hand around his cock and tug on him carefully. “Fuuck,” He smiles at your fingers perfectly hugging his throbbing shaft, “That’s a pretty rock I gotcha’, isn’t it?”
Oh, right. How could you have possibly forgotten the reason he’s been acting the way he has all night. You’re engaged now. He proposed earlier that day right after dinner and it was the most romantic thing ever—of course he had you wear that ring for the rest of the night, even while he fucks you stupid.
“Mhmm…” The sound of Toji’s throaty hum makes your cunt shiver in pure need. You carefully angle his cock toward your pussy and catch a glimpse of him drooling a little before he swipes his tongue over his lips and pulls his lower one in between his teeth. Voice dipping an octave lower, “Keep goin’, guide me to her.”
Shifting your knees backwards against the bed and closing the distance between his length and you, you decide only to get back at him for a few seconds and purposefully swipe his angry cockhead up ‘n down against your slobbering folds. You watch the way his eyebrows twist up and his lips part softly, a breathy sound dangerously close to a whine falling from his dampened mouth.
“Don’t do that, baby,” Toji whispers, quickly moving his beefy hands to your hips and pushing himself forward. “Y’know how much I hate bein’...” His jaw falls open as you interrupt his sentence by merely pulling his cock an inch inside you, “...T-Teased-, shit.”
You continue on like that for a while, fucking yourself solely on his plump cockhead and getting drunk off the feeling. Not to mention the heavy grunts Toji releases as you keep control. His eyes are so greedy on you and he simply can't get enough.
Your sappy walls hug the ridges of his cock so snug that it makes his breath grow heavier by the second even though he's not fully inside you. “Fuck." Your fiancé muttered, "Look at you, all perfect jus’ f’me.”
You're slow to retract your hand and focus all your movement into your hips, feeling him give you a lazy roll forward as his cock slots back into your cunt in one slippery motion. Letting off a moan of his name once he casually reaches the hilt of your pussy, “Toji..”
He swallows down whatever pathetic noise had been on the verge of escaping his throat and gives your hips a tender squeeze, “Hmm?”
You forget why exactly you called his name for a hot second due to the way he picks up this slow but deep pace with you—a complete contrast to earlier. Your face turns into the bed for a moment and you whine, “Hnngh…" Lips parting hotly against the sheets, you eventually manage out a muffled, "'Love you."
His cock throbs inside you and you gasp at the way he snaps his hips forward unintentionally, moving his palms to the bed at your sides and leaning down to you, “You love me?” Toji taunts, earning a cute nod of your head. “Yeahhh? Go on, show me then. Show me how much you love this cock right now,” His hand slithers under you and you feel his weight press against you, deepening the aching inches inside you whilst his thick calloused fingertips meet your clit.
He doesn't even have to clarify what he means by that because you're making the filthiest mess around his cock for the nth time of that night and he's smiling over you, “Uhuh. Juuus’ like that, pretty.”
A pitched sound leaves you but you manage to find yourself again somewhere within your high, lifting your head and huffing, “S-Say it back,” Before glancing to him and shooting him a glare, accompanied with the same pout he think he fell in love with, “...A-Asshole.”
Toji rolls his eyes profoundly at that but he smiles, “Yeah, yeah, love you too, brat.” Then you feel yourself collapsing into the mattress as he leans all the way down to your ear, presses a haste kiss against your skin, and then whispers, “Can’t wait t’marry you.”
☆ Nanami Kento
It's Valentine's day night and yet there you were still having to beg your husband of many years for something. Moaning, “Ken' please.” While you flash your best pleading eyes and stare up at the man.
Ever the gentleman, Nanami merely smiles at you as if he were confused, “Please, what, my love?"
Your brows twist up and you bat your eyelashes at him, glancing down to watch the way he rudely slaps his heavy cock against your cunt again, “Stop teasin’.”
Your overly handsome husband has the audacity to smile at your sudden command, “Oh? But look at you now," He says in that gentle baritone that makes your cunt clench around nothing, "You’re drooling for me..."
You wanted to say something else, y'know, argue and beg him to just fuck you already but when he lifts his cock away from your pussy entirely, all you can do is let out a pathetic whine. The sound prompts a slight spurt of precum from his tip but just to make things a lil' messier, Nanami brings his free hand up to his mouth and your eyes widen as you watch him.
Now, you've always known that your man was a gentleman during the day and a complete freak at night but god does he never fail to make your breath hitch. You watch him with glossy eyes as he spits a wad of saliva onto his finger tips, bring them down to his cockhead, smears the liquid messily over his tip, faintly moans, and then gently thrusts himself right up against your clit.
With a nasty slip against you, Nanami is left panting. His cheeks are flush with a warm shade of pink and you can feel your entire body heating up more and more by the second as he continues to tease you to tears.
You thought he'd stop there and give you what you wanted but no, the moment you moan out his name, he grows the desire to drag all this teasing out even further. Dragging his cock back against your heat and smearing his pre all over your sloppy folds, Nanami groans.
"My gorgeous girl," He murmurs to you. Though, you're not sure if it was to you or your cunt. You believe it's the later as he takes his unoccupied hand and uses his thumb and index to spread the lips of your pussy open—following this action up with another lift and mean slap of his cock, a slick wet sound entering the air as he does so.
Your back arches up a little at that and it becomes apparent to you for the first time in a while since you'd gotten to this point with your husband that, well, he's got your hands tied up over your head. You couldn't reach down and urge is cock inside you even if you wanted to (despite the bondage being your idea).
So, there you are, legs spread open like some slut-, his slut, panting and huffing at how badly you're aching for him to be inside you. Your cunt tensing around nothing with every heavy thwack of his cock and wad of spit he dribbles down onto the filthy exposure.
It's not until Nanami rolls his dripping tip around your clit in taunting circles that you start genuinely losing your mind. Your hands squirm to move at the sensation and your husband remains almost as composed as ever while watching your face twist up into pleasure. Your lashes are batting and you're releasing a soft string of moans, whispering his name, and lifting your hips in desperation.
To which he simply presses a hand down to your hip and pins you to the bed. Then he stares dead into those loving eyes of yours and starts swatting his cock head left 'n right against your twitching clit. Oh now he's just being mean.
You start pouting and open your mouth to say something, only to be cut off by a clear moan bubbling out your throat as Nanami drags his cock down, fucks himself into his fist against you, and plunges only the tip in and out and in and out of you.
"Ken please," You repeat, "Just put it in."
"I am, aren't I?" Nanami hums with a kind smile on his face.
"All of it," You grunt, trying to lifting your hips again but failing as he shoves you right back down.
Scoffing, "My wife's demanding today, isn't she?"
"You've been doing this for hours," You bite back with a bratty eye roll.
"Oh please, now she's just being dramatic. What do you say, hun?" He redirects to ask your cunt, "Think I just give her what she wants?" His cock rubs right in between your folds and you can feel the veins decorating his length throbbing. "Should I stuff you full already?"
The lack of attention to you (in a way) makes you frown, "Kento—"
"Don't be rude, sweetheart." He cuts off sharply and sternly.
You grumble something under your breath and that earns Nanami's fawn brown eyes back onto your face. It's almost intimidating the way he looks at you, a gentle glare, like he dares you to repeat yourself. Spoiler alert, you don't. If anything, you swallow thickly and wonder what's going on in his mind as to why he's staring at you so hard all of a sudden-
Nanami cuts every thought you were having off with one sharp thrust into your cunt, a nasty squelch echoing into the air along with a hitched breath from his throat. He then slumps down against you, pressing his hard chest against the softness of your own, moving his lips purposefully to the crown of your ear and tugging a bit of your skin in between his teeth.
Your arms jerk against the restrictions fastened around your wrist as the reflex to wrap them around his neck and claw at his back kicks in.
