toji's so pussywhipped he wants to marry you! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
18+ mdni! based on this req
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what’s gotten into him? i mean, it’s been hours and he can’t seem to pull out away.
“c’mon princess, keep those eyes open for me.” he groaned above you, rutting into you with smooth, long, and languid strokes.
you’d never heard him so desperate before, and right now, I don’t think you could even process that.
it’s been hours, a blur of positions, and countless creampies. right now, he’s got you on your side with your thigh wrapping around the front of his waist. god, could he even be any deeper?
yes. yes he can.
“‘ji...ngh…i can’t anymore..hic! t-too s-sensitive now…” you practically pawed at him, leg flailing briefly before his veiny, deft hand wrapped around the meat of your thigh. flawlessly, toji hoists your leg further up to rest on his shoulder, his wide tip kissing your womb over and over.
“aww, but pussy’s telling me otherwise, princess. she wants it deeper ’n harder, right? right, princess?” he mocked, his tone pitched up to a teasing lilt, while briefly speaking to your throbbing and gushy pussy. he stared down at you with a shit-eating grin plastered across his scarred lip as he purposely leaned down closer to you, to angle to hips better. he groans like a bitch and you can’t get enough.
“fuck. look up at me baby? eyes on mine c’mon, yes, look- there’s my pretty girl. hi baby.” he chuckled deeply, head tilting to the side, lips barely brushing yours to tease.
"haah... still so fuckin tight, princess.” toji rasped, completely arched over you, sweaty forehead resting on yours. both of your legs were now thrown over his shoulders and bent into a mean mating press. your mind was too mushy to realize this change in position, each thrust pushing all other thoughts out of your silly cockdrunk mind.
he tried to keep a steady pace, he really did. but by god how your walls fluttered and pulsed around him was trap he had no desire of escaping.
it wasn't enough to just be inside you anymore. he needed something permanent.
his hips began to stutter.
“fuck, baby…” he managed to pant out, uttering a desperate and breathless laugh. his gaze dropped down to your hands clawing at his biceps, branding his skin with your nails.
"pussy so good, gonna put a ring on your finger, doll.” he panted out breathlessly, just barely falling off the tip of his tongue as his thrusts increased in speed and rhythm. “i mean it, princess.”
your chest heaved, a breathless gasp caught in the back of your throat, eyes widening and watering. your cheeks grew even hotter and burned a cute crimson as your walls convulsed around his girth, so tight, that toji whined. you buried your face into the pillow whimpering out a broken, pathetic sound as a slick thread of saliva dribbled down your chin.
toji smirked, chuckling beneath his breath. “fuuuuck yeah you want that too, don’t you, princess?"
toji’s hand slithered from your collarbone, over your breast, alllll the way down to your lower belly. his palm slowly pressed down on your tummy, forcing you to feel the bulge of his cock...as if you hadn’t already.
“you want everyone to know you belong to a piece of shit like me, huh?” he taunted, getting off on the self-degradation.
"show me how bad you want that ring, ma. milk me for it. i know you can clench harder f’me- yeaahh...there you go, f-fuck…” he threw his head back and closed his eyes shut, his scarred lip twitching as he started driving into you wildly.
“yeahhh….my girl wants me to lock her down and make her stay with me forever, huh? maybe even put a baby in you if you’re that much of a slut.”
"'t-toji please....please i-i want it!" you begged, arms wrapped around him and clinging onto his back.
that's all he needed to hear. he let out a breathy, ruined laugh against your lips, finally claiming them in a messy kiss. with one last push, toji let out a pathetic, strained whine as he poured another heavy creampie into you. he now hunched over you, panting in tandem and into your hair, his heaving chest mirroring yours. his hand came up to cup your jaw lovingly, thumb wiping the drool from your lip with a certain gentleness that proved his devotion.
it was true- you had him in the palm of your hand. and judging by the desperate look in his eyes, he was already planning the ring to match.
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THIS TOOK FOREVER IM SORRY but i hope this satisfies your cravings ദ്ദി◝ ⩊ ◜.ᐟ
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friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but you’re actually benefitting from the ‘friendship’ and not begging for him to spend the night after he bends you into myriads of poses you didn’t know you could handle while pounding your cunt into a fucking waterpark.
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he’s actually kinda hurt when you kick him out of your house after you came over 5 times from oral and his dick. maybe not kinda…but god forbids he expresses that to you cuz a man gotta keep his aura yknow?
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he burns the image of you sleeping and drooling on his chest and resist the urge of licking your saliva off your lips cuz he’s a freak like that, dreams abt fucking you on the countertop in the mornings and kiss you goodbye as you leave for work like he’s a thing—like a boyfriend, or a husband??????
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he realises he’s fallen in love with his hot nonchalant baddie ‘friend’ and he’s freaking out when he accidentally blurs out ‘I love you’ while he cums hard in your hot little pussy.
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he’s actually fucking sulking like a 9 year denied McDonalds because you pretend you didn’t hear the desperate, come-fueled confession from the deepest part of his cock just so you can continue being JUST friends with benefits.
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro who catches himself stare out of the window after you rejected his invitation for dinner as if he’s heartbroken. and maybe he is???? AS FUCK????? so what????
friends with benefits with toji fushiguro but he doesn’t wants to be friends with benefits anymore because he’s pussy-whipped and he’s so fucking in love with you and your beautiful eyes and your beautiful voice and your beautiful brain and he’d do anything to be your thing—your anything more than a fucking ‘friend’ 💔💔💔
you were in the middle of preparing lunch, humming a nameless tune under your breath—it was noon already. wind chimes singing in the tepid breeze. with the sunshine beaming through and into the house. humble and too quiet, especially with a toddler and a husband like toji.
lightly cooked noodles topped with earthy vegetables, freshly picked from the garden out in the backyard. imitation crab for you and megumi. ham for toji. a cooled chicken broth to combat the sweltering heat, to cut down on turning on the furnace. seasoned and slightly spiced for toji.
in the distance, the clanging of toji’s tools loudly trail inside. your husband meticulously working on a junk car echoes throughout, fueled by his old school rap tracks and…megumi’s constant squealing when a bird lands on the driveway. it was his ‘summer project’. a fixer that was going to carry his family across country for road trips.
your eyes dart across the kitchen, the living area where the television softly chatters, before landing on the garage door.
“you wanna do this when you grow older like papa? you gotta focus, boy. never mind that damned bird. “ toji holds up a wrench, emerald orbs glaring back into a pair of identical ones—just more innocent, much bigger and more beautiful. megumi owlishly gazes up at his father. blinking. mouth parting.
before his arm swings. his hand colliding with his chunky thigh as he argumentatively babbles.
toji’s eyebrows furrow, frowning.
“whaddya saying, dude? you don’t wanna do this anymore? “ offended, he asks his little boy, ruffling his obsidian hair, playfully.
you open the garage door, nearly hollering out that lunch was finished and that toji ought to come inside for a break.
the sight in front stops you. really. your husband standing tall in front of megumi—white tee tucked into his pocket while he remains shirtless, sweating. alluring, but you resist against your urges, especially in front of little megumi.
“i gotta give you my shop and trust y’re gonna treat it well. take care of it. not sell it to these money-hungry bastards out here. “
almost as if he understood his father’s words, clinging onto them like they were sacred, he nods his head. strong and confident.
toji huffs out a chuckle, smile dropping when megumi grunts out. his little face twisting with an immature agony that was too adorable.
“da-da! “
“you actin’ like this offends you-thats me, boy, i’m offended. “
you chuckle, shaking your head in mild disbelief.
“you’re confusin’ me, really. your mother’s gonna give me another kid, maybe they’ll receive this…conversation better- “
“yeah, if you’re having the child- “ you interject, standing in the doorway with an amused expression.
“we’ll talk about it, your momma and i. “ toji huffs out a chuckle, eyes turning to where you stand. a shit-eating smirk creeps onto his face.
“toji, come in and eat. stop stressing my baby out. “ you sigh.
hard of hearing!simon riley who comes home from a long op to you already mid-rant about your day, talking at full volume while you cook. He doesn’t flinch at the noise like he does with everyone else. Instead his shoulders drop, he leans against the doorway, and just watches you with that unreadable stare. You’re the only sound that doesn’t make his head hurt.
hard of hearing!simon riley who leaves little notes on the counter when his hearing is especially shot, but still pulls you into his lap on the couch so he can feel your chest vibrate while you yap. He rests his good ear against you, eyes half-closed, letting your endless chatter and giggles rumble through him like a balm.
hard of hearing!simon riley who fucks you with one hand cupped behind your head, tilting your mouth right against his better ear. He wants every broken whimper, every loud “Simon—fuck—right there—”, every single rambling praise you can’t stop spilling while he pounds into you deep and slow.
hard of hearing!simon riley who flips you onto all fours and presses his chest to your back, mouth right behind your ear. He rails you with one hand gripping your jaw so your loud, desperate moans go straight into his better ear. “Louder,” he grunts every time your voice starts to crack. “Need to hear you fall apart.”
hard of hearing!simon riley who discovers he can make you scream by curling his thick fingers just right while eating you out. He sucks on your clit and pumps two fingers deep, eyes locked on your face as you yap and cry and moan loud enough that the neighbors probably hate you. He doesn’t care. The louder you get, the harder he works you until you’re gushing on his tongue.
hard of hearing!simon riley who fucks you against the wall with your legs wrapped around his waist. He keeps one hand behind your head so your face stays buried against his neck and shoulder. Every time you moan and babble right into his good ear he slams into you harder, chasing that perfect pitch in your voice when you’re about to cum.
hard of hearing!simon riley who, on nights when the tinnitus is brutal, puts in earplugs on purpose just to heighten everything else. He fucks you in complete silence for him — only feeling the slap of skin, the way your body vibrates with every loud moan, your nails raking down his back. When he finally yanks the plugs out and your wrecked, screaming orgasm floods his ear, he cums instantly, burying himself to the hilt with a broken groan.
hard of hearing!simon riley who keeps you plugged full of his cock after he cums, lying on top of you while you’re still yapping sleepily. You’re mumbling about how full you feel, how much you love when he fucks you stupid, how his cum is leaking out already — soft, cockdrunk rambling right against his ear. He stays buried inside you, eyes closed, letting your voice lull the ringing away until he falls asleep.
hard of hearing!simon riley who starts waking you up with his head between your thighs just so the first thing he hears in the morning is your loud, surprised moan turning into endless yapping as he works you open with his tongue and fingers. Best sound in the world.
SUMMARY: [stalker toji!x reader!] After working late at night, you choose to save a few bucks and walk home through the poorly lit back alleys instead of taking a cab and end up getting followed by this huge scary looking man.
CONTENT WARNING: non-con : graphic violence : p in v : deep penetration : cervix fucking : hand over mouth : stalking : explicit language : size difference : manhandling : choking : gagging (fingers) : pet names : lifted/carried sex : dead dove; do not eat
His large hand clamps over your mouth, his fingers digging in your cheeks, squishing them roughly, muffling your moans and cry for help as your palms press flat against the old building’s wall.
“Fuccckkk, you feel so damn good” he says, letting out a groan and pulling out his fat cock only to push it back balls deep inside you as your body jerks violently forward, trying desperately accommodate to the brutal stretch, your legs wobbling and buckling beneath you, weak from the continuous deep fucking.
He’s really big, thicker and bigger than anyone you have taken before. His cockhead touches right up against your cervix with every thrust. Pain blooms through your overstretched walls as he smacks his hips against your ass, the obscene sound of it filling your ears.
His other hand is wrapped around your throat as he keeps thrusting inside you, “Yeah, just like that doll” he grunts, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as you clenched around his big cock in fear. “You feel so, so much better than I had expected, isn't it my lucky day?”
“Fuckin’ sweet little thing like you walking these streets alone at night, what were you thinking doing that uh?”
He was right, you had not thought enough while walking back home late at night. Initially you had thought of taking a cab but just to save a few bucks you decided against it.
You shouldn't have. You lived in a big city so even if you had a job which on paper seemed good enough of a paycheck it hardly managed the expenses of the said big city.
Everything was expensive here so even if you lived past a shady neighbourhood, you were glad enough to have the roof above your head. You couldn't afford or even think of changing places until you got a promotion or changed your company for a higher paying one.
You were walking towards your block when you felt someone following you and you glanced over your shoulder only to see this huge bulky and scary man walking a few feet away from you.
You had immediately turned around, heart pounding with fear, hoping it was not what you were thinking and he would take a different turn or route from you. But no, he kept walking after you, turning where you did as you kept checking for him through your peripheral vision.
Even from a distance, he stood out so it was not hard for you to realise that he indeed was following you. And it seemed like he was not going anytime soon or leaving you alone, so you had fastened your pace and nearly ran when you were just a few blocks away from your apartment.
You ran as fast as you could in those damn work heels of yours, as it clattered loudly on the silent street. Huffing as your chest burned, not used to this much of physical activity as you hardly got any time for it, you ran with all your might not looking back and that was your biggest mistake as he was also running after you. Just two more blocks you had thought, you were so close!
Then only he had caught you, his massive arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you to his chest and his large, rough hand had clamped over your mouth before you could scream, smothering your cry for help and protest.
He had moved really fast, dragging you along with him in a nearby alley, where even the streetlamp’s light didn't reach, bunching up your work skirt and tearing off your panties.
You had thrashed wildly, kicking your legs, trying to fight him off, but it was useless. He was too strong for you to do any real harm to him or save yourself from him, he had easily overpowered you pushing you up against the wall in the complete darkness.
He changed the angle pulling out his cock with a low, frustrated grunt, like he hated being out of you even for a second. His thick cock dragged heavily along your walls on his way out, before you could even relax thinking it was probably finally over and he was done with you, he bent his knees slightly, adjusting his angle, and drove back in with one powerful upward thrust. A sharp burst of pain shot through your core, making you yelp in agony against his hand.
The new position forced him even deeper. You felt every inch of his thick cock stretching you open again, his cockhead pressing hard against your cervix, bullying its way in until his heavy balls slapped against your clit, your fingers clawing against the plain brick wall, nothing to hold on too as he started fucking you harder from the new position.
“Don't you know how dangerous it is to roam outside at nighttime, especially if you look so fuckable and vulnerable. You're gonna attract the wrong kind of men you know?”
You tried to scream again, thrashing your head side to side, but his hand only tightened over your mouth making it hard for you to breathe. Tears streamed down your face as your legs shook violently to his relentless ramming inside your cunt.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest pressed flush against your back. “Shhh,shhh, don’t fight it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me. Taking my cock like a good little slut.”
“And it's not like you're taking a cock for the first time, I went inside you so easily. Do you have a boyfriend, doll? Who's the lucky bastard fucking this sluty cunt of yours, not gonna lie I am quite jealous.”
Another hard thrust as he pushed himself up from the low angle making you whimper against his palm. You could feel the huge and fat cock of his dragging inside your walls, as it clenched around him due to your fear and distress.