Nanami drags his hips back and the next thrust into you makes you choke out a moan right into the sex-enduced air. Your body was so so hot against his, that's why he liked teasing you so much beforehand. Sure, he could've gotten you this worked up with his voice alone but, where's the fun in that?
And as for his voice that he knows you love so much, Nanami intentionally presses his mouth against your ear and groans your name deeply. You throb so prettily around him that it makes his lips curve into a knowing smile, "I missed you.” He says into your ear.
Nanami's hands find your legs and he grips onto your plush skin firmly with those hardworking palms of his, parting you a bit wider for himself before picking up his pace.
"K-Kento, fuck!" You gasp as he angles precisely into you.
Growling hotly into your skin, “Agh, I know, I know," Nanami coos. He shifts his hips only a little and zones into that same area inside you, feeling your lips quiver around the girth of his cock, "That’s the spot, isn’t it?”
You're a bit too busy losing your mind beneath him, having already reached your orgasm the moment he slid into you and now being fucked into an embarrassing state of overstimulation. 'Guess that's where all that teasing landed you—and you have the nerve to wonder why he does it.
Chuckling at you as if he's not seconds away from stuffing you full of gooey ropes of cum, “So sensitive.” Nanami teases. He then leans up and allows his eyes to fall on your expression. You were a mess, a few tears were slipping down your cheeks, your eyes kept flickering back, and a spot of drool was spilling out the corner of your lips.
“And look at this face,” Nanami's quick to bring attention to it, to which you whine and try turning your head away from him out of embarrassment. He's been down this road with you time and time again so, all he does is bring a hand to your jaw and force you to look at him.
Inching closer to you and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “You look so beautiful taking all of me like this," He praises, tongue darting out to lap up the few tears you had decorating that pretty face of yours. He was so infatuated with you. "Hear me?" Nanami utters.
You manage a messy fucked-out nod but that's simply not enough for this husband of yours. No, he's a greedy man when it comes to you.
So, Nanami moves his lips over yours and sears his words right into your mouth, "Say it," He tells you, "Tell me how beautiful my wife is."
With a strong gripping clench around his cock at that, you struggle to maintain eye contact with him during this moment of intimacy and the words come fumbling out of your mouth, "Ken..."
"Tell me," He says in a gentler tone, "Please?"
"S-So beautiful," You whimper. You're so embarrassed as you say that out loud to him but, even so, your body is feeling a bit more confident than before. Leading to your legs wrapping around his toned waist and locking him into this position with you—even though you can't verbalize it, you can physically be that confident wife he loves so much.
Which is exactly why Nanami mashes his lips onto yours once you do that and starts fucking you into the bed, groaning, grunting, growling into your mouth as his tongue sloppily meets yours.
After all, what kind of man would he be if he didn't make sure you understood how gorgeous you are on Valentine's day of all days? Which is why the remainder of the night is spent with him asking telling you to compliment yourself.
☆ Gojo Satoru
Oh he’s definitely surprising you with his cock on full display for you. After spending the entire week showering you with gifts and a new surprise each day, how could he not save the best gift for the night of?
“What’s with that look on your face, do you not like your gift?” Your boyfriend, who’s currently sprawled out against the comfort of your shared mattress, asks you as you stand a few feet away simply baffled.
Blinking, you try to gather the display before you as calmly as possible. “Is this why you rushed out the bathroom like that?” You’d asked in return, referring only to a few minutes prior to this as you and your lover had bathed oh-so-romantically together.
Gojo tries his best to flash an indifferent smile, as if he isn’t utterly embarrassed right now.
You’ve got to be the only women he’d ever present himself to like this—matching bathrobe hanging just barely off of his shoulders as he lays across the bed, body dampened with water that glistens under the soft room lighting, cock exposed and throbbing as it typically does when he’s around you, with a tip that’s just as embarrassed and flushed as the rest of his body is, and a bow wrapped firmly around his base.
You hardly know where to place your eyes. He’d been basically courting you all week and loved on you a bit more than normal (which says a lot in itself because this man is just head over heels for you) just for him to end the day with one last surprise for you; himself.
Crossing your arms right under your chest and taking careful steps closer to him, a smile creeps onto your face, “I can get this anytime of the year, how’s this a gift?” You tease before dipping one knee onto the mattress.
Gojo’s rolling his eyes immediately and a pout tugs at his lower lip, “Well… I put a bow on it,” He practically mumbles out to you.
Your boyfriend really had a knack for being so utterly adorable when he wanted to. Which is exactly why you can’t help but proceed to tease him a little. “I can see that ‘Toru,” You hum softly.
And honestly, who are you to refuse a gift like this? Look at the man, he went 'out of his way' just to put a pretty lil' bow on his cock juuust for you!
Obviously you waste no time in enjoying your gift.
It started out with soft banter, a slow removal of your bathrobe, a sensual approach to him on the bed, and a quick position of yourself in between his legs. Although, it didn't take long for you to clasp your teeth onto the ribbon wrapped around him and then give it an eager tug.
By then, Gojo's breath was already heavy. How could it not be? He's got the best girlfriend a man could ever ask for in between his legs and unwrapping his cock with a hungry look in her eyes—of course he's going to have unsteady breathing.
Especially when you look up at his face as you pull the bow loose and allow it to fall out against his bare thighs. Then you're sending him a teasing wink before bringing your lips to the head of his cock. And oh he was leaking the entire time, cum dripping all down the sides of his lengthy cock before your lips fully met him.
Gojo always found himself to be a weak man in the face of you, no matter what he did, and today was no different.
Your freshly manicured nails are the only thing he can focus on to keep himself from cumming on the spot as your hand wraps around his base and you lull your tongue out to meet the crown of his cock.
Giving him one teasing kitten lick, you sigh, "Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are 'Toru?"
You're trying to kill him, clearly. If his face wasn't flushed before, it damn sure is now. This is the only reason why he tries his best to avoid letting you give him head, he always ends up like this—cheeks as red as ever, cock twitching wildly in your hand before he even enters your mouth, and voice coming out with a faint crack as he tries to respond to you.
"N-No," He responds. There's this pitch in his voice that makes your cunt throb. You never knew Gojo Satoru to have a voice crack like that. You hadn't even done anything yet. He's quick to clear his throat though, "I mean, only you've told me that."
Your plumped, lightly saliva-glossed lips wrap around the tip of his cock and his head immediately flies back. Hah, yeah, he's not lasting too long like this. "Do you like it when I tell you how pretty you are?" You whisper softly.
His blue eyes are fixed up on the ceiling now and as you continue to look up at him, you just watch the violent bob of his adam's apple as he gulps. "'Course I do," Gojo tries to say confidently, "I like anything you tell me, sweets."
"Yeah?" You purr. Ah, shit. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Can you look at me, Satoru?" You request softly.
Mhm, he's done for. Not able to tell you no or ignore your gentle request, Gojo forces himself to tip his head back into place and look down at you. Cum starts dribbling out from his fat cockhead again but that's not what makes him lose his mind, no.
What really gets him is the way you stick your tongue out and make him watch his lengthy inches slot into your mouth. Saliva spills past your lips and wets up the rest of his length that your mouth doesn't reach, in which you spread around with your hand as you rotate your palm against his shaft.
He can't help the full body reaction that invokes. He almost immediately sits up a bit straighter and moans, "Fuck.. Can you warn me next time before you just—"
His jaw falls slack the moment you pop your mouth off of his cock and start jerking him off with whatever saliva is left lathering his aching length. Snowy white brows twisting up in a mix of pleasure and confusion, Gojo loses his breath as you lean up to his face and meet his lips with a messy kiss.
"Mmgh," He groans against you, moving a shaky hand to your waist as he kisses you back passionately.
When you pry away from him, you grin. "You like anything I tell you, right?"
He nods, "Uhuh..." Gojo's eyes are low on yours and he wonders where exactly you're going with this. He can't think too clearly with the way you're jerking him off but—
You cut his brain off with a sensual whisper near his lips, "What if I told you about how much I like havin' your cock in my mouth?"
He cums. Right then, right there, in your hand, as prematurely as ever. And that, that is exactly why Gojo hates when you give him head. You can't help but look down at the mess your boyfriend's made of himself in your hand. So much came out that it makes you giggle.
And the fact that you've get to stop moving your hand only makes him choke out your name. To which you tune out, too focused on how much cum is still spurting out of his glazed tip. Then you make this face, as if you were satisfied with just that and...
Gojo thinks he falls in love with you all over again. He spent all week catering to you, today especially, and normally he's the one who has you like this by the end of a special night but here he was—pathetically falling for how much you seemed to enjoy seeing him like this.
Seeing him...submissive.
Yeah, but don't worry. This is only a Valentine's day thing. Trust and believe he will be reversing the roles in a moment. Y'know, as soon as you remove your hand from his cock and stop staring at him like you want to devour him whole.
☆ Choso Kamo
“It’s yours Cho’, take it.”
Did you have any idea what you were even asking for sometimes?
How could you moan out something like that when he’s mid-stoke and expect him to hold back? Of course his hips are gonna start stuttering against you and he’s gonna thrust his thick cock a bit harder than intended as words stumble out his mouth, “H-Huh?” Choso gasps, dumbfoundedly. “But, I wanted to cater to you tonight..” He pouts.
Even while literally being on top of you, gently pressing your legs against your chest, and stuffing you full of his rudely curved cock, he still had a way of being so soft ‘n kind to you. A shade of red decorates his cheeks and the tips of his ears and he’s got that lovestruck look in his eyes as he admires you below him.
Sending him the same smile he fell in love with, “You always cater to me, baby. S’okay, I don’t want you to hold back anymore.” You tell him.
Choso swallows thickly and he halts the movement of his hips for a second, leaving his throbbing cock bulging against the walls of your slobbering pussy. “But, Valentine’s day…” He trails off carefully and his brows meet in confliction, “I should be making love to you—”
Your hands move to cup his cheeks into your palms and you giggle, “You make love to me all year long.” Tugging him down and forcing his eyes to focus solely on your own, “Look at me,” You breathe out, feeling his dick twitch inside you. “Tonight… I want you to fuck me.”
“Princess,” Choso grunts, falling forward a little and motioning to kiss you. Part of him wanted to shut your mouth with his own. If you kept talking to him like that, he was gonna act on desires he’s been suppressing for a long time.
You let him kiss you for a couple of seconds but soon pry your lips away with a wet pop, whispering, “I know you want to,” You point out, earning a mean press of his hips and causing his cockhead to greet your sweet spot with the filthiest french kiss, “Ah… A-And you’ve been such a good boyfriend to me, so—”
Choso tugs his hips back and his expression changes immediately. From soft ‘n loving to something more serious, more feral, “Say that again?” He rasps out.
Your eyelashes meet a couple times in shock at his quick change in demeanor but, you don’t hesitate to hum out to him, “You’ve been a good boyfriend to me.”
His eyes get lower and suddenly his voice is growing huskier, “And the other part? What you said before that.” Choso asks, leaning up slightly and letting your hands leave his face.
“I want you to fuck me,” You repeat, confused as to what exactly this is about to earn you.
The last thing that leaves Choso’s kiss-bitten lips is a low curse of, “Shit.”
Maybe it was the first thing you said that threw him off, the whole thing about how it’s his and he should just take it, or maybe it was the look in your eyes, or even those last two statements. He’s been a good boyfriend? You want him to fuck you?? Shit, how the hell is he supposed to function properly after hearing that?
Which is exactly why it doesn’t take him long to do as you’ve asked to and fuck you down into the bed in the meanest mating press.
Cock bullying into your soaking cunt, husk groans exiting his throat, and hands all over your body to grab and hold onto any bit of your hot skin he can get to—Choso’s treating your pussy ruder than he ever has before. The nasty squelch that echoes into the air after every thrust, the way you moan his name out sexier than he’s heard you before, and the cute twitch and clench of your cunt around his cock all drive him even crazier.
You find yourself embarrassed by how quickly he makes you cum by acting the way he is and you move your hands to cover your face. Choso’s never felt this way before but the sight of you being too shy to show him your expression while he pounds into you makes him a bit greedier.
“Don’t cover your face,” Choso huffs out, “Lemme see you.” Before you could even move one of your hands away, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs it away from you. You gaze up at him all wide-eyed and lost in pleasure, watching pants leave his lips and the way his hair messily falls over you. Getting a bit rougher with his thrusts and watching your eyes get even wider, “This is how you wanted me, isn’t it?” Choso asks.
You’re quick to shoot your other hand to his chest and your nails claw at his skin as you give him the weakest push, jaw stupidly hanging open with moan after moan sliding out your throat. “C-Choso,” You choke when he makes this specific face—almost as if the sight of you pushing at him for a break made his brain short-circuit.
Pupil dilating and cock pulsing inside you, Choso nibbles on his lower lip for a second to bite back a smile before grunting heavily, “You’re pushin’ me away,” He points out before dropping his weight onto you even more. “S’cute…” Choso huffs thoughtlessly. He’s beyond pussydrunk at this point, and hardly even realizes what’s coming out of his mouth. Groaning, “Ugh, I-I thought you said it was mine? Didn’t you want me to take it like it’s mine?” He sears, “Fuck you like I belong t’ya?”
A whimper flies out of your mouth because he’s only emphasizing his every question with a heavier thrust of his cock, gaze locked onto your own so he can watch the way your eyes roll back in bliss.
“That’s it,” Choso whispers to you before lifting himself a little, letting go of your wrist, and bringing that calloused hand of his down to the lower half of your tummy. Then he presses his palm down, “Can you feel me right here?”
Slurred together, “M’gonna cum,” Starts pouring from your lips over and over in a faint whiny whisper and your boyfriend simply fucks you right through it.
Smiling, Choso seems to purr his words out, “Yeahh? C’mon then, cum on this cock,” He grunts, speeding up his pace as he feels you gush all around him, “Get it nice ‘nd messy, princess.”
Your eyes are at the back of your skull by that point and your body quakes beneath your boyfriend. You didn’t know his mouth could be so nasty with you—in a verbal sense, anyway. And the way he was staring down at you, soaking up every moan and mewl that left those pretty lips of yours, fuck it made you wonder why you didn’t ask him to do this sooner.
You’re not sure if he’s ever made you cum that hard before (he has, you’re just a bit too fucked out to remember right now). So, as you come down from your high, he slows himself down, smearing the mix of your cum and the slick that’s been drooling from his tip all against your pulsing walls. Your pants come to a steady halt once you catch your breath and you glance up at him with this dazed look plastered all over your face.
Choso brows furrow and he nuzzles every inch of his cock into you slowly, holding himself back from fucking you into overstimulation, “S-Shit, don’t look at me like that…” He mumbles to you. Aaand just like that he was back to normal, averting his gaze and everything, “Makin’ me nervous..” When his eyes do find yours again, he leans in to engage in an intimate whisper, “Was that too much?”
You fight the urge to use whatever you have left of your stamina to laugh at him. Shaking your head, you palm his cheek again and pull him down to kiss you. Then, you speak in between his lips, “Want you to do it again, Cho’.”
His breath hitches, “O-Oh, you like that?” It takes a second for that to register but when it does, he nods and leans up, confidence returning just like that. “Mh, I’ll keep that in mind for next time. Didn’t think you’d like my mouth to be jus’ as rude as my cock is with you.”
☆ Sukuna Ryomen
“What a stupid Holiday…” Sukuna grumbles out to you not to long after the two of you had arrived home from a rather romantic date. “This is no different than what we normally do," He scoffs, referring to the way you're currently propped up in his lap.