His fingers on your throat loosened just a fraction, as you gasped finally able to breath taking deep shaky breaths only for him to slide up and force two thick fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue and fucking shallowly into your mouth as you choked and gagged on his fingers, while at the same time he fucked you with his cock slamming inside you.
He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting his cock settle inside you. One of his hands left your hip to grope roughly at your tits through your plain office shirt, “Such a nice pair of tits, baby. Should I loosen them free? They will bounce real good while I fuck you raw–ahhh....shit.”
Toji threw his head back letting out a deep moan as your cunt involuntarily clenched around him, your body reacting out of new found fear. The sudden tight squeeze made him hiss through his teeth.
“Oh, baby don't do that” he let out a throaty chuckle near your ear, "You’re gonna snap my dick in half. Don't worry I am not bothering with your shirt, too much work you know.”
You sobbed harder, body trembling as he picked up the speed again, fucking you harder and faster, as your whole body shook from his ruthless, rentless thrusts.
Your knees finally gave out beneath you as you almost fell down only for him to tighten his hold on your waist keeping you upright and going in and out inside of you groaning in your ear.
He lifted you higher with both his arms now wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest as he slightly bent his knees and leaned a little backwards. Your feet left the ground, dangling helplessly just inches above the floor, toes pointing down but not touching.
The position was overwhelming, dangling like this, worse than before any of the positions he had put you through. Now, only supported by his arms around your waist, hardly able to move except by the thrusts of his cock.
Your body had grown so weak from the brutal fucking that all you could do now was take it, with your back arching against his chest as painful moans and whimpers spilled from your lips now free from his clamped hand.
“You live around here, right?”he asked grunting. “Bet you’re gonna feel me leaking and dripping from your cunt all the way home when I fill you up, I hope you remember this big cock of mine, I bet it's bigger than your boyfriend's.”
“Gonna fill this sweet pussy of yours, doll.” He said his hips slamming up harder into you. “Pump you full with my cum and you’re gonna take it all like the helpless little fucktoy you are. Ain’t that right, princess?”
older!toji x younger!reader
(toji’s mid-late 30s, reader is early 20s)
tw: smut, mdni
kind of switched it up last minute so they're not really bf and gf but i hope ya'll enjoy this since toji was the most voted from my poll!
older!toji first met you at a local bar one night. him drinking a cold bottle of beer as he hears the entrance bell ring, sees a rowdy group of college kids that lighten up the atmosphere as they walk in.
loud college boys, probably trying to find other girls to take home and hook up or get drunk out of their minds and cause a ruckus.
and college girls, of course they want to go to the bar near campus and flirt with men to get free drinks.
he eyes the group and specifically sees you. a small, quite timid figure. slightly behind the rest. you look like this is not the environment you’re used to. he eyes linger onto you as the group sit near the nearest booths close to the bar. he watches closely, the guy sitting beside you, talking loudly, putting his arm around you and crowding up your space. you look slightly uncomfortable as you shrug off his arm off you and focus your attention back at your friend.
you suddenly felt certain eyes onto you. you browse the bar until you see a man. dark straight hair, broad figure, and older looking, staring right at you. you make eye contact and raise your brows up just a bit. you couldn’t tell if you were imagining things but you swore he gave you a wink before focusing back onto his drink.
“uh i’ll be back, just gonna grab a drink.” you say getting up.
“while you're at it, can you please order some of our drinks too?” your friend asks.
older!toji focussed on the horse race happening on the small tv screen suddenly hears a small voice beside him.
“hi, can i just get 5 beers and 1 water? over at table 7. thanks.” the bartender nods and leaves to get the drinks.
he looks to the side to see you. up close, you seem to be shy and reserved. but he couldn’t help but think you’re beautiful and cute. he scarred lips tugged up as a small smirk appears on his face.
“well aren’t ya a shy one?”
you hear him say as you look up to him. you awkwardly cough out a laugh.
“excuse me?”
“you’re a little shy kid. it’s cute.” you face blushed without warning.
“uh thank you.”
“you’re with that group?” he nods his head towards your group of friends who were chatting away, laughing and talking loudly.
“yeah, exams finished so we’re just celebrating.”
“hm college huh.” you only nod. toji just eyes you down, taking in your outfit. low cut shirt that show the right amount of cleavage, some short shorts that define your hips and ass and some knee high boots. the way your hair lays against your back, the silky smooth of your skin. the plump lips coated with gloss and how your eyelashes flutter as you make eye contact with his.
"yooo y/n whatcha doin' over here?" suddenly a voice interrupts toji's thoughts.
"ino, just go back to the table." you muttered.
"who's this?" ino nods his head towards toji, as he rests his hand on your hips. toji eyes the way his finger curls against the plush of your hips before you grab ino's hand and brush it off. you eye him before facing the older man.
"don't know him." you mumbled.
"anyways, drinks are at the table, cmon." and he leaves to go back to the group. you face the man.
“i should get going. it’s nice meeting you…”
“toji.” he introduces. you give a small smile.
“toji. y/n.” you say as you walk away, swaying your hips a bit as you leave and toji just eating it up.
older!toji watches as patrons leave the bar, including your group, as it begin to become very late at night. he throws some cash on the counter for his drinks before standing up, puts on his jacket and heads out for the night.
he exits and quickly pulls out his carton of cigarettes, pulls and lights one up and inhaling the smoke before walking towards the lot to his car.
he opens his driver seat door and gets in. he settles in his seat and sighs. all night he's been sneakily eyeing you as you were talking to your friends. he swore he saw you make eye contact with him multiple times but honestly, maybe his brain was playing tricks with him.
he then sees you in the distance, waiting at the bus stop near the bar by yourself. the light post flickering every minute underneath the bus stop. it was late at night and buses rarely come during this time of night. he inhales a few more times before throwing the cigarette out the window, starts the car and slowly drives out the lot towards the bus stop.
he stops in front of you, rolls down the window. he sees you looking in, realizing it was him before clearing your throat.
"toji?"
"it's late kid."
"it's fine, the bus should be coming in..." your voice quiets as you check your phone and see that the bus wasn't gonna come for another 30 minutes, you sighed and look back at him.
"i'll drop you off."
"well, you're a stranger. how will i know you won't kidnap me and kill me?" you hypothetically say. toji only scowls.
"kid, i ain't got time for that shit. it's either you get in the car or you'll actually might get murdered."
"vulgar." you mumbled. you hesitate and eye him at first. you would be crazy to just hop in some stranger's car because you never know, but it was so late in the night, you're tired and you just want to go home. for a grubby older man, you seemed to have some gut feeling about him.
you sighed and opened the passenger side door and hopped in, you gave him directions to your house and he starts to drive off.
the car ride was quiet, a little awkward with no music. you were looking out the window before toji speaks up.
"was that your boyfriend?" you turn you head to face him, as his eyes were focussed on the road.
"who?"
"the guy from earlier. the one with the beanie." you think back to ino, who was all up in your space the entire night.
"oh. no he's not." you awkwardly say as you look down at your lap. you hear toji hum in response.
"he seems pretty close to you." you let out a small scoff.
"well he's pretty annoying." you muttered. you don't hear toji say anything as he pulls up to your place.
"that's good to know then." you hear him say. you lift your face up to eye him.
"know what?"
"that he's not your boyfriend." he says. you don't say anything, not really knowing what he actually means by that. toji stops the car in front of the gate to place and leans back before looking at you.
"well, thank you for the ride. and for not kidnapping and murdering me." you joked. toji stiffles out chuckle.
"no problem kid, would rather bring you home than for you to wait at a dingy bus stop." you can only nod before opening up the car door and getting out of his car. you were about to walk away towards your home before turning around and look at toji through his open window.
"have a good night, toji."
"you too, beautiful." you hear him say as he smirks, rolling up the windows as he drives off. you didn't realize your face turned a slight red hue as you enter your home.
older!toji enters the bar the after a few weeks, sat at the same spot. he's been busy with work so he hasn't been to the bar in a while but he has been thinking of you since the last time he saw you.
maybe that's his way of hope to see you again. he didn't know why he had the urge to see you again. you were in college, probably fucking with other college boys your age. why would you try to see an older man like him anyways. but his body moves towards the bar without thinking, hoping to see you.
it's been a few hours into the night. toji has kind of lost hope about seeing you and about to wrap it up for the night. he was about to get up and walk out until he hears the bell go off from the entrance.
he looks and he finally sees you. you enter, breathing heavy as if you ran here. you look around until you see toji. you automatically smile and walk your way towards toji who just seems little dumbfounded that he is able to see you again.
"hey, finally got to see you again." you say as you sat down beside him, acting like this is a normal thing to do.
"you say that like you've been waiting for me here or something?"
he sees you blush as you hid your smile as you look down in embarrassment.
"actually, i've been here almost every night." you admitted. toji raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"been busy at work, sorry kid."
"it's okay, i'm glad to see you now." you say as you look up to him and smile.
the rest of the night, toji gets to know you. that you're a fourth year student majoring in business management. that you are the youngest in the family. how you like dogs and have an irrational fear of spiders and birds. all the small miscellaneous facts about you that toji unexpectedly loves to hear. and you get to know him too, his job as a mechanic, how he lives alone and spends his weekend here at the bar. nothing really exciting in the 30 something year old’s life at the moment. but still, you were engaged into getting to know him better.
you look at the time and realizes it was getting late. you slowly sulk in your seat, not wanting to end your night.
"i hate to cut our time short, but i have an 8am tomorrow."
toji understands, it was late and classes were still going on.
"of course kid, i'll drop you home." he says as he grabs his jacket and you both exit the bar together.
the drive home was comfortable. enjoying each other's presence a bit more as the silent drive carries into the night.
"you should drop the nickname." you suddenly say to him. he raises one eyebrow as he side-eyes you.
"what do you mean kid?" as he pulls up in front of your place once again.
"that." you point out.
"kid?"
"yes. i'm not a kid."
"well, you are to me."
"well, i'm not. i'm an adult." you huff and cross your arms. toji looks at your reaction and only chuckles as you look at him annoyed.
"not with that reaction." he says as you relaxed your arms and sighed.
the atmosphere was calm and quiet after. you didn't bother leaving his car just yet, your body didn't want you to leave so soon.
"when can i see you again."
"don't know, shop's always busy nowadays since these reckless college kids love wrecking their cars somehow."
"well, here's my number. let me know when we can meet up again." you said as you pull out a small sticky note and pen from you bag. you write your number and give it to him before exiting out his car.
"goodnight toji." he watches you as you smile.
"goodnight beautiful." you smile.
"i like that one better." you say before walking away into your home.
older!toji and you have been messaging and meeting up at the bar many times throughout the following weeks.
"honestly shouldn't you be with guys your age or something?" toji asks curiously as he drives you home after another night at the bar.
"well, i don't like any of the guys my age." you say.
"why's that?"
"just felt like i needed a man who is mature. someone who knows what they're doing in life. someone who's a little older." your words twist in a way that toji's mind interprets it to be him. to be the man that you need. you boldly place a hand on his upper thigh, he slightly looks down at the sudden touch.
"yeah?" he slightly smirks as he pulls up to your place once again.
before you got out, you hesitate to open the door before turning to him.
"would you like to come in? it's still pretty early in the night. wouldn't mind the company." you say hopefully he would understand the idea and that he would say yes.
and why would he say no anyways?
older!toji slams his lips onto yours, hitting your back against your door as soon as lock up. tongues battling each other as his left hand makes its way on your waist while the other is placed behind your head, pulling you in. he aggressively bites your bottom lip, causing you to groan as his tongue slides into your mouth.
he pulls away from the kiss and suddenly picks you up by your legs, your legs wrapping around his hips and carries you to your couch. he sits down, leaning against the placing you on his lap and connecting his lips once again on yours.
your hands make their way to his hair, combing through as his hands are caressing your waist, down to your hips and then cupping your ass under your skirt. you give a slight moan and release yourself from the kiss. toji eyes you down.
"damn mamas, y'look so good on top of me." you bite your lip as you smile. as you connect you lips with his again. this time you hips start to grind up against his. you do this a couple of times before his hands plant on your hips, and he lips let go from yours before he looks at you, eyes hinting dangerously.
"wouldn't do that if i were you."
"why is that?" you seductively ask, hands rubbing against his torso, slowly making its way towards his groin.
"i don't think you can handle it baby." the way he said baby to you alone makes your pussy pulse.
"i think i can. i know i can." you confidently say, his eyebrow etched up slightly before smirking.
"you sure?"
"yes toji." he looks at you, your facial expression was serious.
"better take it like a good girl then." he says as his lips connect to yours. you make out for bit before his lips moves down, to your jaw, neck, chest.
you letting out a small moan before toji pulls down your low cut shirt, revealing your black lace bra and popping out one of your breasts and latching his lips onto your nipple while playing with the other. he sucks, flicks and nips at it causing you to groan in pleasure. all the while, you're grinding against his crotch, feeling the boner through his pants and your panties getting soaked.
"been holding myself back ever since i met you because i wasn't sure if you're into me like that." you hear toji mutter as he releases his mouth from your tits.
"gosh you're so sexy." he says as he looks up at your face, caressing the curves of your ass.
"i want it." you muttered. toji kisses your jaw.
"what do you want baby? tell me."
"i want you inside. i want you to fuck me" your voice low, needing him so badly. toji smirks.
"don't mind if i do."
he gets up slightly to pull down his pants and his boxers, his long, hard, thick pulsing dick springs out. you look with wide eyes. now that, was something you weren't expecting. i mean you had your fair share of college hook ups, but nothing compares to what you're seeing with toji. makes your pussy pulse in excitement.
"looks like you're not gonna be able to handle this dick baby? or are you?" he says as he slowly pumps his length, with the pre-cum dripping out from his tip.
you scoff. "i can."
"well why don't ya show me what your mouth can do, other than talking hm?"
you get off his lap and kneel between his spread legs, pants scrunched all the way down to ankles as he jerks his dick. you grab his dick and begin pumping it as well. you spit on it, making it easier to pump it and making it wet. toji lets out a low groan as you open your mouth to take him in.
"fuck you’re so beautiful." he moans as you take him as far as you can. his dick can only fit half way without you gagging while your hands jerk the lower half. you suck and slurp on his dick as he moans with pleasure.
"you can go deeper than that baby." as his hands reaches for the back of your head and pushes it down, hitting the back of your mouth with his tip. you gag slightly. he bobs your head repeatedly, as you moan and your saliva is dripping down his length with tears in your eyes.
"shittt, gonna cum in this pretty little mouth." he grunts as he moans loudly as his dick pulses and his cum shoots out inside your mouth. his buck up in pleasure as every drop of his seed is done. he releases his dick from your mouth and smirks.
"lemme see that shit." you open you mouth as he sees your saliva mixed in with his cum. "swallow." you did and he scarred mouth gives a smug smile. "good girl."
"c'mere lemme fuck the shit out your pretty pussy hm?."
you smile as you get up and climb onto his lap. he scrunched up your skirt, revealing your matching black lace panties and basically moves them to the side, showing off your glistening cunt.