You flash your boyfriend a sly smile and rock your hips back against the bulge that’s poking up against your cunt, “Yeah, but you’re twitching more than normal, ‘Kuna.”
He kisses his teeth and glances away from you dismissively, his grip on your hips tightening. “You have been depriving me of my needs all week,” Sukuna grunts out as you rub over a particularly sensitive part of his cock.
All these stupid layers in between you and him were driving him insane. He had half a mind to toss you into the back seat ‘n rip the flimsy dress you’re wearing right off but after putting him on a sex ban from the last holiday (Christmas) that he did that… he decides to control himself a bit more on this day.
“The buildup will be worth it,” Your voice sounds weirdly sweeter than normal. It’s almost though every syllable that slips off of your tongue makes his entire body react. It was weird. You were weird.
Scoffing again, “I’m sick of this ‘buildup’ nonsense.” Your boyfriend complains to you again.
Your hands trail up along his broad shoulders and you lean closer to him, breasts grazing his beefy chest as you do so, “Sukuna—”
He’s quick to snap his eyes back onto yours due to the closer proximity and there seems to be a faint softening in those typically hard red eyes of his. “Let me at least touch you,” Sukuna murmurs. You swear you notice his face flicker into something almost needy for a split second but perhaps you imagine it.
Or at least, you thought you imagined it until your boyfriend leans closer to you and slithers one of his arms around your waist—the other slipping down to sneak beneath the fabric of your dress and meet your bare skin. Then, he stares directly at your lips, “...Please?”
You’re taken aback by the word that just left his lips. Sukuna Ryomen, your boyfriend of two years, begging you for something? Perhaps he hit his head sometime earlier. “Did you just beg?” You chuckle out lightheartedly, not exactly taking him seriously.
Sukuna remains indifferent, as if he said nothing out of the ordinary. “I did,” He hums, dropping his gaze down to your body atop his and squeezing your leg a bit, “Lift your hips, angel.”
You blink. Then, you feel his cock practically jump under you as your next word leaves your lips, “Sukuna are you…”
Even though you trailed off, he was losing it. You hadn’t let him do anything sexual with you in weeks and today of all days was more tortuous than any other. The dress you wore to dinner, the red lipstick stains you pressed into his neck before you’d even went out, your scent—fuck, you smell ten times sweeter than normal. Maybe it’s just because it’s been a while but, either way, the simple utterance of his name for a third time in a row makes his body so utterly anxious for you.
“I am aching to touch you,” Sukuna huffs, a hinted groan lying beneath his words as he shifts his face into the crook of your neck and inhales strongly. Then, his fingernails dig into the skin of your thigh and his voice grows rougher, “Lift your fuckin’ hips.” He demands, pausing for a couple seconds to let his eyes fall to the back of his head in reaction to the throb he feels against his precum smothered cockhead. “…Please?” Sukuna whispers.
And that was all it took for you. You never knew him to beg and although it was extremely foreign to hear the first time, you wouldn't exactly ignore how sexy it sounded leaving his lips.
He always demands and sometimes asks—never forces, of course, but never ever begs… until today, that is. So how can you possibly find it in you to deny him any longer?
Slowly, you begin to raise your hips and at that very second, you look down and notice his own rolling upwards as he adjusts himself in his seat. He may have asked you to lift but he didn’t think much about how that meant he wouldn’t be feeling your warm panty-clad cunt against his bulge anymore.
With a throaty grumble, Sukuna rubs the bridge of his nose against the skin of your neck and he moves one of his hands in between your legs, “...Thank you.”
Everything about your body was so so addictive. The way you gasp lightly as he presses his fingers against your flimsy panties that hug your cunt so snuggly, the slight arch in your spine, and the way your hand meets his wrist at the touch all drive him mad with lust.
Sukuna could feel his heart pulsing in his chest in a way that was unusual. He’d never felt such strong waves of need until now.
The pads of his two thick fingers rub right in between your slick folds against your panties and he smirks, “All that talk about ‘buildup’ and yet you were more anxious for this than me.” He points out, feeling the twitch that follows his words.
He slowly tugs that soaked fabric to the side and as soon as his fingers rub against your cunt bare, you gasp again. Maybe you were needier than you’d let on. Sukuna retracts his hand for only a second and brings it to his mouth, pressing them against his lips and letting your slick rest there for a moment before returning his fingers to your dripping hole.
Then, you just barely watch him lick his lips and grunt at the taste right against your neck. Then he kisses you and positions two of his fingers to your entrance, easing them both in seamlessly while trailing his kisses up to your jawline.
Whispering hotly into your skin, “Look at that, took me all the way in only one thrust.” He breathes, drawing his fingers outward steadily and feeling the clench your pussy tries to hold him with, “S’warm in here,” Sukuna moans a little and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this before.
Dipping his digits right back into you, your boyfriend works your squelching cunt with ease, soon pressing his thumb against your clit and groaning while you moan over him, “Mmgh, I missed playin’ with her like this. She’s so reactive…”
You were losing your mind just as much as he was, eyes frantically traveling over to his car windows and wondering what someone would think if they passed by and saw this. He didn’t have the darkest tint in the world and even though it was nightfall, a person could gather a erotic idea of what was taking place inside the vehicle rather easily.
A heavy pant falls from your lips, “Hah, w-we should stop, ‘Kuna. What if someone sees—”
“Who cares? I am celebrating my woman on this ‘special’ day,” He tells you, upping the thrust of his fingers ever so slightly as he lifts his head from your neck and looks at you.
He couldn’t get over how much you were soaking his fingers right now, slick trickling down along his skin, decorating his wrist with pretty filth. Oh, you were everything to him—not that he would ever tell you. Instead, he smiles and curls his fingers deep inside you, “Pleasing her special spots, watching her pretty face twist up, cherishing her… loving her.”
Your legs twitch to clamp together at the sound of that. With glossy parted lips, you flash your boyfriend a dumbfounded look, “D-Did you just say you love me?” You utter as the faintest smile of satisfaction tugs at the corner of your mouth.
Sukuna maintains eyes contact with you and shoves his fingers deeper just to watch you lift your hips a bit as if to escape, “In a way, I suppose I did say that, huh?” He laughs a little and his head tilts to the side when he feels your walls throb around his two fingers, more of your slick gushing past your messily parted folds and wetting him up even more.
“Oh, was that to your liking? What if I say it more directly?” He moves to your right ear and says confidently and heavily with that rough voice of his, “I love you.”
Your face falls forward onto his shoulder and you moan messily into him, thighs tensing, and teeth baring just to bite down on him a little as you’re fingered right over the edge. An almost annoyed groan exits your throat and you find yourself frustrated at how embarrassingly quickly you finished.
Now laughing at you, “That’s all it took for you to cum?” Sukuna teases, pulling his fingers out for a second and leaning back to get a glance at it, “Look at this mess you’ve made, ugh.” He hums, parting his fingers and watching the way your release drips all messily along his skin.
“S’your fault,” You puff out against his shoulder.
His smile widens as if he were proud, “My fault? Hm. I suppose I should take responsibility then, yes?”
You lift your head a little and look down to his lap, knowing exactly what he means by that. Then, your gaze raises to his face and you quirk a soft brow before moving one of your hands to adjust his seat.
Sukuna scoffs lightly and leans back against his steadily reclining seat, cocking his head to the side and eyeing you up and down. When your let-back of his seat comes to a stop and there’s enough space for the two of you to move your limbs more freely, your hands find their place on his chest and you trail down. “You wanna.. in here?” You murmur curiously.
“Mhm, smart girl.” Sukuna praises just as your hands meet his waistline. Then, he looks down and nods his chin to your hands, “Now, unzip me.”
☆ Ino Takuma
After spending all day loving and clinging to you more than he normally does, Ino practically forgot to do anything remotely sexual with you. It wasn’t exactly a priority for him on this day. Why would it be? All he wanted to do was see his stunning girlfriend keep that pretty smile on her face all day, sex was the very last thing on his mind.
Though… it becomes rather apparent to him while the two of you are cuddling late that same night. It’s about half an hour past eleven, he’s laying big spoon to you with your back pressed against his chest and your ass flush with his crotch—not that he over-sexualized the position, it was simply cuddling.
It’s not until the show you guys were making fun of switches to a full on passionate sex scene that his eyes ever so naturally shift from the TV and to you laying against him. One of his arms had been idly wrapped around your waist but not even two minutes into the scene and he started moving it. His fingers begin to splay across your stomach and he rubs his palm over the fabric of your shirt for a bit before deciding experimentally angling his head down into your neck and planting a kiss to the side of it.
Just as he dips down, your entire body reacts and you smile. “Takuma?” You whisper whilst his hand creeps to the end of your oversized t-shirt and then slips beneath it so that he can feel on you skin to skin.
Mumbling and trying his best to keep his smile back, “Hm?”
Your head turns back to him and he lifts his mouth away from your neck to meet eyes with you. “Did that scene get you worked up?”
It’s then that it dawns on you for the millionth time that your boyfriend is really just the most delectable man you could’ve ever laid eyes on. Curious brown gaze gleaming down at you as he sits up a little, soft set grin spreading across his face, and voice leaving his throat as gentle as silk, “Not really,” Ino whispers to you. “I jus’ wanna love on you, baby.”
“Yeah?” Your smile widens and he takes that as his sign to lean in and connect his lips with yours.
It's a tender moment between you two at first. Soft pecks that both of you chase for as the other pulls away ever so slightly carefully turn into something more heated. Ino’s lips lock onto yours firmly and he pushes against you, his hand rising further up under your shirt before his palm meets your breasts and he gives you a gentle squeeze.
Groaning into your mouth at the simple contact of your hardening nipple to the center of his hand, Ino can’t help the push of his hips against your own. After that, his touches only grow greedier and greedier. Few words are exchanged between the two of you—only grunts, groans, and breathy moans enter the air for a while as you both melt into one another.
You’ve no idea how much time passes before you end up with two of his skillful fingers working the inner depths of your leaking cunt. His breath is now hot against your ear, “So wet… all I did was kiss you a couple of times,” He chuckles playfully.
A whine leaves your throat and you feel his fingers rub eagerly inside you, “I want more.”
Ino gets a little nervous at the sound of that but, he plays it off as if he were still the one in control of the situation, “Aw, is this not enough for you?” he taunts.
You shake your head and move your hand down over his, guiding his fingers deeper into you.
He starts to get the idea but, instead of fingerfucking you like you so clearly want him to, he tugs his digits out and casually cocks a brow, “Hm. So, what do you want then?”
“You know what I want,” You say, groaning at the loss.
Your boyfriend shrugs innocently and a playful smile dawns across his lips before he looks elsewhere, “Maybe, buuut I wanna hear you ask for it.”
Not hesitating one bit, you lean up closer to him and briefly pull his lower lip into your mouth and suck. Ino’s eyes fall down on your movements and you go from sucking on his lip to kissing him fully, to which he folds. And if that wasn’t enough, when your lips do sever from one another, you whisper, “Can you fuck me, Takuma?”
“Hah, anything for you, beautiful,” He whispers, quickly caught off guard as you turn around to face him full and moving your hands down to his sweats, “O-Oh, we’re eager, are we?”
“Want you inside me,” You grumble, hand sinking past his sweatpants and straight into his boxers to tug his hard cock out.
Ino had let out one last curse in reaction to your eagerness but he damn sure didn’t deny you of anything. It’s not long before you’re lifting one of your legs and he’s stuffing himself inside you as you both continue laying on your sides facing one another. Your leg hooks onto his hip and he ends up with a mean grip onto the underside of your thigh.
Your legs are all intertwined with one another and Ino’s groaning into your neck while he feeds your greedy cunt his cock over and over again, sucking your skin into his mouth, and leaving all sorts of marks on you.
At some point he lets off a moan and feels your pussy grip onto him even tighter than before in reaction, “Like that?” He whispers, taking your next moan as a response, “Uhuh, I can feel it.”
His voice is so caring and attentive with you, despite the constant stretch of his dick past your folds, slick spilling all out your lips and creating the sloppiest mess of wetness where the two of you are connected. His plump cockhead is giving the depths of your cunt the tenderest smooches, obscure sounds leave both your mouth and your pussy with his every thrust into you.
Catching your expression particularly lewd, Ino tries to bring your attention back to him and not his cock for a second, inching closer to your face just to talk to you, “Did… ah, did you enjoy your day, baby?”
Just as he says that to you, you feel his cock glide into that one spot that makes you see stars for a moment. Your jaw falls and you just give him a dumb nod, he’s fucks you so unintentionally good that it makes you lose all trains of thought in only a few minutes—and god when he actually puts in some effort? Now, that’s when you start letting out moans loud enough to earn complaints from your neighbors.
But for now, Ino doesn’t have to do any of that. You’d been secretly worked up from the moment you woke up to breakfast in bed and now that he’s finally giving you want you’ve been craving, you find your body especially sensitive to his every move and word.
Ino, as oblivious as ever, simply grins at you, “I enjoyed my day too, mhm.” He hums, eyes all over the way you’re falling apart on his cock right now. His hips snap forward a little harder and the arms you have wrapped around his neck grasp on to him more, nails scratching at his back in reaction—which leaves the prettiest bright red marks he’ll be sure to admire later.
You let out an embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden jerk of his hips and try hiding your face. Ino scoffs before pushing your body over. You fall onto your back and he remains on his side, lazily continuing the sloppy fuck of his cock into you.
“Don’t go gettin’ all shy on me now,” He says with a kind smile, flicking a hand down to thumb at your clit, “That’s my job, remember?” Your back arches up off the bed and you struggle to look at him, “C’mon, keep those pretty eyes on mine. Mhmm, just like that.” He praises.
A gorgeous string of moans leave you as he pushes one of your legs to get you spread apart even further. Which quickly ends up with him positioning himself on top of you and thrusting into you with more eagerness than before. You’re not sure where his sudden urge to press you down against the mattress comes from but he sure as hell starts beating his leaking cockhead right into that spot he knows drives you crazy.
And as if to contrast the abrupt bullying of his throbbing inches into you, he leans his mouth up and kisses your forehead softly. It was as though his next word was a warning in regards to the way he’s about to treat your cunt, “Love you.” Ino whispers.
Yeah, he only says that during sex when he’s either about to cum—which usually consists of those two words being uttered over and over, but one single claim of loving you always leads to your legs parted nice and wide for him so that he can look down and watch his cock disappear inside you.
Which is honestly one of his favorite sights, especially when you let him cum inside you, then he gets the chance to watch the creamy mess struggle to stay in your cunt. What better gift to the two of you on this day than that?
boyfriend!takuma who leaves cute notes with doodles around the apartment, leaving them in places he knows you'll look daily.
boyfriend!takuma who takes you on an art picnic date but can't draw to save his life. Don't worry, he'll still try his hardest.
boyfriend!takuma that takes you to a skate park for the first time and laughs when you fall on your ass before falling on his.
boyfriend!takuma that comes home and yaps to you about Nanami while you snuggle under the blanket listening happily. (You both need that.)
boyfriend!takuma who brings home stray animals. He can't help it; he has a big heart. Now you're both snuggled up with your two grown fur babies.
boyfriend!takuma who's a sneaker head. He has a whole room dedicated to his collection, but not just for himself. If he's buying shoes, you can guarantee he's buying you some. His girl has to be spoiled, too.
boyfriend!takuma who loves seeing you in his clothes. He purposely leaves them out for you to wear. He loves the faint scent of you left on his hoodies.