"fuck baby, see that? you're so wet for me aren't ya?" his dick against your wet folds. you moan at the teasing sensation before he aligns his dick before slowly pushing in. you hiss at the sudden stretch, something you're not used to.
"baby you're so tight. fuck gonna stretch this pussy out so good." he grunts as he pushes in more. you groan in pain.
"shitt toj-you're too big argh."
"s'okay mamas, almost there."
you also let your body slowly sink in onto his dick and you let out a big moan and he does too as his full length cock finally settled in.
he slowly pumps in and out of your pussy, causing you moan. you lean back as he holds your lower back, and his thrusts begin to pick up the pace.
"fuckkkk toji ngh."
skin slapping and moans mixing within the air, you pussy squelches as his dick slams into wet pussy. you lean forward towards him and you start to ride and grind against his dick, causing him to groan loudly.
"that's it mamas, d-doin so good for me." you continue to grind and lifting up your hips and slamming it down on his dick. he breaths heavily as you pick up the pace. the friction of his cock against your gummy walls of your cunt causes you feel a sudden high.
"argh gonna cum." you moan loudly, eyes rolling back in a state of pleasure.
"yeah? cum for me baby, cum on my dick."
"ahhh fuckk." you feel your orgasm take over your body as you moan loudly and your body shakes in pleasure. your legs slightly giving out as your pussy pulses. toji continues to thrusts rapidly and hard, basically slamming into your sensitive cunt, tip kissing your cervix every time.
"gonna cum s-soon baby, almost there."
"t-too much toji ahh." you groan at the oversensitive feeling of your pussy. the pleasure still runs high.
"s-shit, gonna cum in this pussy."
"y-yes toji, please cum inside. i want all of it." you cry. tears welling up as he groans loudly as his dick pulses once again and after his final slam, his cum explodes inside your pussy, coating your walls as he dick slightly pumps all his load. he moans and sighs as he releases his dick as sees the white substance dripping out of your hole.
"well look at that." he says as he fingers your pussy before stuffing his cum back in.
"you're so beautiful." as he brings your face closer with a kiss.
older!toji has you snuggled against him in your bed. he feels you mindlessly trace around his torso with your finger, following the curvature of his abs as his arm is wrapped around you shoulders.
"i really like you toji." you suddenly confess as you look up at him.
"i like you too, kid."
you deeply sigh as you rolled you eyes at the nickname you hate. he chuckles before snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you in close to him.
"just playing mamas, but i do like you too. coming from an old man like me, i'm surprised that you would even think to pursue me."
"i mean have you seen yourself? you’re mature and you're so hot for being the age that you are." you chuckled before resting your head onto his shoulder with your body cuddling close to his. he lets out a small chuckle as he puts his arm around your waist.
i never know how to end my posts nowadays. sorry for the bad ending y'all ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)
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I’ve wanted to do this for a while, so here it is! It took some time, but it was necessary for me to better organise everything. It will keep being updated. I hope it can help anyone find fics they like. Also, I would like to thank all those amazing authors for giving us such amazing stories! Happy reading🫶🏾
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut
Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)
Word count: 261.3k
Status: Complete
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko
A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!
And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕
grandpa naobito x granddaughter reader x uncle naoya
cw: dead dove do not eat, incest, non-con, old naobito, misogyny, uncle naoya makes an appearance, reader is 20, breast groping, fingering
just got an idea for grandpa naobito…
he is already on his late 60s, an old man like him still thinks women are only good for cleaning, bearing kids and warming their man’s cock. so of course he would take advantage of you when he sees you wearing a short skirt, saying he has to teach you a lesson by sticking his fingers inside your cunt as you plead him to stop. he slaps your ass hard, telling you to shut up. he roughly says to your ear that women that dress like whores should be treated for what they are.
you can feel his old man scent as he keeps pumping his fingers, tears slipping down your eyes, feeling sick to your stomach as you felt your orgasm building up. you are pleading him to stop, crying harder as you see his cock being pulled out of his pants. with a quick movement he pulls his fingers out, making you kneel in front of him as he keeps fucking his dick against your face, getting off to your pretty whines. you are now dirty with his cum, the man ordering you to leave as soon as he has released himself.
when you close the door behind you, thighs trembling, eyes puffy and a face full of your grandpa’s seed, you encounter your uncle naoya. he sees the state you are in, laughing at your face as he calls you a stupid slut. “no wonder my dad had to teach you a lesson” he had told you “you look like the cheapest whore with that skirt, it’s making me even want to play with you” you sobbed harder as you felt his presence cornering you against the wall, eyes eyeing you up and down as his face is filled with disgust. “you should feel lucky, you look so fucking disgusting that i don’t want to even touch your cheap body”. his words meaning something different than his touches, his hands gripping your tits and rolling your clothed nipples as he rolls his eyes at the small moan that left your throat. after a few minutes of touching you as if you were a mere toy, he finally left, not before sending you to the bathroom to clean yourself up. “you’re a mess, go change your clothes and start acting like a real woman should”. his figure now leaving your gaze as you rolled down the wall, sobbing because your grandpa and uncle are so mean to you :(
i wrote this in like 20 minutes but i need those two taking turns to fuck me so bad
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬◞﹒୧ . Eren, Ony and Connie have a crush on the same woman: the cute, sweet and autistic girl always dressed in pink who works in the restaurant next to their university. Eren loves you because you're so soft when he's so rough, Only loves you because you're always so polite with him, Connie loves you because he has a thing for chubby women like you. You’re always so shy with them, you have no idea to what extent they want to ruin you. When at a college party they find you crying because your boyfriend Jean cheated on you, they offer you revenge with them. You’re a good girl who has never done anything too freaky with anyone so you don’t really know how to handle three dicks inside you. But don’t worry, they will take good care of you. And show you that you can be loved exactly as you are.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬◞﹒୧ . 10.3k words, black!fem!reader, plus!size!reader, college au, hyper feminine autistic reader w/ social anxiety, hispanic!connie, plug!eren, basketball!player!ony, pervert stuff & stalking, polyamory, romance, affection, reassurance, male friendships, connie calls you ‘mami’ and ‘princesa’, ‘sweetheart/baby/bitch’ by eren, ‘baby/love/mama’ by ony, hard!dom!eren, soft!dom!ony, submissive!connie, gay ass stuff between the boys, mild daddy kink with eren, nipple play, fingering, cunnilingus, masturbation, choking, blowjob, handjob, vaginal sex, rough sex, gentle sex, shower sex, standing sex, somno, double penetration, consensual recording, hair pulling, overstimulation, cumming on face, crying from pleasure, titty fucking, slapping, dumbification but on a man !
𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬◞﹒୧ . finally a new fic since january!!!! very SCARED of your reactions because my characterization of the boys isn't that popular so i hope yall will like it <333
˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 + 𝐨𝐧𝐲 + 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
‘Kiss of Life’ by Sade was playing in the restaurant, making you hum along as you cleaned the tables left by the last customers. Nearby, Eren, Ony, and Connie were watching you intently, as usual.
“Shazam that song, she seems to like it,” Eren ordered Connie, nudging him.
Connie lazily looked up from his phone to look at his best friend. “It's Sade. You have no memory, 'Ren. She always hums when one of their songs, come on.”
He still used Shazam to find out the exact name of the song and added it to the ‘sweet baby’ playlist that he, Eren, and Ony had created to catalog all your favorite songs.
“She's wearing a new dress,” Ony noticed. The three boys' eyes ran over your body.
You were wearing a new dress that you had bought the day before. It hugged your chubby body perfectly, stopping halfway up your thick thighs. The pale pink fabric brought out the luminous glow of your brown skin. Made of satin and molding to your curves in the most exquisite way, with thin straps that barely supported your breasts, the ribbon bow at the center of your chest made your sexy outfit cute. Your long braids was tied in a low bun held by a ribbon bow at the back, leaving your pretty round face uncovered. Your eyelids were enhanced with glittery pink eyeshadow, your long false eyelashes made your gaze so seductive, and your lips were glossy, looking so delicious. A literal angel. Eren, Ony, and Connie would eat you up if they could.
Eren adjusted his bulge in his black sweatpants and tried to look away so as not to worsen his erection by staring at you, while Connie and Ony were still staring, completely unashamed of looking like creeps. Your Mary Jane heels clicked on the floor as you walked around the restaurant taking orders from your little notebook, and when you arrived at the three men's table, your eyes lit up, happy to see them.
They were your favorite customers. They'd been coming to eat at the restaurant three times a week for at least a year. You didn't know how they'd managed to always be there during your shifts—Connie had threatened your boss to give him your work schedule—but it was always a pleasure to see them. They always complimented you and were so sweet to you, nothing like the old men who had wives and looked at you with lust in their eyes.
The most intimidating one was Eren. He was always dressed in black with a hood over his head that hid his face, but you could glimpse his neck tattoos peeking out from under his hoodie. His eyes were always hald-lidded and red from weed, staring intensely into your soul when you took his order, sending shivers down your spine. He was known as the university's plug; you'd never used his services, but his deep voice spoke to you so sweetly that you considered buying from him so he could talk to you privately.
The friendliest was Ony. Compared to Eren's dark appearance, Ony exuded light. You would have to be a psychoapth to not to like Ony's intelligence and kindness. He loved fashion and taking care of himself, you both always talked about skincare and clothes. He played basketball on your university team, making him the most popular of the trio. You loved learning about his sport, and hear the passion in his voice when he talked about Lamelo Ball. He was a bit of a star on campus but was the least arrogant man you'd ever met, always smiling softly when you talked to him, making you feel so safe and care for.
The most flirtatious was Connie. You could never look him in the eye when he called you ‘princesa’, joking about how you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. You never knew if he called you ‘mami’ just because it was normal for latino men, or if he was actually trying to flirt with you. Like Eren, he often wore his hood up, hiding his eyebrow piercings, but he wasn't as intimidating. He always had a teasing glint in his eyes that made you flutter.
“Hey,” you said shyly, approaching their table.
As always, Eren was stoned out, his pupils dilated as he looked at you, making your spine tingle. Ony’s lips curved into a smile, clenching his tattooed hand to bump his fists against yours.
You didn’t have any friends because of your social anxiety, only Jean as a boyfriend, so it always made you happy when they treated you like one of their own, even though they were just regular customers you sometimes ran into at university.
“The usual?” you asked, already knowing what they were going to order. A cheeseburger with fries for Ony (don’t tell Reiner, his coach, that he loves that), a steak with fries for Eren, and a salad for Connie.
“No, I want something sweeter today,” Connie replied, leaning back against the back of his chair. Eren smirked, understanding perfectly what his best friend really wanted.
“You just want dessert today?” You tilted your head.
Ony’s eyes softened; you looked so cute with your head cocked to the side.
“Nah.” Connie’s voice grew seductive. “Just you.”
Your autistic brain, which didn’t quite grasp irony and sarcasm, made you wear a confused expression. “Hm, what do you mean?”
Connie just licked his lips, his gaze lingering on your fat thighs. “Nothing, mami.”
“Is that a new dress?” Ony asked, tugging at the hem. “You always wear frilly dresses.”
“Yes!” you exclaimed, enthusiastic and all smiles. You loved fashion so much; you were happy that Ony, who was also a fashion boy, noticed your new clothes. “My boyfriend said frills were childish, so I’m trying out a new style.”
The trio frowned and looked at each other, silently saying, “We should kill that motherfucker.”
“Break up with him,” Eren advised, his face hard.
You shook your head, your heart squeezing painfully at the thought of leaving the only man who accepted your autism without judging you. “N-No, it’s okay.” You looked at your feet, your lips trembling as you realized that the only reason you were with Jean was because he didn’t make you feel different from other girls, not because you actually loved him. You needed so much validation from others.
Ony caressed your thigh, sliding his hand up under your dress to grasp the plushness.
“Hey, it’s okay, baby. ‘Ren is kidding.’”
“I’m dead serious, man.”
Ony's gentle caresses on your skin relaxed you, and your autistic brain didn't really grasp that this was inappropriate contact between friends. You just thought he was being kind. Your face softened, and Ony took a perverse pleasure in exploiting your lack of understanding of social cues.
After the chef prepared their meals, you brought them. As you placed the tray on their tables, you dropped a glass, which shattered. You apologized and bent down to pick up the shards, the skirt of your dress lifting up. Eren glanced at your ass, now visible to everyone, lingering on the way your panties molded your folds. His gut twisted in arousal.
“Connie, take a picture,” Eren whispered.
“I’m your lapdog or something? I only like orders from her, idiot,” Connie muttered but silently took a picture of your body under your dress. They had a whole dossier like that. Photos of you smiling at other customers, photos of you space-outing, photos of you studying in the university library… They were perverts. And stalkers. They didn't really care that it was wrong.
When you finally picked up your mess from the floor, you gave them a shy smile that accentuated their secret erections before walking away.
What a cute angel. You had no idea these men were devils.
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'I saw Jean with a girl at a frat party, I'm so sorry sweetheart I think he's cheating on you :(('
Your stomach dropped when you saw Sasha's text message, your world crumbled in minutes.
It wasn't possible.
You and Jean had been together for two years. You'd experienced all your firsts with him. He was the first boy who didn't think you were too much, the first boy who didn't seem to see your autism as a burden, the first boy who made you believe that a weird girl like you could finally be loved. He couldn't have cheated on you. Jean loved you. He told you every day. You weren't too much for him. Please, you hope it was a misunderstanding.
You got out of bed, where you'd been studying your botany books, and went to your closet. You'd never been to a frat party because your social anxiety made it difficult for you. Places where there were too many people scared you too. You preferred to stay safe in your apartment, in your bed with satin sheets and stuffed with plushies.
You slipped into a pink denim skirt, a matching bustier top, and your white Naked Wolfe platform boots. You let your long pale pink goddess braids cascade down your back, hoping your outfit was cool enough for a frat party and people wouldn’t overdose with all the pink on you.
Sasha sent you the address, and you left your apartment with a knot in your stomach.
A two-year relationship couldn't end like this. Jean loved you, right? You weren't some unlovable woman who was going to end up alone for the rest of her life, were you?
You clutched the strap of your bag, looking at the floor as you entered the frat house. You didn't want to see the sea of students; it would trigger a panic attack. Rap music blasted from the party's big speakers; maybe a Big Boogie song. People laughed and yelled along to the lyrics. The smell of alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana were everywhere, and you felt like you were in hell. There were too many stimuli all around you, enveloping you and making your brain confused, unable to function properly.
You raised your head, your heart pounding. You had to look around to find Jean. You inspected the ground floor, trying to ignore how your body stiffened when you brushed against the sweaty bodies of the dancers. You hated physical contact because of your autism; you needed to be in a comfortable environment to be touched because of your sensory issues. Sex needed to be gradual.
And then, as you climbed the stairs, reaching the first floor, you saw him.
Pressing Mikasa's body against the wall, his head buried in her neck, his hips grinding into her.
You stood paralyzed, watching them, your heart aching.
You knew Mikasa well. She was a goth girl who was in the same major as Jean. You'd already seen them hanging out together, and Jean had told you she was just a friend.