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boyfriend!takuma brags about you to his friends all the time. He loves you so much that even the thought of you gets him hard.
boyfriend!takuma who pulls you on his lap when he's gaming, rubbing on your thighs during the queue.
boyfriend!takuma that has your shirt rolled up, eyes on the screen, while he sucks on your nipples. You tug on his hair to get him to look at you.
boyfriend!takuma hates not giving you his full attention. He soon has you bent over his desk, splitting you in half. "You can take it pretty."
boyfriend!takuma holds you down when you sit on his face. His favorite thing is being squished by your thighs. If you worry about suffocating him, he'd tell you that he'd die happy.
You use your hand to fan yourself, the heat making your skin sticky. A groan left your lips as you plop on the couch.
"This is literal fucking torture. I don't understand why the power went out when it's not even raining that hard." Your eyebrows furrowed.
The couch dipped next to you, his light cologne hitting your nose. "I know, hopefully it comes back on soon, but hey, it's not that bad, right?"
Your eyebrow lifts as your eyes meet his. "How is it not? It's hot as hell."
He leaned down, his lips pressing against your temple, nose, cheek, then finally making it to your lips. Your body betrayed your frustration, heat rising to your cheeks as you pulled him closer. The corners of his mouth curled upward as he pulled back.
"You know, maybe if you shed a few layers you wouldn't be that hot."
You glare at him before finally sitting up. "Takuma, I only have on a t-shirt."
"Exactly." He grins
You grab a pillow, chucking it at his head. He let out the cute snorting laugh he always had before pulling you on his lap. "You're such a perv." Your fingers gently glide through his hair.
"Hmm, yeah, but I'm serious."
His hands slide up to your waist. His eyes drop to your lips, then slowly back up. The air suddenly felt so much thicker, making your breathing shift. You close the gap, his warm lips pressing against yours.
Your hand moves to the back of his head, wanting him impossibly closer. His fingertips graze your thighs teasingly before gripping your ass. As you pull back, his lips desperately chase yours, eyes puppy-like, and eyebrows furrowed.
His hand bunched up the fabric of your shirt as he pulled you flush against him. The kiss was hungry, his tongue parting your lips. A whine left him as you shifted on his lap, grinding against him.
His hands easily slid under your shirt, moving to grab your breast. As his thumbs grazed over your nipples, he broke the kiss only to trail them down your neck instead. He pressed his body against yours until your back hit the couch cushion, caging you underneath him. The candles flickered in the back, casting a shadow of you both on the wall.
Safe to say you two had plenty to distract you from the power being out.
sarcasm dripped from your lips like water.
well, great going for takuma ino; he loves water, drinks it everyday.
contains: black fem reader. omegle. nsfw speak but no nsfw happens. ino laughing you out of your drawls (not really but really), lots of laughter (its so corny), reader says a slur she can reclaim because she is BLACK, skateboarder takuma || banner art creds go to @/papalimatango
word count: 2.3k
riea's comments: i wrote this with black!reader in mind because i am black and this is my page and i do what i want over here. that being said, if you are not black, the experience you'll have reading this would not immensely change, just skip over that word when you get to it! spreading my older sibling takuma agenda everywhere i dont give a gaf!!!! anyways i really like this idea and i wanna write more for it!! also i heard about the small font not being accessible to everyone so i'll stop using it for my works! okay bai guys i love u ^_^
"hi! how are you?"
"can i cum to you?"
"send me 200."
"stupid bitch."
you quickly skipped him, sighing as you stared at the ceiling. "i can't believe this! the brokie calls me a stupid bitch! everything is about dick dick dick. sex sex sex. damn, a girl can't have a simple conversation nowadays? 'hi, how are you?' oh yeah, let me whip my cock out. fuckin' weirdo." you'd been on omegle for the past hour now, a (bad) decision made out of boredom. the only not weird people you've encountered were either high out of their minds or other women and with such a male-dominated website with a bunch of freaks, they were hard to find.
"like oh my god, men will do this dumb shit and then talk about the male loneliness epidemic. nigga, its YOU!!! YOU'RE THE ONE CAUSING THIS. YOU ARE THE PROBLEM."
"i agree." a voice came from your computer speaker and your head snapped back into its natural position. a man (great…) greeted you with a wave, "hi. i would ask how you are but… it doesn't look like you're doing too well." a hand ran over your face as you tried to collect yourself, "yeah, i just hate this website. everyone's so freaked out."
his eyes lit up and suddenly he was talking a mile a minute, "bro, i was showing this guy some of my skateboard tricks, and he was like 'can i ride on your skateboard?' and i'm like 'yeah dude, if i ever see you.' and then he's like 'no.' with a smirk. and i'm getting scared now. he goes 'no, your skateboard.' so i hold up my skateboard just like this," he reaches for something out of frame and shows his board. the underside was decorated with various stickers and you caught a glimpse of his grip tape.
"just like this, and i'm like 'this skateboard?'" his voice gets deeper, "'no, the one in your pants.' and i just stare at him."
"pfft—"
your laugh interrupts his story, but he didn't seem to mind. from the screen of his monitor, he saw how a hand flew over your mouth to suppress your giggles, the other repeatedly hitting your desk, sending loud thumps through your mic, all while rocking back and forth in your chair. that really tickled you, huh? "that—," you let out another laugh, "that doesn't even make sense!" after a second of staring at your shaking figure, he started to laugh with you.
"and that's not even the worst part! then, i heard something."
your fit began to subside, "something like what?"
"i was hearing wet sounds—if you know what i mean. and moaning!"
your laughter abruptly stopped and your voice dropped, "what?"
he shook his head as a breathy laugh escaped his lips, "it was so crazy. i started crying and then i skipped, right, and the next person laughed in my face, said to 'get a grip', and then skipped me!!!"
your face twisted into a frown, a result of not being able to string words together to respond. you took a proper look at him for the first time—brown hair peeking out from under his beanie and a faded band tee that looked like it had been washed a thousand times. he had kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed.
a hand slid the beanie off his head and threw it somewhere out of view, revealing his wolf cut. "so," he said, leaning forward and propping his chin on his hand, "are you gonna tell me your horror stories or do i have to beg? because i will. i've got no shame left after today."
you let out a small sigh, "fine," you said, dragging your gaze away from his face and back to the task at hand, ignoring the subtle flip your heart did. "okay, so earlier, i had a guy who claimed he was a 'spiritual healer' and that i needed to 'open my root chakra' by—and i quote—'letting his energy inside me.'"
his jaw dropped. "no."
"yes," you nodded. "and then when i said no, he told me my aura was 'murky' and that i'd never find love. like…, okay bro, you're on omegle asking strangers to be your energetic fleshlight, but i'm the one with the murky aura? get the fuck off my screen."
"energetic fleshlight???" he repeated in a shocked tone, trying (and failing) to contain his laugh. you watched as his form moved across the frame—controlled by his giggles—and smiled adjusting your top. it was a simple low cut lace trimmed cami in a pink that perfectly complimented your skin tone. his eyes darted down for the briefest second, catching the way the fairy lights behind you cast soft shadows across your skin, before he snapped his gaze back to your face. a flush crept up his neck, visible even through the grainy feed, and he cleared his throat, suddenly very interested in picking at a loose thread on his jeans.
he tried to recover, gesturing vaguely behind you. "your room's dope, by the way. i've been meaning to say that." his eyes roamed over the backdrop—the tangle of fairy lights draped over a corkboard stuffed with polaroids, your display of figures and manga, and the pink meshy fabric draped atop your bed.
"thanks," you smiled, "i like yours too."
he looked at you and you looked at him and somehow fifteen seconds of staring at each other in silence passed before one of you spoke.
the mini figure on your desk seemed to be much more interesting than the guy's piercing eyes. if you'd stare any longer, you swore he'd hypnotize you. "so, uh, your grip tape." you started. his eyes slightly widened as he tilted his head, "yeah? what about it?"