You didn't yell that he was an asshole. You didn't try to separate them.
You turned around, went downstairs, and left the fraternity house to sit on the sidewalk.
Was it because she understood sarcasm and didn't need the same jokes repeated to her to get the humor?
Was it because she knew how to be quiet when she was passionate about something instead of yapping for hours about a topic nobody cared about, annoying everyone around you?
Was it because she didn't shut down when she was upset?
Was it because she knew how to recognize her feelings when she experienced strong emotions instead of being unable to speak and explain what she felt?
Was it because she didn't need childish things like plushies for comfort?
Was it because she was interested in grown-up things instead of being obsessed with dolls?
You wrapped your arms around your knees and let the tears flow.
As always, because of your autism, you never knew what you were feeling and struggled to identify your emotions. Was it heartbreak? You weren't even in love with Jean. He was just a boy who gave you attention when everyone else rejected you.
No, it was failure.
Failure because you were both not enough and too much. You just wanted to curl up in bed, hug your plushies tightly, and forget that you were an unlovable woman.
To make matters worse, a torrential downpour soaked your clothes, making them wet and sticky, sending shivers of discomfort down your spine. You hated it when your clothes felt too tight because of your sensory issues; it almost hurt and could cause meltdowns.
A flashback of Jean telling you he loved you in the missionary position and that you were his favorite girl intensified your tears.
Could you really blame Jean?
Who would want a girl like you?
A shy girl who was scared of eye contact, never spoke in public, and barely managed to hold a conversation without getting distracted.
You wished you were a normal girl. You wished you were better at hiding your symptoms. You wished you fit in more easily in society.
“Who stole your smile, mami?” A deep voice boomed in front of you, and someone flicked your forehead. You lifted your teary eyes and met Connie's gaze. Next to him, Eren had his hands in the pockets of his baggy jeans, his hood still pulled up, but you could see his concerned expression. Ony held a coat over you to keep the rain from soaking you even more.
You parted your lips, trying to speak, but no words came out. You felt so many emotions that your brain couldn't function anymore. You were happy to see them; they always brightened your day, but tonight, you were so depressed. You failed at love. You were unlovable.
The combination of your clothes clinging to your skin, the loud music blasting from the frat house, and your pain—you just buried your head in your thighs, ignoring everything around you.
Several muscular arms wrapped around you, lifting you off the ground, and when you raised your head, you were sitting in a car with them.
They drove for a good hour on purpose so you could calm down and refocus on your bodily sensations. The silence of the car calmed your distress for a moment, and you remained silent until they drove you to their apartment.
You were so depressed that you followed them without a word to their place, instead of asking them for a ride home. When you entered their living room, you sat on their couch, staring at the floor.
Eren casually slumped down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders.
“Where is my bubbly girl?”
“Dead,” you muttered.
He chuckled lowly.
“Don’t say stuff like this, I would be very heartbroken if you died.”
“I doubt it.” You were playing with the bottom of your skirt. “You will replace me easily like my boyfriend did when he cheated on me.”
Eren glanced at Ony, seeming to say ‘emotional stuff is for you, man’, and Ony sat down next to you. He placed his hand on your thick thigh, squeezing the plushness, his voice gentle.
“He cheated on you?”
You nodded, silently. There was nothing else to say.
“You don’t feel like you can change him and the need to go back to him like some abused women do?” Connie asked, standing with his hands in the pockets of his pants.
“Not really. I think it’s clear I wasn’t the right woman for him.”
“You mean, he wasn’t the right man for you,” Eren corrected.
“No.” You shook your head. “I don’t blame him.”
Connie tsked.
“Princesa, you talk like those abused women.”
“Yeah,” Ony joined the conversation, “I don’t like how you’re talking right now, mama.”
Your eyes watered again as you thought of all the reasons Jean was right to cheat on you.
“You don’t understand,” you sniffed.
Eren leaned against you, his warm breath caressing your neck as he spoke into your ear, his deep voice making you shiver.
“Then explain, sweetheart.”
Ony kissed the tears that were running down your chubby cheeks, and you suddenly felt strangely cared for. Like a warm blanket over your bruised heart. Wrapped in gentle warmth. In the light of affection, not the darkness of rejection.
Maybe they'll understand if you explain? Maybe you weren't really alone in the world?
“I was homeschooled because I had school phobia,” you said shyly. They all listened attentively without saying a word. “I didn't understand the children around me, so it created anxiety. I didn't learn how to mask my autism because I was never in contact with the outside world and my parents were overprotective. So, I just… live my life without hiding my symptoms.”
“That's actually a good thing, you're sincere,” Connie commented, kneeling down to rest his head on your lap. You ran your hands over his bleached buzzcut, your autistic brain fascinated by the feel of his short, freshly shaved hair. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you realized you were the center of attention, making you even more timid than you already were.
“Not really,” you hesitated, “you need to mask your autism to fit in. Only people who want to be outcasts don’t mask it.”
“I’m an asshole, I don’t try to soften up for people, and I have a very good social life,” Eren grumbled, absolutely disagreeing with what you were saying. You didn’t need to perform a personality that wasn’t yours to be accepted; just being yourself was enough.
“That’s right, Eren is the worst person I know.”
Eren glared at Ony who had said that, his brown, lidded eyes shooting daggers, but Ony smirked at him.
“What’s your point, mami? Are you saying Jean cheated on you because you’re not masking your autism?” Connie ignored these two best friends, focused on your suffering.
Your breath hitched when you gazed into his eyes and saw only care, concern, and affection.
“I’m just saying… Maybe if I was a normal girl, maybe he wouldn’t—”
“You know what to do when a boy cheats on you?” He cut in.
You shook your head.
“You show him you’re wanted elsewhere.” He lifted the hem of your skirt to place kisses on your plush thighs, his lips soft against your skin.
“W-Wait,” his kisses made you tickle, “Connie, you’re—”
“Get revenge on that bastard with us.” Eren buried his head in your neck, and your body warmed as you felt his hot tongue on your flesh. Ony slipped his hand under your top to knead one of your breasts. His hand was so large it enveloped it perfectly, making you flustered.
Your brain was in overdrive. Just seconds before, you had been crying because you were suffering from your disability, and now three hot men were kissing and touching you intimately.
An hour ago, you would have pushed them away because you had a boyfriend, but now?
Your freaky side had awakened, your cunt throbbing at the thought of letting yourself be manhandled by three men.
“How do I get revenge?” You whispered, your voice sounding innocent as if you weren't squeezing your thighs together to hide the smell of your arousal from Connie.
“You know damn well, sweetheart,” Eren chuckled before catching a piece of your skin between his teeth and sucking it vociferously. A wave of heat snaked through your lower abdomen and up your upper body, warming your entire being.
Your cheeks burned, feeling slutty for even liking the attention the three men were giving you.
Connie took his phone out of his jeans pocket, turned on the camera to record a video. He spread your legs and lifted your skirt, filming your clothed pussy where a wet spot resided.
“You’re gonna show that dumbass that if he doesn’t want you, other men will take good care of you,” he asserted, rubbing his fingers on the darker part of your panties, making you shiver.
You didn't think Jean would really care if you were getting laid by other men; he'd already shown enough that he didn't give a damn about you. But you said nothing, because part of you was thrilled at the idea of a foursome.
When you were 18, you had a list of things you wanted to experience once you were cured of your social anxiety. Group sex was one of the things on the list. You were a freaky girl, what can you say? It was time to make one of your dreams come true.
“You’re not gonna eat her out before me,” Eren pushed Connie’s head from between your legs.
“Nobody likes chubby women more than me, so yeah, I’m gonna eat her out first.” Connie bit Eren’s hand before nibbling at the inside of your thighs. “Right, baby? Nobody likes your body more than me?” He looked up at you, his voice sultry.
Before you could answer, Eren’s hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you closer. You gasped, your breath coming in the tightness of the pressure, and when you turned your head toward him, his intense eyes made you swallow hard. There was something terrifying about him in that moment.
“Don’t even answer his question, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I love you more than him.” He crushed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. An electric current pulsed beneath your skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying the intensity of the kiss. There was something about Eren's intimidating aura that made you want to be an obedient girl, fulfilling his every desire and simply pleasing him. You moaned into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, kissing you as if he had something to prove. His hand tightened around your throat, making sure you knew who was in charge.
When he pulled away, your eyes fluttered open. His gaze was burning hot, and you almost wanted to tell everyone to leave so he could kiss you like that all night.
Ony's eyes narrowed when he saw the interaction between you and Eren. That bastard. Eren had always been possessive; it didn't surprise him that he was trying to monopolize you.
There had always been a kind of tension between the three boys. As many people said, there was always a duo in a trio, and that was the case with them. Ony and Connie always teamed up to annoy Eren, ragebaiting him and provoking his anger issues.
Now that they were in love with the same girl, it was a race to see who would be your favorite. Ony could no longer count on Connie to beat Eren; he had to assert himself.
While Eren was dominant, Ony was the gentlest man alive. Most of his exes had left him because he was too nice, but he wasn't heartbroken. He didn't want to become a bully like Eren to be appreciated for who he truly was. He was going to find a girl who would find comfort in his kindness, not get bored by his loving caresses, and be satisfied by his gentle side. He was determined to make sure that girl was you.
“Stop choking her, that's not how you treat the girl of your dreams.”
“I touch her however I want. She seems to like it, doesn't she ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚?”
You looked back and forth between Eren and Ony, silent before giggling softly.
“I like you both.”
“Nah, you need to choose someone.” Eren’s hand around your throat moved down to caress your pudgy belly beneath your top, and he sucked on your earlobe. Ony lifted your top to just above your breasts before leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth. You didn't even think about sucking in your stomach or trying to position yourself in a way that would lessen the sagness of your breasts. You were comfortable, felt pretty under their hands and lips, your body hot all over.
Connie slapped your thigh.
“Stop focusing on these useless men, mami,” he muttered.
He caressed your clothed core, making gentle back-and-forth movements that transformed into circular motions around your clit. His hot breath on you, his intense gaze, and his calloused fingers against you were an explosive cocktail that already had you trembling.
“Sensitive as fuck,” he chuckled. “Autism or you’re just needy?”
“Both,” you breathed shyly.
The wet patch grew larger as Connie played with your clothed pussy. A frenzy took hold of your body. The atmosphere was perfect, the touches were intentional and tailored to your needs; you didn't feel overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation. Ony's mouth on your breast, Eren's teeth on your lob, and Connie's fingers pressing against you… It was so simple, yet perfect.
You rocked your hips against Connie's hands. “I want more, please.” Your neediness was barely concealed in your voice.
Connie smirked. “Yeah? What does my girl want?”
"Um… You know what I want," you whispered, feeling so shy you would have hidden under the sofa if you could. Being a shy, introverted girl in a freak body was a nightmare. You wanted to be slutted out so badly but struggled to get there.
"You have no game, Connie," Eren mocked, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. His petty laugh was hoarse and sent waves of pleasure into your center.
Connie ignores his best friend and slowly took off your panties. You hated thongs and very thin panties with your sensory issues, you were glad nobody made fun of your plain pink cotton underwear.
When he looked at your bare pussy, he had the same glint he had when he called you a ‘tremendo mango’ at the restaurant. For many weeks, you thought it was a cute way of showing appreciation with a fruit metaphor before googling and realizing it was a compliment on your looks in Cuba.
“So pretty.” The tip of his fingers wandered over the gossy folds just to feel your wetness and touch your cunt swollen with desire and expectation.
“Do you like sexual stimulation?” Ony asked gently, his tongue curling around your other brown nipple.
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” You said, clueless, shivering again at Eren’s open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
“I mean sex toys and temperature play.”
Your lips parted in anticipation.
“If it’s gradual and we stop when it’s too much, I think it’s okay,” you smiled.
Ony was jealous of Connie at that moment because he would have eaten you for days for that cute expression.
Ony left the room, already missing his tongue on your body. But Eren’s on your neck was divine. He wasn’t ashamed to devour your neck, sucking on the bits of skin he had caught between his teeth, making you dizzy.
Connie set up his phone so he could film you and have his hands free. He sank his fingers between your lips, parting them, and the way he inspected your flesh made you nervous, but the sensation was so good, he chuckled every time you clenched your thighs too much.
“Focus on the top, please, Connie,” you said, trembling with longing to feel his touch on your clit.
“Nah. You’re not dominant enough for my submissive side, I’m bored.”
You widened your eyes as he withdrew his fingers and, in a panic, you grabbed his head, pressing it against your pussy. The vibrations of his laughter against you sent waves of electricity through your body, and when his tongue lapped through the folds, you saw stars. Ony returned with mysterious toys in his hands and glared at Connie, who had the chance to taste you first. You thought Ony was going to use the objects on you, but he sat down next to you and resumed sucking your nipples greedily, as if preparing you and testing waters. One hand on Connie's buzzcut, pressing it against you, the other on Ony's short black hair—with a fresh new fade because he doesn't play about his appearance, just like you (#besties)—you felt like a queen with her loyal maids existing to please you.
Eren had practically become a vampire with all the little bites he'd made on your neck.
"I could eat you up," he whispered, nuzzling you. "Why do you smell so good?"
“Well, to make perfume last longer, it’s recommended to start with a cream and then layer it with oils, butters, mists, and even Vaseline so it lasts longer. You also need a perfume with a high concentration, not just an eau de toilette—”
He bit you so hard you let out a pained moan.
“Nerdy ass.”
“She’s right, though,” Ony joined the conversation, leaving your nipples alone. “Men need to stop with cheap cologne and buy pure perfume. They buy Savage by Dior and are still surprised they don’t have game.”
“Not everyone is a self-care nerd like you, Ony,” Eren chuckled. “Opinion on Maison Crivelli?”
“You’re trying too hard to be niche, just buy Creed Aventus or some Armani stuff.”
“It’s $300, dumb ass.”
“You’re a rich plug, ‘Ren. But I would buy it for you if you weren’t the ban of my existence.”
“Is this… What they call ‘bromance’?” you added to the conversation in a frail voice because the way Connie was eating you out… You tried not to make a fool of yourself by whimpering like a dog in heat.
“More like rivalry,” Eren said, mock-disdain in his voice.
“He’s jealous because I’m taking care of you while he’s hurting you with his teeth,” Ony teased, clipping a nipple clamp to your little finger to check if the intensity of the fixed pressure and tension wasn’t too overwhelming. After receiving your blessing, he clipped them to your nipples, the silver chain connecting them contrasting with your princess-like appearance.
It felt a little painful… but the pain was exquisite, a sensation you hadn’t experienced before. You were discovering a masochistic side to yourself today.
“She looks so pretty like this,” Eren murmured, staring at your body. “I feel like I’m going to ruin her if I touch her more.” He put a little distance between you to unbutton his jeans and free his heavy erection.
Connie stopped eating you out for a moment. He collected a lot of your arousal on his hand to spread it on Eren's dick, making masturbation easier. You looked at Eren, amazed that he wasn't bothered by his best friend touching his cock. He smirked.
"Brotherhood, baby."
You burst out laughing but ended up moaning as Connie went back into business.
Ony and Eren glanced at each other, both captivated by the way you arched your back on the couch, your chest rising and falling, your lips agape.
Ony kissed your arm, along the length of it, as Eren shamelessly stroked his dick while staring at you.
"Ony, you need to fuck her first. I'm going to overwhelm her, I'll save my turn for last," Eren proposed, his voice raspier as his hand worked itself over.
"I like the way you're thinking," Ony smiled against your skin, happy to be the first. Connie's tongue traced around your clit. He was having fun. Sometimes he pressed the tip of his tongue against your clit without moving, to make you whimper; sometimes he made circles over it to make you tremble; or most of the time he avoided touching it so as not to overstimulate you and lapped through the folds. The combination of Ony's kisses returning to your neck, the nipple claws, Connie's tongue, and the sounds of Eren's hand rubbing together made you feel like you were overheating, until you finally exploded. It wasn't spectacular; your autism made you struggle to show big emotions on your face, but Connie and Ony caught the way your body was wracked with spasms and your lip was bitten.
"Now get out of the way." Ony pushed Connie aside, who was laughing at his best friend's excitement.
Connie got up from the floor and picked up his phone to be the cameraman again. Ony laid you down on the couch, resting your head on Eren's lap. Eren smirked at you, looking down at you, his erection just next to your shy face.
“Are we going to do double penetration at some point? Because I need to be prepared, it can hurt,” you said softly, anxiously. Your autistic brain needed to know all the preparations and plan everything in advance so you wouldn't be surprised when it happened. You constantly needed clear instructions and reassurance.
The three of them let out a quiet laugh.
Eren used the hand that didn't touch his length to stroke the top of your head.
“You are prepared, don't worry.”
Ony removed his clothes, and your jaw dropped at the sight of all the tattoos that adorned his dark brown skin, making him look intimidating and even sexier now. He lay on top of you, the hard planes of his body pressed against your soft curves. You felt the definition of his muscles against you, the proof of his dedication to his sport.
His head above you, his beauty and his handsomeness made your cunt clench.
“Hey,” you whispered softly.
“Hey.” He smiled wrapping your thick thigh around his waist. “How do you want it, love?”
You wrapped an arm around his neck, pressing him against you. “Slow and deep.”
“I’m gonna give you that.”
“I’m not this filming this sappy shit,” Connie grumbled.
“Yeah, they are acting as if my dick isn’t aching right now. The fuck you mean slow?” Eren added.
Ony and you ignored them. He kissed you as he lined his dick to your entrance and pushed his hips in. Your eyes widened at the size difference with Jean, and glanced at Eren, who also had a large one. Feeling full, you had trouble breathing as he bottomed out, and then being able to do it again when he moved his hips backward.
Ony felt Eren’s jealous glare in the back of his head and chuckled.
“Take care of my friend, baby,” he commanded.
With your free hand, you jerked your wrist to jerk Eren's cock, while Ony fucked you. Eren let out a groan of relief at the contact of your hand.
“Such a versatile girl,” Connie teased, making you flustered.
Ony was a precise man. He hated jackhammering during sex. All his thrusts were calculated to please his partner, not just to ejaculate. He was gentle, but incredibly intense. Slow thrusts didn’t mean no hard thrusts. So he angled his hips perfectly so that every time he hit the depth of your pussy, he struck a sensitive spot that made your chubby body tremble even if his pace was slow. The way your curves jiggled with his every move was mesmerizing, and all three men’s eyes in the room were fixed on you.
Your hand ran along Eren’s length, squeezing sometimes, stroking most of the time, as you moaned because of Ony fucking you. His hips slammed so hard against you, feeling so good, while still being gentle; this man was crazy. How was that possible? You hugged him more, wanting to make love with him forever.
Eren’s hand twitched at the top of your head, his breathing ragged. He didn't even contain his arousal for long and let himself cum on your face. You let out a chuckle at the surprise of the action. Ony leaned down to lick some of it on your cheek.
“Why are all of you so gay?” you asked, confused.
“Shhhh,” Ony pressed his lips against yours, continuing his slow love making
“Okay, Ony your time is up,” Eren muttered, punching Ony in the shoulder. Ony groaned, not even that close from release but agreed to withdraw from you. Eren cleaned your face with a tissue before placing a kiss on your forehead.
You let them manipulate your body into whatever position they wanted. You were now sitting on Connie, who had given the camera to Ony, with Eren positioned behind you.
You knew Eren was aggressive. You could feel it in his aura and the way he spoke to people. So, as both dicks slid inside you, your heart pounded with the excitement of being manhandled. It took a little while to adjust to the two cocks inside you, but once you were comfortable, Connie murmured, "Kiss me." You leaned down to give him what he needed.
You rocked your hips, Eren's and Connie's hands on them for the moment. Eren was dangerously calm as you rode Connie, and didn't give him much friction. The sweat that had accumulated on your back intensified as you thought about when Eren would snap and show his true colors.
“Boring,” he finally snapped, grabbing a handful of your braids and pulling them back, making you gasp.
On his knees on the couch, his hips moved back and forth at a punishing pace. Absolutely no attempt at a gradual rhythm to get you used to it; he didn’t care about your whimpers. He took what he wanted, when he wanted it.
Connie kept his hands on your hips, guiding them to gyrate on him. Sometimes, his hands moved up to touch your love handles, kneading your softness.
“The way we don’t need any lube,” Ony joked, moving closer to the trio, nudging his dick against your cheek while filming your flustered reaction. “You think you take three dicks inside you, baby?”
You nodded softly, wanting to please him. Eren released your hair to let you lean down to take Ony’s dick in your mouth. But Eren picked up the pace even more, hand on your back.
You almost choked on Ony’s dick with the aggressiveness of Eren’s thrusts, and the worst part was that Ony pushed his hips anyway. You looked up at him in surprise and he gave you a little smirk, zooming in on your betrayed expression.
“What is it? Your mouth is full of dick, you can’t tell me how betrayed you are that I have a bit of Eren in me. Poor you.”
Ony’s tone became more petty and you moaned on his dick, turned on by this new change of event. You hoped he would still have mostly his gentle side, but you don’t mind his mean side sometimes.
“Bounce that ass, bitch. You’re not doing enough for me,” Eren muttered.
Eren’s frantic pace made you gargling with Ony’s dick, the sound of it making the three men growl. Ony fed you his cock with quick snap of his hips, hitting the deepest spot you can take him. Connie played with your breasts and nipples clamps as he lifted his own pelvic floor to penetrate you deeper. Eren still stroked your braids even though he fucked you like he hated your guts.
The video continued to play, filming the spectacle.
But the camera will never be enough to understand the pleasure you were currently feeling. Hearing Ony groan because of you made you feel powerful. The fact that Eren fucked you like an animal made you let go. And Connie, who was a mix of both but in a submissive way, made you feel understood, since he saw your lack of confidence.
Everything was perfect.
But as always, your disability ruined everything.
Maybe they'll get tired of you like Jean did because of it. You patted Ony's thigh to let him know you wanted to stop, and when the boys realized you were overstimulated, they stopped everything, including the video.
It was like you had needles everywhere, and even the touch of a feather was unbearable. Anxiety and discomfort paralyzed you. You couldn't speak until the sensory overload dissipated, and you just sat on the sofa staring at the floor, extremely embarrassed by how you felt in front of them.
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𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
They weren't making fun of you. They understood what was happening and turned off the lights to reduce sensory input and did breathing exercises with you. You begged them never to mention it again, it was so embarrassing and you felt bad about ruining everything, but they always reassured you that they didn't care.
Now, you were in a polyamorous relationship with them.
It happened so naturally. The day after they sent the video to Jean, you were bombarded with messages from him, but you ended up blocking him on Eren's orders. Sad about your breakup, Ony took you shopping with him, and Connie made you Cuban dishes that catered to your autistic food obsessions to comfort you.
After a few days, you had stopped thinking about Jean because you were always spending time with your new boyfriends.
They were all diametrically opposed, but all perfect for you.
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
This should have stayed private between you and Sasha.
When she asked you who your favorite boyfriend was, you told her you loved them all equally for different reasons, but that Ony was the one you felt the most cared for with.
One day, Eren was on your phone for some random reason, and Sasha sent you a TikTok about couples, saying, "That's so Ony, no wonder he is your favorite boyfriend."
You never saw Eren so angry.
No matter how much you explained the nuance of your opinion, he wouldn't listen and was deeply hurt that you were had a favorite in your relationship with them.
Connie was nonchalant, so he couldn't care less, but he wasn't helping to ease the tension in the apartment because Eren had been in a constant sour mood since the incident. During the week you made love individually, and on weekends you had foursomes, but Eren had stopped participating in anything.
Eren always played the bad boy, but he was one of the most emotional men in the world.
But, thinking about it, you understood why he was so hurt.
You and Eren had a somewhat special relationship. It had taken you weeks to get used to calling him by the word he wanted to hear from you, because it was new to you. But he deserved it. He lived up to the word. He had punched a guy at a frat party who had made fun of you for not talking much. He was the one who knew the signs of your sensory overload best. He gave you advice on how to earn more respect. He was all about making yourself respected, protected, and taken care of. A dad.
Of course, he was hurt that you felt more cared for by Ony than with him, just because Ony was gentler. It made him feel bad about his personality, about himself. He didn't want to be the favorite, but he didn't want to be one of the least liked of your quartet either.
“Eren, you're such a child,” you pouted when he continued to ignore you while he played Final Fantasy XV on the big TV in your apartment.
“You literally have stim toys,” he mumbled, not an ounce of gentleness in his voice, his jaw clenched.
“A real daddy wouldn't act like that.”
That's when you annoyed him. He threw his controller onto the couch, abandoning Noctis character, and ran after you. You screamed as he charged toward you and started running all over the apartment. Instinctively, you went into his room—big mistake. Eren locked the door and grabbed your braids, pulling you against his muscular chest. Eren had a sleeper build, thin from the outside, a greek god once naked.
“And a daddy wouldn’t fuck his daughter so what is your point, huh?” Eren mumbled.
You nuzzle his hard chest, not finding the comfort you can find in Connie’s body which is less muscular and softer. “Connie is better for hugging, like a real daddy,” you teased him.
“Strip.”
“Uh?”
“You’re going to learn who is really taking care of you in this house.”
── .✦ 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…
“I’m so sorry!” you cried, but it didn’t matter since Eren had pushed your face into the pillow. All your pleas, screams, and cries were muffled now. The only thing that could be heard was Eren’s ragged and your flesh bumping against each other. The backshots were crazy, and he wished he could send this to Connie.
“Sorry for what? Disobeying dad? Making fun of me? Be specific because you’ve been a really bad kid lately and it pissed me off,” he panted, picking up the pace, if that was even possible.
Your tears soaked the pillow and intensified as he thrust into you. It felt so good; before Eren, you didn’t know you could have sex like this because of your sensory issues. But it was perfect. Eren didn’t change much. He would always be dominant, and you would always be submissive. He would always choose positions where he was in control, always slap you, choke you, and spank you. It was very brutal, but it was so comforting for you, autistically. You loved routine. Eren's brutality was comforting.
“I love you, I'm sorry for saying Ony was my favorite,” you sniffed, lifting your head as best you could so he could hear you.
“You're only sorry because I'm fucking you to make you say it.”
“No, I—”
“I love Ony. He is the smartest man I know. People only care about his athletic performance, but he has a brilliant brain, very strategic. However,” he grumbled, “my kid can't love him that much.”
“You're right, I'm sorry,” you repeated like a robot because you wanted him to turn you over quickly so you could kiss your favorite angry boyfriend. “You're perfect for me, Eren.”
“Uh,” he smirked, his pace slowing down, “I don’t remember being called this.”
“Stop trying to make me embarrassed. Our relationship is already very weird,” you whispered.
“Ah, you're a hypocrite now? It's just because Connie came back from college a few minutes ago that you're whispering. When he's not there, you easily shout “i feel it in my belly daddy”. You think I'm stupid?”
“Shut your damn mouth, oh my god!” you screamed, mortified that Connie knew what you and Eren had as a dynamic. Connie was a bastard, he was gonna make fun of a dynamic that is deeper than just sex.
A deep chuckle rumbled in Eren’s chest. He pulled your thighs back so that you were lying down and in a prone bone position. He nuzzled your neck. “I accept the apologies of my daugther.”
“Ewwww.”
“Acting you’re not into that shit.”
You laughed and he kissed your skin, making you shiver.
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
goofiestcubandick69 : i just heard our girl call eren daddy in bed ??????????
lamelo’s left ball : wdym daddy that boy can’t even handle his own emotions
lamelo’s left ball : how he is gonna handle a kid
goofiestcubandick69 : thats what im saying
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you : ummmm can yall forget this okay…….
worstpsychiatricpatient : im actually her dad tho
worstpsychiatricpatient : do you even know what is hyposensitivity in autism
lamelo’s left ball : you’re acting like that’s a fatal character flaw to not know
lamelo’s left ball : admitting you don’t know something is the first step to be smarter
goofiestcubandick69 : no but do she knows you ate your own shit when we were at the nursery
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : yeah thats what i thought
you : WTF ????????????????????
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 : 𝐨𝐧𝐲 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Studying for exams was torture for your autism.
Exams disrupted all your routines; you now had to care about things you didn't care about, and you didn't dare complain to your boyfriends because you felt like you complained all the time. As if you had a monopoly on suffering. They suffered from exams too, and you didn't want to bother them with your usual autistic complaints.
You were trying not to burst into tears in the university library because of all the academic pressure and the sheer amount of material you had to study.
As you were reviewing your lectures’s notes, someone sat down next to you. A familiar scent of men's cologne made you stiffen as you looked at the person.
"Not sucking three dicks?" Jean smiled, but there was nothing warm in his expression.
“I’ll do what I want, you cheated on me,” you muttered, unsure of yourself, but like Eren and Connie had taught you to be more confident in your comebacks.
“You weren’t exactly the ideal girlfriend. They’ll leave you eventually and realize it too.” You looked away from the brown-haired man to your textbooks, your eyes welling with tears.
It was your biggest fear.
Being a burden to others. That’s why you tried not to complain too much about your autism so as not to bore your boyfriends.
You wanted your boyfriends to be able to talk about your personality first. About your love of pink. About your collection of perfumes and platform boots. About your knowledge of cosmetology. About your rare vintage clothes.
No, they had to tell all their friends during parties that you were autistic so no one would be mean to you because you didn't talk much because of not understanding the world around you and struggling to read the room.
You were chatty with your boyfriends because they had become routines. But anything new was difficult for you to understand, so you struggled to be yourself.
You shouldn't be ashamed of your disability, but a disability did what it did: it handicapped you in life.
"Many autistic people are happily married. My boyfriends are happy with me. You're the only idiot who can't leave me and prefers to be unfaithful," you said in a trembling voice before leaving the university library. You hoped your boyfriend were proud of you for standing for yourself.