"it's pink!"
"oh yeah," he grabbed his board and showed the face of it, "my sisters picked it out. cute, right?"
the grip tape was bright, a bubblegum pink with designs drawn in what looked like silver sharpie. you tilted your head, a grin spreading across your face. "your sisters picked it out?"
"yeah, i've got two younger ones—twins, actually. they're twelve and—not to toot my own horn—but they think i'm pretty cool, so they begged to decorate my board." he shrugged, but there was a softness in his voice. "i couldn't say no. took my board for an hour and brought it back like this." he positioned the board closer to the camera and you saw the hearts, flowers, and little stick figures sprinkled on the grip tape.
"that's actually the sweetest thing i've heard all night," you admitted, your voice going warm. "you're a good big brother."
he ducked his head, a bashful smile tugging at his lips. "they're my biggest fans, honestly. i can't let 'em down." he set the board down, running a hand along the grip tape absentmindedly. "plus, they're the only ones who think the tricks i do are cool. my friends just laugh when i eat pavement."
you let out a small giggle and tucked your legs up onto your chair, hugging your knees. the motion made your cami shift again, the low neckline dipping just a little lower, exposing more of your collarbone and the delicate chain of a necklace you hadn't taken off since you got it. that flush crept up his neck again and he cleared his throat a little too loudly.
caught you, you thought, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smirking.
"aww," you cooed, letting your voice drop into something softer, just to see what it would do to him. "your sisters sound adorable. do they skate too?"
he blinked, like he'd momentarily forgotten what you were talking about. "oh—uh, yeah, they're learning. i got them mid size decks for their birthday last year and we've been hitting up the skate park every wednesday since. they've made a lot of progress, way more than i made during my first year of learning. it took them six months to kickflip—six! took me just over a year!" he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "sorry, i'm rambling. i just," he gestured vaguely, "i get excited talking about 'em."
"no, don't apologize," you hummed, "it's nice. seeing a guy actually talk about his family."
a small smile creeped to his lips, "well, they're all i've got. how could i not love 'em?"
the stupid feeling in your heart came back in full swing. (definitely not!!!!!!) falling for an omegle man??? hell no. i rebuke, i rebuke, i rebuke! but god, was he fine. and funny. and loves his family. and has one hobby that you know of but you'd be so so eager to find out more… fuck. you had to get it together.
"how about i show you some of my tricks?" he wasn't going to wait for an answer, already backing up, skateboard in hand and angling the camera slightly downwards.
"go ahead, knock yourself out." you paused, a teasing grin tugging at your lips. "not literally."
"don't worry," he smirked, "i'm a pro."
you watched him shuffle out of frame, the camera catching only the edge of his shoulder and the top of his wolf cut as he positioned himself somewhere in his room. you heard the clatter of his board hitting the floor, the squeak of shoes against what sounded like hardwood.
"okay, okay," his voice came from off-screen, slightly muffled. "just a warm-up. don't judge me."
"i'm judging you so hard right now," you called back, amused.
you heard him take a breath, then the sound of wheels rolling—a quick push, a shuffle of feet—and then a loud thud followed by a muffled curse.
he reappeared in frame, slightly out of breath, running a hand through his messy hair. "that was—that was a warm-up. i was testing the board."
"uh-huh," you said, raising an eyebrow. "sure."
he disappeared again. this time you heard a more determined push, a jump, and then a clatter that sounded suspiciously like his board hitting the wall. a string of muttered curses followed—"shit—no, no, i got this—"
he popped back into view, cheeks flushed, grinning through the embarrassment. "okay, okay. third time's the charm. i'm feeling it now. watch this."
you leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand, thoroughly entertained. "i'm watching."
he vanished again. you heard him stomp on the board, the familiar click of an ollie, and then—crash—the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor, followed by a yelp and the clatter of the skateboard skidding across the room.
a beat of silence.
then he appeared back in his chair, practically hopping into it, his hair more disheveled than before, a smudge of dust on his cheek, and his board nowhere in sight. he scratched his jaw, refusing to meet your eyes.
"uh," he started, clearing his throat, "i'm a little rusty, that's all. i—i prefer a little more space when doing tricks, y'know. room's kinda…," he trailed off, looking around him with a dramatic wave, "cramped."
you bit your lip, failing to suppress your laughter. the giggles bubbled out of you, first a snort, then a full cackle as you doubled over, your hand slapping your desk.
"cramped?" you wheezed. "you just ate shit in front of me and you're blaming your room?"
he groaned, covering his face with both hands. "i hate you. i hate you so much right now."
"no, you don't," you said, still laughing, wiping a tear from your eye.
he peeked through his fingers, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "okay, maybe i don't hate you. but i'm never doing a trick on camera again. that was humiliating."
"bro said his room is cramped."
"are you making fun of me?!" he gasped, crossing his arms to appear more intimidating (it didn't work.)
"whaat? me? noo, not at all!"
sarcasm dripped from your lips like water.
well, great going for the guy; he loves water, drinks it everyday.
you both dissolved into laughter (again! this man was really about to laugh you out yo panties!), the kind that made your stomach hurt and your cheeks ache. as you calmed down, you noticed him watching you—really watching you—his gaze tracing the curve of your smile, the way your eyes crinkled at the corners. his own lips were still parted from laughing, and he seemed to forget to close them for a second.
"you're really pretty when you laugh," he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them. he froze, then quickly added, "i mean—you're pretty all the time. but like—when you laugh, you—" he stopped, groaned, and dropped his head onto his desk. "i'm gonna stop talking now."
your heart fluttered and you played with the pendant of your necklace, suddenly aware of the warmth spreading across your own cheeks. "it's okay," you said softly. "you're pretty cute when you're flustered."
he lifted his head, eyes meeting yours. there was something vulnerable in them, maybe hopeful.
"i'm serious, though," you continued, your voice dropping. "i haven't laughed like this in... i don't even know how long. so thanks."
"anytime. that's my specialty."
you both smiled at each other through the screen, the silence comfortable and warm. outside your window, the city hummed its nighttime song, but in your room, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away.
"hey," he said, his voice quieter now, "can i ask you something?"
"sure."
"i don't normally do this, but—do you have, like, discord? or instagram? or a number? or a… carrier… pigeon?" he winced. "wait. that sounded so desperate. ignore that. pretend i didn't say anything."
"wow, won't even ask for my name?" you scoffed, shaking your head in disappointment.
"uhh, i mean, what'syourname?"
you tried to fight the smile but it was inevitable, he's good at this. (is he good or are you easy…?) "[name], i'm [name]."
"i'm takuma. nice to officially meet you, [name]."
"nice to officially meet you too, takuma."
he grinned. takuma could get used to hearing his name in your voice.
the living room looked as though a storm had rolled through it.
every blanket in the apartment had disappeared from it’s closet, every couch cushion had been stolen, and dining chairs had been dragged away.
the dining table held a huddle of people, who you could only assume to be your husband and your toddler, under a massive makeshift blanket fortress.
slowly, you part the misshaped entryway to the fort and find baby!yuji and sukuna trying to put up fairy lights.
your heart warms at the crooked attempt and you clear your throat signaling your arrival.
sukuna, jerks completely back into a position of nonchalance as if he had nothing to do with this and baby!yuji crawls over to you.
“mama, d’you like?” he grabs your cheeks, making you admire his masterpiece.
you smile heartily at your son, eyes flicking up to your husband trying to understand what led to this.
“this is nice suki” you quirk a brow at him.
you watch as a slight tinge of pink climbs up sukuna’s neck into his cheeks, when he realizes what you’re implying.
he mumbles under his breath, “brat, wanted it”
you chuckle lightly, “didn’t think you were one to oblige”
sukuna abruptly turns away from you, his heart pattering faster than usual at being caught when being tender towards his own son’s wishes.
gosh you wished he’d take it in stride, but alas you get an adorably annoyed husband, and an even cuter photocopy of him.
now that the lights are all set up, you all sit cross legged under the fort, the fairy lights casting a soft glow.
baby!yuji scoots closer until he’s practically sitting in sukuna’s lap.
“i haf ghost story” yuji whispers, mustering up his scary tone,
which just comes out entirely endearing for the both of you.
“you know a scary story?” you asked.
he nodded gravely, “very, very scary”
sukuna folded his arms,
“ghosts aren’t real, curses on the otherha-“ you cut him off with a nudge to his elbow.
“let’s hear it yu,”
“tch.”
yuji puts on his best serious expression, “one time…there was a ghost”
“the ghost was purple”
“purple?” you ask, and he nods.
“and he had four sockies”
“socks?” sukuna questioned, and yuji nodded eagerly.
“and he go ‘wooo…’” yuji wiggled his fingers “‘woo… where are my sockies’ he say”
“did he find his socks?” you question,
“no mama, listen story still going” you shush immediately letting him have his moment.
“he check washing machine, he check under bed, no sockies”
“then…he go to….laundry basket...” yuji pauses for dramatic flair.
“andthereismonstereatinghisfoursockies” he says this in one breath and then jumps at both you and sukuna, with a “BOO!”
you mock surprise immediately clinging onto sukuna’s arms and you’re amazed to see sukuna playing along.
“no yuji, mama’s scared helppp” you whine, trying to make it convincing.
yuji bursts into giggles while hugging you tight, “no mama, it is only story”
“i’m scared too…damn” sukuna mutters, but yuji just gives a look of absolute disbelief “papa lie”
“what?”
“papa not scared”
“why?”
“PAPA is big and scary”
now it’s your turn to burst into laughter while sukuna chases yuji out of the fortress, with a “come here you little brat” followed by baby!yuji’s squeals.
firefly; i’ve been soooo into mobile games these days especially the cooking frenzy ones..
⡴ looking through bf!fratkuna’s highschool yearbook
you first saw it around 10 minutes ago when he held open the door to his room for you. right on his nightstand below his hanging spider-man lamp you’d gotten him for his birthday, probably using the hard cover as a coaster.
and now you’d unfortunately have to admit curiosity had struck you. so now, the moment he goes downstairs to rummage through the frat house’s cabinets for snacks, you’ve hooked your finger on the hard edge. you do it so quietly like you’re worried if you make the faintest peep he’ll come running up here.
as soon as you hear his distinctly angry voice yelling at gojo downstairs for something, just muffled enough you can’t hear exactly what, you start to flick through the pages.
you have to hold back an excited squeal when you land on the page for the ‘s’ names of the seniors, eyes darting across the paper till you find his photo. you actually do squeal then.
his face is just as grumpy as you remember it, clearly not changing with time in any way. he’s dressed in a stark black polo with the collar fully buttoned up, which you’re assuming he was forced into, considering how adamant he is against it now. his pink hair is slicked back with even thicker gel than he uses now with more of a fade than you remember, tapering to black at the underside of his neck. the most jarring, or rather different thing is the lack of facial tattoos he has. he almost looks weird without the ink scattered across his cheekbones and forehead. the ones streaming across his arms are still present, though.
you fumble to take your phone out your pocket and get a picture, snapping it as quickly as you can.
then, you flip to the pages at the back, the ‘senior class’ one’s with all the photos of he and his classmates. there’s one with all students lined up on the gym bleachers, and him with a foul grimace and staring directly at the camera like he wants to kill the photographer.
then there’s a couple from the culinary class section. and you swear your face drops seeing his face, smiling, dicing up vegetables. you swear this is the happiest you’ve ever seen his face, second only to the time when yuji tripped and skimmed his knee while you two were babysitting him—which made him burst out into actual laughter, and actual laughing tears.
he’s slicing up an onion while other various veggies sit separated on the board next to it. he’s got chunks of beef sautéing on a burner next to it and he couldn’t look happier.
you can’t help but smile seeing him like this, before snapping another picture and turning to the back to see if he had any signatures. you expect for them to be blank, assuming if you asked him he’d say “that’s trivial. why would i care about those maggots’ names?” in his deep voice with a genuine grimace while recollecting.
well, before you can even gaze upon the page, you’re startled by the sound of his door clicking open.
you fling the heavy book closed and off your lap before you can even think as you jump.
he stares at the cover, face up lying on the hardwood floor, flicks his eyes back to you in your embarrassed state, then drops the bags of chips he’s brought up onto his dresser to pick his yearbook up from the floor.
he stares down at it like he wants to crush it then and there before asking, “did you see my photo?”
“…yes.” you say, looking up at him from his bed.
he stares back at you, then forms his hand into a point and walks towards you.
“you will forget it. you will forget my quote, my photo, my—”
“OH MY GOSH I FORGOT TO CHECK YOUR QUOTE!”
you reach your hand out to try and grab for the book before his other hand grabs at your wrist midair, and holds the book above his head.
“no. i am going to burn this.”
“whyyyyy?” you whine staring up at him while he watches unamused. “you look cute!”
“i look weak. feeble and homely.” he deapans, but still flustered saying it, turning his face away from yours. “you shouldn’t see me that way.” his tan skin flushes a deep pink.
he grabs the chips off his dresser before tossing them over to you, then yanking open his bottom drawer and slamming the book shut in it.
“what? you wanna look all strong in front of me?” you tease from his bed while he scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“you’re my girlfriend,” he says, before hopping onto his bed and yanking your lazing body on top of his, still with his face away from you in embarrassment. “i’d prefer to.”
“do you not want me to see cause some girl signed it?” you ask, knowing fully well he was a virgin with no history of a relationship before he met you, claiming he was ‘too good for those girls’.
he groans, now staring into your eyes, clearly annoyed.
“my nickname in school was ‘future cannibal’, do you truly believe i had women fawning over me?” he deadpans while you burst into laughter, dropping your head into the crevice of his neck.
“with all that hair gel i guess not.” you joke.
“you’ll find that funny until i find your yearbook and spread those photos around.”
someone save me from my sukuna brainworm he’s overtaking me
cw: MDNI, cursing, suggestiveness, reader refers to themselves as "mamas".
a/n: sukuna lowkey pathetic. like. stand up boy. also, i dont know if people didn't see my post stating taglist is closed and me mentioning in the previous post as well that it's closed, but so many of y'all flooded the notes asking to be added😭 i'm so sorry that i haven't been able to, because its been closed this entire time💔 anywaysss
Zayne freezes at your words, glancing over his shoulder at you. Your arms are crossed, clearly annoyed at his choice of clothing for the day. He glances down, trying to understand what the issue is. It's a fitted black turtleneck and a pair of slacks. What could be so wrong with it?
"You look too hot." You answer his unasked question, walking over to him with a pout on your face.
"It's quite thin. I won't overheat." He's still a little confused. Did you forget his evol keeps him cool?
"Not that kind of hot. Just...you look too sexy. It's bad enough you have a face like that. With this outfit? Someone would snatch you away in an instant." Your arms slip around his waist, hugging him almost posessively.
Heat begins to creep up his neck. Of course he was aware he was attractive, but it wasn't something he actively tried to be. Mostly he kept himself in good shape for the sake of his health, with the added bonus of your appreciation.
"Should I change?"
You sigh, hands beginning to slip under his shirt and trace the muscles of his abdomen. He tenses at the feeling, raising a brow at you. Still, he can't help but be flattered.
"It would be for the best. I think you could cause a car crash looking like this. And think of your patients! If you were my doctor and I had heart problems, I think I would drop dead the moment you walked in the door."
"I am your doctor."
"Exactly. Now go change. Put on a cardigan. Maybe two for good measure."
Well, at least now he knows what to wear when you're giving him the silent treatment.
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