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When sadness strikes, always turn to Ony. It should be a famous saying.
“Point in my life” by Gucci Mane was playing in the gym, accompanied by the sound of bouncing basketballs. You cheered Ony on as he made baskets for his practice. With each basket, you yelled, and he turned to look at you, laughing. The other people in the stands looked at you as if you were the male-centered protagonist of a romance novel, but you didn't care. Your baby, your man was surely going to be drafted this summer; he deserved all the praise!
When he finished his practice, you went to the locker room with him. You innocently watched all the men getting dressed in front of you, giving you strange looks, waiting to be alone with your lover.
Once alone, Ony d led you to the showers so you could get undressed.
“What’s on your mind? I know these eyes cried, ma’. Don’t fool me,” Ony murmured, kneeling before you when you were finally naked under the shower spray.
“W-What are you doing?”
He pressed your back against the shower wall and lifted one of your legs to his shoulder.
“You don’t know? Pussy eating therapy session.”
You burst into laughter at the absurdity but quickly panted when he buried his nose and mouth deep into wet folds.
“I… I feel like I’m going to burn out from the exams. It’s just too much. I can’t sleep because it stresses me out so much, and on top of that, I’m not doing my usual routines anymore, so I’m not myself anymore,” you paused to let out a moan as his tongue caressed a particularly sensitive spot. “I cry all the time when I study, and I didn’t want to seem like an attention whore by talking to you about my problems.”
Indulging in your arousal, he groaned at the scent of you; it made him lose his mind. He moved his tongue deeper, lapping at you, twisting it inside.
“I’m scared you, Connie and Eren will leaving me because of my autism.”
That made him stop completely, and he looked at you in horror.
“The fuck?”
Thinking about what Jean said made your eyes water, and fed up, you sobbed. Sometimes you laughed, sometimes you cried; these days you didn’t even remember yourself.
“Mama,” he said softly, rising from the floor to embrace you, kissing your cheek wet not from the shower but from your tears. “Who put these shitty ideas in your head?”
“M-My ex…”
“And what did I tell you about that motherfucker?”
“That he was stupid to look at any other woman but me.”
“Exactly, so why do you listen to him?”
“I don’t know, he was as loving as you all, and still cheated.”
“Being loving doesn’t mean shit. He never helped you during a meltdown. We did. A lot. I hope he dies.”
You widened your eyes. “Don’t say that!”
“What are you gonna do with your socially anxious ass to make me stop, huh?”
You pouted. “Nothing…”
“Right, now let me fuck you good, you need it.”
He lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he stood pushing you against the wall.
He kissed you as his dick slid in, all his affection communicate through his tongue, his kiss, the way his hips slammed again you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands stroking his short hair under the shower jet which dampened it into tight curls.
“I feel so safe with you, Ony. Sorry for what I said, I trust you. I’m a bit tired because of school, I think,” you whispered against his lips.
“Yeah? You’re not gonna listen to this dumbass again?”
You shook your head.
“Proud of my sweet girl.”
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˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐨𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
goofiestcubandick69 : are yall into public sex
you : NO!!!!!!!!!!
worstpsychiatricpatient : yea
lamelo’s left ball : hell no
lamelo’s left ball : nobody looks at my girl like that
goofiestcubandick69 : then why there is a rumor on the campus about our girl looking at naked men with you
worstpsychiatricpatient : thats even gayer than when he licked my cum
lamelo’s left ball : we masturbated together in middle school eren
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : man you’re a child
goofiestcubandick69 : and gay
goofiestcubandick69 : ony i didnt forget
goofiestcubandick69 : you put MY girl with naked men
goofiestcubandick69 : tf is wrong with you
lamelo’s left ball : why are we focused on ME when SHE was in my male locker room ?????
goofiestcubandick69 : mi princesa can do no wrong
goofiestcubandick69 : soy su perro
you : exactlyyyyyy
[worstpsychiatricpatient is back in the chat.]
worstpsychiatricpatient : two dumb bitches telling each other ‘exactlyyyyyy’
[worstpsychiatricpatient has left the chat.]
goofiestcubandick69 : this man is true to his @
goofiestcubandick69 : don’t call mi princesa a bitch u motherfucker
goofiestcubandick69 : but call me a bitch if you want to i’m into that
you : ????????
lamelo’s left ball : he has the nerve to call eren gay
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If Eren was your angry boyfriend, Ony your gentle lover, Connie should be your sexy latino man?
That's what everyone thought about Connie.
On campus, the girls with a latino men fetish are interested in him because of his accent. His tattoos. His piercings. His immigrant status. He knows these white american girls well, girls who see latin America as a land full of sexy men, who think latin culture is just about aesthetics. So he created three phases to find the right people for him.
First, phase number 1, which attracts all the girls: The laid-back latino.
Sweatpants. Tattoos. Laid-back persona. Stoned out a lot. Hanging out with the university's plug Eren and the university's star, Ony. Calling any girl 'mami'. The girls love it, adore it, and can't get enough.
Then, he reveals a little bit of himself, and that's when things get out of hand.
There's his "goofy" phase, when he shows how weird and funny he can be, even if it makes him less of a stereotypical latino man.
99% of the girls leave or get the ick.
That's how he knew you were the one because you never thought much of his goofy behavior sometimes and just went along with him. He feels so normal with you; he doesn't have to perform some racist stereotype with you, you just accept him with all his facets.
Now, he can finally show his final layer: his submissive side.
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Being the dominant one in the relationship was so much fun.
Of course, you liked being manhandled by Eren, or being praised by Ony.
But it was just as exciting as getting what your submissive man wanted tonight.
“Do whatever you want to do to me in my sleep. If I don’t wake up with you fucking me, I’m gonna blow up the apartment.”
You and Connie looked at each other during dinner, even when you were on Eren’s lap or in Ony’s arms. You both knew you were going to have fun tonight when everyone was asleep. You were going to have fun when he was asleep.
You crept into his room so as not to wake him. You climbed onto the bed and noticed he wasn’t wearing a blanket or a shirt. You chuckled; he was really waiting for this.
You leaned down to kiss all over his chest and abdomen, your tongue flicking around his navel piercing and all his tattoos.
His body shivered, but he didn't open his eyes.
You stripped him of the rest of his clothes and spat on your bare breasts, then smeared the saliva on the inside of your breasts. Your mouth watered at his hard pierced dick that reacted to your kisses. Big. Thick. Exactly the type of dick you wanted to rub your tits around.
You gently palmed his cock before placing it between your breasts. You added more saliva to your mess as you kneaded your breasts around him. The situation was oddly stimulating sensorially with the softness of your chest and the humidity of your saliva.
“Mami, I missed you,” Connie murmured, voice still sleepy as he rubbed his eyes.
You gave him an affectionate smile. “What do you want tonight?”
“Uh, you never learn? My body belongs to you. You’re the one who chooses everything.”
A fire snaked through your belly, igniting your insides.
You stopped what you were doing even though you saw disappointment in his eyes, but they lit up when you sat on his pelvis, sliding down his dick.
“Oh hell yeah,” he moaned, his hands coming to your hips but you slapped him.
“I didn’t say you could do that, Connie,” you chided him. “Put your hands above your head, I’ll slap you if you move them.”
His gut twisted with arousal, he absolutely nodded and obeyed with enamored eyes.
You couldn't say no to people but were able to slap your man, the duality of an autistic freaky woman.
You leaned down to stabilize yourself on his shoulders. Lifting yourself off his cock, you slid down again brutally, making him gasp and whine for more. When he whined too much, you slapped him and told him to stop. He almost cummed and bit his lower lip till it bled not to.
You did everything you wanted to Connie. A slow pace when your legs were tired. At fast pace, fucking yourself on his dick. Sometimes, you turned over and he thanked God women existed just to see your ass gyrating in front of him.
When you were the dominant one, you experienced less sensory overload during sex, that’s why you loved having sex with Connie so much.
You rode him, rocking your hips against him, your tits bouncing, looking like a voluptuous succubus who haunted him at night. It made him lose his mind, and spouting nonsense, his brain going dumb.
“Yesterday I genuinely cried because I wanted to eat you out but it was Ony’s day, so I ate so many sweets just to feel you on my tongue.”
Your heart fluttered and you leaned down to kiss him. “You’re so cute and weird, Connie.”
He forgot about the rules and just hugged his favorite girl ever.
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[messages from ‘princess’s harem 🎀 ’ group chat]
worstpsychiatristpatient : how do you cope with the fact that your girl is a rapist
you : WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
you : ???????????
goofiestcubandick69 : she cant rape me since i am her slave
goofiestcubandick69 : my body is her propriety
worstpsychiatristpatient : not only my girl is a rapist
worstpsychiatristpatient : but she uses mind control
goofiestcubandick69 : exactly
goofiestcubandick69 : my mind is controlled by her
goofiestcubandick69 : i always think of my girl
lamelo’s left ball : i’m employed what happened
you : eren discovered somno
[lamelo’s left ball is now offline.]
goofiestcubandick69 : thats why i love ony
goofiestcubandick69 : he knows how to mind his own business
worstpsychiatristpatient : just so you know i called the police
worstpsychiatristpatient : mind u i’m the only one who have a real job and a dangerous one at that
worstpsychiatristpatient : so fuck u lamelo wannabe
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“Ma’, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
Ony took the star you were trying to put on top of the fake pink tree Connie had found on some niche website. He placed it where you wanted it.
“There is no way, it’s really the only color we will ever see at Christmas,” Eren grumbled, rummaging through the Christmas decorations you and Connie had bought weeks earlier, appalled by all the pink in them. “Christmas is green and red!”
“Well, it’s my girl’s world so I don’t care about Christmas rules,” Connie mumbled, taking a drag of his blunt, sitting on the couch.
“And you guys also have pink Christmas pajamas to wear!” you said excitedly, pulling out the pink pajama sets with snowflake patterns.
Eren winced, Connie gave a thumbs-up, and Ony chuckled. But they wore them all, just for your beautiful eyes.
It was going to be a fun Christmas, but you wouldn't trade places for anything in the world.
Because you were with the three loves of your life. In no particular order. Just the trio of your heart.
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Summary: Toji asks you to join one of his streams so he can show his fangirls how he really fucks
Warnings: established relationship, smut, 0 plot, mean!dom!Toji, sub!reader, older toji (reader is like 22 and hes like 27..?), p in v, unprotected, on film, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), facefucking, messy pussy eating, fingering, kinda daddy kink like not really (he calls himself it like twice), squirting, spitting, biting, choking, spanking, scratching, creampies, manhandling, overstim, dacryphilia, degradation, praise,
Wc: ~3.7k
a/n: i literally have so many abandoned drafts but i keep writing new ideas instead of finishing them </3
This is pretty proofread but again im posting at almost 4 am so if theres typos its cause im about to fall asleep
It had been 3 days since your boyfriend had asked if youd be willing to join in on one of his videos. You had been in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you scrolled on your phone, waiting patiently for him to finish filming. When Toji finally emerged from your shared bedroom, skin flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat he immediately slumped against you, pressing you further into the counter.
“Yknow what i was thinkin’ babe?”
“Hm” you hummed back, not looking up from your phone.
“You should join a video of mine, sure my fangirls would love to see it” he smirked, kissing along the column of your neck as you finally paused your mindless scrolling.
It had taken a bit of convincing, understanding how his privacy and subscription was set up and how it wouldnt be a public thing, only accessible to those paying the highest tier for bonus content. He also went on about viewership and such, grinning widely when he talked about how everyone will love to see how good you are for him.
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3 days later and you sat on the bed in your room, watching him as he set up a few cameras — one facing the bed, one towards the side and another strapped to his chest which he called the “dom cam”.
“Cmon baby jus’ relax, gonna be like how we normally do it” his deep voice fills the space between you, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. You offer him a soft smile when you nod, fixing your position on the edge of the bed.
“Atta girl, always so good for me” he praises, gently slapping your cheek a few times before returning to fiddling with the camera.
“So we just like… pretend theyre not there?” You ask, tilting your head as he stepped behind the camera, positioning it properly on you.
“Mhmmm” he drags out, his eyes flicking from the small screen on the camera to you. “Jus’ gonna fuck you like i normally do. Already look so hot when im inside anyways” he smirks at you as your cheeks flush, his sharp canines peaking out from the corners of his lips. He reached out and pressing a button on the cameras, the glowing red light immediately popping up. You chew your lip as you focus on the one strapped to his naked chest, eyeing the camera before focusing on his face.
A wide grin is spread on his lips, canines flashing as he leans down to cup your jaw, kissing along the opposite side of your neck. When you let out a small whine he pulls back, grin still wide as his hands fall to your waist to tug you closer to the edge of the bed. He stands in front of you, grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You looked up at him properly and your face was met with the bulge in his sweats, breath hitching as you took in how good he looked like this — hair a little messy, a wide smirk on his face, broad shoulders, a muscular chest that towered over you, and a straining cock hidden just out of sight.
His hand fell into your hair, brushing it away from your face gently before giving it a harsh tug back, making you wince. His other hand moves to your face again, thumb trailing over your bottom lip. You take it into your mouth, tongue swirling around it before sucking on it gently. His grin grew wider, gesturing with his head down at his crotch.
“Be a good girl and help me out a lil yeah? Like you usually do”
You stare up at him, eyes flicking from the camera to his face as you reach out to run your fingers along his thick thighs. Your fingers trailed further up, digging into the band of his sweatpants, fingers rubbing gently at his skin. When he pulls his thumb from your mouth you bite your lip as your eyes focus on his green ones, tugging down his sweats.
His cock springs free at the sharp tug of his sweatpants, thick and hard and leaking as it slaps against his abs. Veins travel up the length of it as pre decorates his tip, like little small pearls of desire signalling a demand for attention. He tugs your face closer to it and nods, urging you to continue as you wet your lips.
You lean in closer, licking a long stripe up the length of it, hand reaching out to firmly hold the base as your tongue works. Your eyes cant help but focus on the little flashing red light of the camera, tongue swirling over his reddened tip as he lets out a deep groan.
“Thatsss it… doin’ so good, look so pretty” he tugs your hair hard and your lips part slightly; small sparks of pain tingling across your scalp. He grins as he takes the opportunity to shove himself into your mouth, stretching your lips wide around his girth.
You choke slightly at the shove in, eyes widening as they flick up to his face. You smack his thigh lightly in protest but he just laughs, pulling his hips back before ramming them back in. You gag around him again, gripping onto his thighs as he holds the back of your head, using it as leverage to thrust harder into your mouth.
You stare up at him, small trails of drool sliding down from the corners of your lips. Hes grunting above you, deep sounds that fill the space between you as his head falls to the side, eyes fluttering as he shoves in particularly deep. You gag loudly against him, more drool sliding from your lips and tears stinging your eyes. Hes so big compared to you, shoved so deep in your throat you can barely breathe around him.
“Look so pretty when you cry like that” he grunts out, a hand moving to slap against your cheek. You whine at the slap, a few wet tears sliding down your flush cheeks. He pulls out suddenly and you pant hard, air immediately filling your lungs after having his cock shoved down your throat. He slaps his length against your face a few times, fucking his cock slowly across the side of your nose. You pout up at him, saliva and precum spreading across your skin. He grips your jaw harder, squeezing your cheeks together. When your lips part he leans down slightly, spitting directly onto them before dragging his cock back and forth through them. You let the spit rest on your lips, allowing his cock to drag over them before he pulls away.
His hands reach down and tugs your shirt off, buttons popping and rolling along the floor of your room; your eyes on his as you lean back slightly for him. He pushes you all the way back on the mattress, grabbing your shorts and tugging them off along with your underwear. You shiver as the cool air hits you, already soaked for him as you lean your head up to watch him. He sinks to the ground between your spread thighs, pointing the camera at your slick cunt.
“Shes so wet for me already” he purrs, moving closer to ghost his thumb over your clit. “Such a slutty thing for me arent ya?” He asks, blowing cold air over your folds.
You shiver at the feeling, looking at him with a pout “Tojiii” you whine out, trying to squirm your hips away from both his and the camera attention.
“Awww don’t be shy, baby. She looks like she tastes fuckin delicious, bet the viewers think so too” he flashes you a grin, all sharp teeth on display before sinking them into the plush skin of your thigh. His bite makes you cry out, hips bucking away from his mouth as he sucks on the spot, leaving a dark mark when he finally pulls away.
His arm reaches up, hand grabbing at your tit. He squeezes over the skin, fingers circling and tugging at your nipple. He leans down, spitting a glob of saliva onto your clit before using his ring and middle fingers to spread it around. He circles your clit slow, eyes flicking up to watch your face as you pant out, eyes locked on his. His other hand slides down from your chest, grabbing your thigh to open it further as his fingers trail down from your clit and run along your folds. They trail back up slowly before he slaps your clit hard, letting out a mocking laugh as you jerk your hips away.
“Ah-!“ you call out at the slap, hand flying down to push at his head in retaliation, pouting when he looks up at you.
“Stop teasing Toji”
“Fine, fine” he mumbled, kissing along your thigh until his mouth was connecting with your cunt, tongue slurping at your skin as he drinks you in. Saliva mixes with your slick as he drags his tongue all along your folds and shoves into them. Messy noises fill the room as he shifts the camera over so it would pick up everything. Coats of slick cover your pussy, mixes of saliva and your own juices glistening in the faint lighting of the room as he rams his tongue back inside you, licking into every crevice.
“F-fuck Toji!” You moan out at the feeling, back pressing further into the sheets as your hands grab at his hair. He pulls out of your hole with a grin, tongue dragging higher to suck and nip at your clit, swirling his tongue around it. He hums around the sensitive bud before flattening his tongue on it and moving his head back and forth. He pulls away to spit on it again, fingers moving up to spread your wetness around. His tongue fucks back into you, his fingers rubbing along your clit.
You were a moaning mess above him — hips bucking down along his face, fingers tugging at his hair so hard it almost ripped out, your mouth falling open and your eyes on the verge of rolling back in your head. Your slick stuck to your thighs and his chin, messily spreading all over you and dripping onto the sheets below your hips.
The room was so warm from what you both were doing, the cameras pointed at you making every sense twice as strong. Something deep in your gut churned, a need to be louder and hotter, a slight possessive nature to make sure your boyfriend’s fangirls knew he only fucked you.
You tugged his head closer to your pussy, his nose nudging into your clit along with his fingers. His tongue still thrusts into you, mouth drooling saliva in and around you, your thighs drenched. Your insides warm, the messiness of it all turning you on so much. His free hand moved to slap across your thighs, the feeling burning across your skin. You yelp out at the feeling, tugging again at his hair.
“‘M clo- ah fuck - close -nghh- Toji” you moan out louder than normal, hips bucking against his face. One of his eyebrows raise at your moan but you never noticed, too focussed on the feeling of his mouth on you.
He doesnt pull away to speak, does let out any mocking sounds or laughs like he usually does. He just focusses on you, briefly mumbling something incoherent into your cunt before going back to work. The heat builds steadily under your skin, a slow ascend that threatens to boil over at any moment as Toji maintains his pace, continuing to messily slobber over your cunt, tongue digging around in your hole as his fingers press harder on your clit, rubbing with a passion to make you cum.
Your high peaks, right at the cusp of falling over but still needing one last push. As if on cue his hand flies down against your thigh, hips jerking up violently into his mouth. You cum as the spank sends you tumbling from your high, heat spreading along your skin as every nerve feels like its been zapped by lightning. You gush into his face, screaming out at the pleasure. His tongue messily lapping it up as his face drenches in more juices, chin and nose coated in your essence.
He doesnt stop, doesnt even slow down at you squirt on him. His efforts double, nose pressing into your clit as his tongue fucks into you. You cry out harder, fresh tears spilling from the overstimulation. You try to jerk your hips back to escape but he just shakes his head against you, hands digging hard into your plush thighs until they bruise. His tongue drags out of you, sucking at your clit before spitting on it and sucking again.
“T-toji - fuck- s-stop - ohmygod - gonna cum again” you squeal out, eyes shutting from pleasure as your second orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, limbs locking up and head spinning from the sheer pleasure in your veins. Tears spill harder from your cheeks as he still doesnt let up, hips thrashing against him but he just holds you firmly down against the mattress.
“One more, gimme one more baby” he hums against your pussy, not pulling away for long before his fingers are thrusting into you and his tongue is spelling his name against your clit. Your thighs slam closed around his head, burying him closer to you and he laughs out. His fingers curl inside you, fucking messily into your cunt as loud squelches fill the room.
You felt the familiar sensation deep in your gut, so easily ready to fall over the edge again as he continues his ministrations, his fingers rubbing each time against your sweet spot. You shatter around him again, squirting against his face and hands as you cry out. Your legs squirm around him, hips bucking into his face as you try to shimmy up the mattress and away from him. He lifts his face slowly from between your trembling thighs, his chin and nose drenched in you. His dark greedy eyes rake down from your flushed face to your heaving chest and then back to your quivering cunt. He licks his lips, savouring the taste of you before slapping your clit. Your hips jerk away again and you whimper, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks. His eyes lock on them as he moves up your trembling body, licking them off your skin.
“Look so pretty when you cry like a slut for me” You whine out as his dick pokes at your swollen clit, spreading your slick around. He leans closer to your face, kissing along your jaw to your ear.
“Was gonna make you ride me but my baby looks too tired for that, yeah?” He mocks, biting at your ear before moving down your neck. You nod quickly, hands grabbing at his shoulders as your thighs still twitch around his hips, another small whine leaving you at the ache forming in them.
You look over at the two other cameras in the room, watching them as he kisses down the valley of your breasts. His hand moves up to roughly turn your jaw from looking at the camera to looking at him, his teeth sinking into the skin of your breast. You let out a soft moan, thighs pressing further around his hips. He trails kisses between both your nipples — kissing and sucking and biting at the skin — drinking in the sounds of your whines and moans.
His tongue swirls around one of your nipples, sucking it into your mouth harshly. His hand moves to grope at the other, slapping and squeezing at it. He grins into your skin at the sound of your little gasps and whines, your fingers digging into his hair.
He pulls away and trails kisses back up your neck, biting into the skin and sucking. He points the camera at you, deep marks littered across your flushed skin. Your eyes meet his and you let out a small whine, the camera moving from your neck down your breast and navel and stopping at your pussy. He spreads your legs apart wider, one hand holding the camera as the other runs through your swollen folds, still sensitive from your 3 orgasms.
“Gonna fuck this pretty thing so good” he laughs out, setting the camera back against his chest as he runs his tip through your folds, pushing your legs wider. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby”
You whine out, grinding your hips against him despite how overstimulated you feel. “Please Toji, need you to fuck me”
He grins widely, slamming his hips into yours. You cry out, falling back against the pillows as his hips repeatedly slam into yours, pace already brutal as he fucks you. Your hands reach out, nails dragging down his arms until small droplets of blood form on his skin. He grunts out loudly, grabbing at your thighs to hold them open.
“Fuck you feel so good, such a dirty girl for me” he groans out, his deep voice dripping with pleasure as he plows into you. The camera strapped to his chest picks up everything — your tits bouncing widely with each violent thrust in, the squelching sounds filling the room from your soaked pussy, and the delicious bulge in your lower stomach from how deep he is in you.
He reaches down, pressing his palm into the bump and speeding up slightly, fucking widely into your pussy. You cry out again, whole body moving up the mattress from the force of his thrusts. The headboard repeatedly smacks into the wall, the noise filling the room loudly. Your moans and his grunts add to the noise, conjoint sounds of pleasure that prove how good hes fucking you.
His hand slides down, thumb rubbing into your sensitive clit and you jerk away from him again. His free hand tugs you back in place, thrusting himself so deep inside you feel like youll choke on it.
Drool drips from your chin, mind hazy and empty, only the thought of how good his cock feels remaining. Every harsh thrust in drags against your gummy walls, slamming into your cervix and that sweet spot. You feel so full, already so close to spiralling off the edge as he picks up speed.
“T-toji ‘ts t-too muchhh” you choke out with a whine, trying to sink your nails deeper into his skin.
“Awww is Daddys cock too much for you?” He teases with a choked laugh, giving a particularly harsh thrust that has your eyes squeezing shut.
“N-never said t-that” you moan, hips bucking against his as he pinches your clit, the heat in your gut suddenly snapping.
You let out a choked sob, tumbling over the edge as your orgasm washes over you. It was harsh and sudden, lighting your nerves up like fireworks as your hips buck uncontrollably against his. Your mind swirls, getting dizzy from the pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head. When you finally come down his hips are still fucking into you, thick cock dragging against your sensitive walls as he chases his own high.
You cry out his name as tears spill from your eyes again, trying to get away from the relentless thrusting of his hips. He leans forwards on top of you, hand grabbing at your throat and squeezing, a lewd moan escaping you.
“Almost there baby, jus’ be a good girl for Daddy for a bit longer. You can do it” he mumbles against your skin before slotting his lips over yours and kissing. His mouth dominates the kiss, biting at your lips before sliding his tongue against yours. You moan into his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as your thighs wrap around his waist more firmly, pulling him closer to you.
The heat in your stomach builds again and you feel like youre going to lose your mind, body ringed out of every last drop of pleasure inside you. His hips lose their rhythm for a moment and he swears into your lips, forehead dropping to rest against your chin as his fingers tighten by a fraction around your neck. Hes fucking into you like an animal, desperate to reach his release after watching you get yours so many times. His fingers continue their work on your clit, not letting up as he gets closer to his peak, needing you there too.
He lets out a sudden broken sound, biting into your skin as he cums inside you. Warmth spreads inside you as you squeeze around him, reaching your peak as he slams into you roughly, releasing thick ropes of white into you. You grab at his shoulders, shaking against his strong chest as you sob out, cumming hard again. His hips rock gently into you, pushing his sticky release further into you before hes crumpling on top of your body.
“N-no more” you beg with a small whine, grabbing at his hair as he slumps further ontop of you, panting out as he tries to catch his breath. Your skin is sticky as you fit together, making him grunt out when he finally peels himself away and rolls over. Toji stays like that for a few moments, hands sliding down his sweaty face as he curses under his breath and lets out a laugh.
“Fuck that was good baby, holy shit” he turns to you with a wide grin, kissing along your shoulder before moving to turn off the cameras positioned around the bed. He uses the one that was on him to film between your legs, capturing how his cum leaks from you and drips down your thighs onto the mattress. He runs his fingers through it a couple of times before you jerk away, grumbling something as you turn away.
“Alright baby we done, dont worry. Did so good for me, you were so pretty” he praises as he kisses your thigh, turning the camera off and tossing it to the side. He reaches down and picks you up in his strong arms, pressing you to his chest as he walks you both to the bathroom. “Lets get you all washed up and then we can cuddle, hows that sound?”
ken (keonho) only has a great day if barbie (his gf, reader) looks at him.
1.2k ⊱ starring bf!keonho x fem reader 𔘓 genre fluff, established relationship (skinship, kissing), romcom ⋆｡ song transform, daniel caesar. 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
( ℰve🪽 ) —— finally posting a cortis fic… also writing ts bcuz i miss my situationship & he’s js as annoying as keonho (affectionate) 💔 not proofread again bcuz i js be writing shi fr, so sorry for any typos >< like&reblog 4 kisses <3
KEONHO ONLY HAS A GREAT DAY IF YOU LOOK AT HIM.
No, scratch that. He only has a great day when you give him your entire attention.
If you don't? You face the consequences of a very sulky and pouty Keonho who looks like a neglected puppy.
He'll frown when you're too focused on your phone. He'll pout when he sees you texting someone and laughing about it. He'll sulk when you don't give any ounce of attention.
And a very sulky Keonho is never good.
For example: When you’re mad at him, Keonho feels like the world is ending. Because according to him, you’re his world.
Everyone around him gets affected by it as well. Seonghyeon and Martin feels uneasy when instead of the usual energetic Keonho they know gets replaced by a very sad Keonho. Their room gets oddly quiet and Keonho just lays on his bed, eyebrows furrowed, while staring at the ceiling.
“What’s up with him now…?” Martin whispers to Seonghyeon, who in return, just shrugs his shoulders. Because just a few minutes ago, they were loudly laughing while playing some games—then Keonho had to take a call and went into his room. When the other two came to check up on him, they found him looking like an abandoned puppy.
His phone suddenly rings. You were finally calling him. The ringtone was a unique sound, he particularly set a different ringtone for you. So anyone who calls him gets ignored, unless he knows it’s you, because of the special ringtone he set.
“Ah!” Keonho immediately gets up from his bed, grabbing his phone way too fast. “Baby?” he croaks out. You almost feel guilty and you can practically imagine his pouty lips through the screen.
But at the first place, he was at fault. He knew that, you knew that, and his two best friends observing him knew about it.
“I’m sorry, baby.” he sniffles, voice slightly shaking. “I promise, I’ll stop ragebaiting you. Please, forgive me please..”
You let out a sigh. “I’m outside your dorm, dummy. Meet m—”
Before you could even finish your sentence, he jumped out of his bed, even pushing Seonghyeon out of the way to run to the main door. Even Juhoon who was about to ask if they want to eat lunch, gets pushed out of the way by Keonho.
He opens the door like he’s about to open a golden treasure chest. “Baby!” he cheered, pulling you into a hug. Acting like he wasn’t just sulking over you not replying to him earlier.
You don’t hug back, but you let him cuddle you in the middle of the hallway. “You’re still mad?” he sticks out his bottom lip, giving you his usual pouty face that he knows you can’t resist.
“Baby, look at me, please?”
You shake your head. There’s no way your falling for that. Remember, you’re mad. You’re pissed off with him now, you’re not allowed to melt into his arms, and place plenty of kisses on his face.
Keonho caresses your cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you mad. Forgive me, hm?”
“You know I can’t breathe properly when you don’t look at me,” he says. His eyes soften when you glare at him. But at least, you finally looked at him. Even if you’re annoyed with him. What matters to your boyfriend is that you’re giving him your time.
“Finally. My baby’s cute when she’s mad.” he teases, trying to cheer you up. You press your lips, trying to hold back your smile.
“Shut up…” you try to pull away from his hold. He doesn’t allow you. He pulls you even closer into his arms. “I’m still mad at you.”
That’s obvious. Keonho chuckled, nodding his head. “I know. Do you want ice cream? Or a chocolate? I’ll buy it for you.”
“Ice cream,” you demanded.
His smile widened, nodding his head again. “Anything for my princess.”
And yet again, you’ve fallen for your boyfriend’s charms. But… it’s mainly because he knows exactly how to cheer you up. A pouty face, some teasing, and a bribe (your favorite ice cream)—you already forgot why you were mad in the first place.
“Can we kiss now?” Keonho grinned, playfully raising his brows.
You rolled your eyes. “Get me the ice cream first—”
Suddenly, your boyfriend becomes the Flash. You watch as he lets go of your hand, steals Martin’s wallet, grab your hand again, and pull you to run away with him to the nearest convenience store—all within a minute.
“Ahn Keonho!” Martin’s voice fades away as you two giddily run away from him.
Keonho looked at you, still holding your hands. “If the ice cream is like 1000 won, you owe me 1000 kisses.”
And he’s actually serious with that deal of his.
Because after you two bought the ice cream, you ended up on his bed, forced to give him plenty of kisses.
“100 kisses on the right side of my cheek.” he pointed to his cheek, continuing to lick his salted caramel flavored ice cream. “Then, another 100 on the left side..”
“And?” you bit your ice cream, shrugging at its coldness.
“500 on the lips!” he giggles. You snicker at his words, because there’s no way you could give him a thousand kisses within the day, right?
“No way..” you joke around. Sure, you like kissing your boyfriend, but just two kisses is enough for you.
“Yes way.” he pressed on, moving closer to you. “Don’t you wanna kiss me? Don’t you love me anymore?”
One thing about Keonho is that if he wants something, he has to get it. Or he’ll get sulky. Especially if it involves you? He wants your time, attention, kisses, everything.
“I love you, but no one can kiss someone for a hundred times within a day.”
Keonho pouts, intertwining his hands with yours. “I can,” he declared. Oh, another thing about your boyfriend? He’s very determined. So if he thinks that he can kiss you for a hundred times, he’ll prove himself right, and prove you wrong.
He surprises you with a quick peck on the cheeks. “One.” Then one on your nose. “Two,” he continues, “Three.” A peck on your forehead.
Keonho pulls away. You glare at him, kind of dumbfounded from the surprise kisses. He laughs before pressing his lips against yours. “Four!” A long kiss on your lips.
“Five,” he adds, not giving you time to breathe. This time, he doesn’t let you speak, pressing several quick kisses everywhere on your face. Be it your nose, cheeks, lips again, or your forehead—not letting your skin go away untouched. “Mwah!”
You start giggling uncontrollably, his hands grabbing your face, not letting you move away from his flurry of attack kisses. He doesn’t stop, everytime you let out a giggle, he uses it as his motivation to keep on kissing you. At this point, you’re getting tickled by him.
“Okay, okay! I get it!” you push him off playfully. “I guess you can kiss a hundred times.”
Keonho presses one last kiss on your lips. “Now you get me, baby,” he continues, “Your turn?”
As in, it’s your turn to kiss him. Your lips curved into a smile. “Game on.”
Before you could tackle him, a loud voice interrupts you two. “Disgusting. Can you two not see me here?”
Martin looks at you and your boyfriend with a baffled face. Oh, you forgot about the fact that Keonho shared a room with Martin and Seonghyeon.
“So?” Keonho tilts his head. “Come on, baby. It’s your turn now.”
SYNOPSIS :: Your boyfriend swears he'll be fine without sunscreen despite your insistence, though he doesn't mind being proven wrong if it means you'll take care of him.
W.C :: 5.0k
CONTAINS :: athletic!keonho, fluff + crack, high school au, established relationship, cringe + cliché teen love, cheesy dialogue, sports day, sunburns, pet names, skinship, kissing
PLAYLIST :: Sweet boy - Malcolm Todd; The perfect pair - Beabadoobee; Puppy love - Paul Anka; No.1 party anthem - Arctic Monkeys
The school field was already buzzing with energy despite the early hour. Red, Blue, Yellow, and Green banners rippled in the warm morning breeze, and the sound of excited chatter mixed with the occasional shriek of laughter as students ran around with face paint, glitter, and makeshift foam fingers. The smell of freshly cut grass and the distant sizzle of the food stalls being set up hung in the air.
Keonho had claimed a spot against the old brick wall near the Red House base, far enough from the chaos to hear himself think but close enough to be part of the action. He sat cross-legged on the grass, a small pot of red face paint beside him and a thin brush in his hand. His other hand was resting on his knee, tapping along to a song only he could hear.
"Come here," he said, his voice soft but commanding as he looked up at you. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners of his mouth already curving into that teasing smile you knew so well. "Hold still, baby."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the warmth that spread through your chest at the endearment. You knelt in front of him, tucking your knees under you on the grass whilst his hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your face gently toward him. His fingers were warm, a little calloused from all the hours he spent practicing basketball, and they lingered on your skin just a moment longer than necessary.
"Perfect," he murmured, more to himself than to you, as he studied your face like it was a canvas he was about to create a masterpiece on. His brow furrowed in concentration, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing at how serious he looked.
He dipped the brush into the red paint and began to work, his strokes careful and deliberate. He painted two bold streaks on your cheeks, mirroring the ones he'd already applied to Seonghyeon beforehand. Then he added a small star on your forehead, right between your eyebrows, because apparently he thought that was necessary for good luck.
"There," he announced, leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Now you look like a proper Red House warrior."
You laughed, reaching up to touch the star on your forehead. "Really? I feel like I look a bit silly."
"You could never look silly, baby," he said with a shrug, his grin widening. "You’re too cute anyways."
Your eyes drifted to his hand to avoid his eyes, his fingers still holding the paintbrush. Specifically, you noticed the way his fingers looked completely normal. No white cast, no greasy sheen. The sun was already warm on your own arms, and the sky was a cloudless, brilliant blue that promised a scorching day ahead.
"Give me the brush," you finally said, holding out your hand and ignoring his flirtation.
He raised an eyebrow but handed it over. "Bossy."
"Someone has to be," you shot back, dipping the brush into the paint. "Now hold still, and don't blink."
He obediently froze, his eyes fixed on you as you reached forward. Your free hand came up to cradle his jaw, tilting his face so you could see the streaks you were about to paint. Your thumb rested against the curve of his cheekbone, and you paused for just a second.
Something felt off.
You ran your thumb along his jawline, feeling the smooth, warm skin. There was no tackiness, no residue, no protective layer of sunscreen that should have been there on a day like today. His skin felt suspiciously, alarmingly normal.
"Keonho," you said slowly, still holding his face, still staring at his skin. "Did you put sunscreen on today?"
He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Huh? No. Why would I?"
The incredulity in your voice was unmistakable. "Why would you? Because we're going to be outside in the sun for the next six hours! Because you're pale! Because you burn like a vampire in direct sunlight!"
He scoffed, pulling back slightly from your grip. "I do not burn like a vampire, and my skin is not that sensitive."
"Your ears turn red if you stand near a window for too long," you reminded him flatly.
"That's different," he insisted. "That's just... temperature. The sun is not that strong today. It's barely even warm."
You stared at him, then gestured dramatically at the blazing sun overhead, the bright blue sky, the students already fanning themselves with their hands. "It's literally a heatwave. The weather forecast said it's going to be the hottest day of the month."
"Forecasts are always wrong," he said confidently. "It's fine. I'm fine. The sun is not going to murder me."
"You're so stubborn," you muttered, but you couldn't help the fond exasperation in your voice.
He reached up and grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand, that was still holding the brush, back toward his face. "Just paint my face, baby. Stop worrying. I'm a grown man, I can handle a little sunlight."
"You're a grown man who once got sunburned through a car window," you pointed out.
"That was one time."
"It was three times."
"Okay, three times, but this is different. We're in a competition and I have to focus on winning, not on... skincare routines."
You sighed, shaking your head, but you couldn't stop the smile that tugged at your lips. This was so utterly, completely Keonho: stubborn, confident, and convinced he knew better than everyone else, especially when it came to things he didn't actually know anything about.
"Fine," you said, moving closer again. "But I'm going to say this once more. You are going to get sunburned badly. You're going to look like a tomato by the end of the day."
"Tomatoes are healthy," he quipped. "I'll be a very attractive tomato."
You snorted, nearly dropping the paintbrush. "That's not how that works."
"It is if I want it to be." His grin was infuriatingly smug, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked so completely, utterly certain of himself, like he couldn't even conceive of a reality where he might be wrong about something.
You raised an eyebrow, dipping the brush back into the paint. "Okay. But when you're bright red and peeling for the next week, I don't want to hear a single complaint."
"I won't complain," he promised, his tone dismissive.
"You'll complain."
"I won't."
"You'll be whining by noon."
"Not if I win the races, I’ll be too busy celebrating."
You leaned in, using your free hand to tilt his face again, and you painted the streaks with care and precision. The red pigment stood out starkly against his pale skin, and you couldn't help the small pang of worry that lingered in your chest. He was going to get burnt. You knew it. He knew it too, probably, somewhere deep down, but he was too proud to admit it.
"There," you said, finally finishing the second streak. "You look... like you're about to lose a fight with the sun."
"Charming," he deadpanned. "You really know how to boost a guy's confidence."
"I'm just being honest."
"Honesty is overrated."
You set the brush down and leaned back, studying your work. The streaks were even, symmetrical, and somehow made him look even more attractive than usual. It was annoying, really, how good he looked even when he was being a complete idiot.
He caught you staring and smirked. "What? Already admiring your work?"
"You wish," you said, but your cheeks flushed slightly. "I'm just mentally preparing myself for the inevitable 'I told you so' moment later."
"Oh, you're going to be waiting a long time for that one," he said confidently. "I'm not going to get sunburnt. I have naturally resilient skin. It's a genetic gift."
"Your genetics are going to betray you today," you predicted.
"Wanna bet?"
"No, because I don't want to profit off your suffering. I'd rather just be smug and supportive."
He laughed at that, a warm, genuine sound that made your heart do a little flip in your chest. He reached out and ruffled your hair carefully, so he didn't ruin the hairdo you had it in, and his expression softened into something fond.
"You're really worried about me, aren't you?" He asked, his voice gentler now.
"Of course I am," you admitted. "I don't want you to be in pain, even if it is your own fault."
He was quiet for a moment, and something flickered across his face before he then shook his head, that familiar confident smirk returning.
"I'll be fine," he promised. "And even if I do get a little pink, it'll be worth it. I'm going to win so many events today. You're going to be so impressed."
"I'm already impressed by your ability to be this wrong about the weather," you said dryly.
He just laughed, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to the top of your head. "Keep watching. You'll see."
Your gaze drifted to his arms, his neck, the exposed skin that was already warming under the morning sun. You felt a familiar, sinking certainty settle in your stomach. His skin was so pale, so vulnerable. Even now, in the early hours, you could see the faint pink beginning to bloom on his ears.
He was going to get absolutely cooked, and you were going to have the best 'I told you so' moment of your entire relationship.
"Fine," you said, getting to your feet and brushing the grass off your knees. "Go win your little events. I'll be right here, cheering you on and waiting."
"Waiting for what?" He asked, tilting his head with that infuriatingly innocent expression he always wore when he was pretending not to know exactly what you meant.
"For you to realise I'm always right," you said sweetly, reaching out to fix a strand of hair that had fallen across his forehead. "But don't worry, I'll be patient."
He rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling, that familiar, lopsided grin that made your heart do little flips in your chest. He got to his feet in one smooth motion, brushing the grass off his own pants, and for a moment, he just looked at you.
The noise of the crowd faded into background static. The sun warmed your shoulders, the paint on your cheeks felt like a second skin, and all you could see was him, standing there with that soft look in his eyes.
"Thank you," he said quietly, his voice suddenly sincere. "For painting my face, and for worrying about me. For everything."
Your cheeks flushed beneath the paint. "You don't have to thank me for worrying. It's basically a full-time job with you."
He laughed, that warm, genuine sound that always made you want to smile. His hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing gently across your cheekbone. His skin was warm, so warm, and you knew it was only going to get hotter as the day went on.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "You know that, right?"
"Keonho," you started, suddenly flustered. "You don't have to—"
But he didn't let you finish. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. His hand cradled your face like you were something precious, something worth protecting. The kiss lingered, gentle and warm, a goodbye and a thank you all at once.
When he pulled back, his eyes were bright, his smile soft. "That's for being you," he said. "And for putting up with my stubbornness."
"Your stubbornness is part of your charm," you said, your voice a little breathless. "Annoying, but charming."
"Annoyingly charming," he agreed, pressing one more quick kiss to your forehead. "I'll be back. Don't go anywhere."
"I'll be right here," you promised. "Watching you get progressively redder whilst winning."
He laughed, shaking his head, and turned to jog off toward his friends. He called something over his shoulder, something you couldn't quite hear over the noise of the crowd and the sudden thumping of your own heart.
It didn't matter. You already knew how this day was going to play out.
"Just you wait, Ahn Keonho." You murmured to yourself, watching his figure be swallowed into the surrounding group of students. “Just you wait.”
The morning events kicked off with the relay race, and Keonho was running second leg. You found a spot near the finish line, your face painted, your voice ready. When the starter gun fired, you watched him tear down the track, his legs pumping, his expression fierce. He passed the baton cleanly, and his team ended up taking second place.
After the race, he found you immediately, jogging over with that victorious grin on his face. He was sweaty, breathless, and absolutely glowing with adrenaline.
"Did you see me?" He asked, grabbing your shoulders. "I passed like, three people. Three people!"
"I saw," you said, laughing and handing him a bottle of water. "You were fast, really fast. You also look a little pink."
"Shut up," he said, but he was laughing, shaking his head at your persistence. "It's just from running, blood flow and all that."
"Uh-huh." You eyed his ears, which were already starting to turn a faint shade of pink. They were practically glowing against his pale skin. "Keep telling yourself that."
He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't keep the smile off his face. He downed half the water in one go, then draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.
"Come watch the long jump with me," he said, already steering you toward the field. "Martin is competing. He's going to get destroyed, but I want to see it."
"You're such a good friend," you said dryly.
"The best," he agreed. "Now come on. I want to hold your hand and mock my friends simultaneously. It's my ideal afternoon."
You let him drag you across the field, settling into a familiar rhythm of teasing and easy conversation. Between events, you sat together in the shade of the Red House canopy, sharing a bag of crisps and taking photos with your friends. He kept pulling you close, pressing kisses to your temple, whispering jokes in your ear that made you snort with laughter.
Every now and then, you'd glance at him and see his skin getting progressively redder. His ears were now a distinct, unmistakable pink. His neck was starting to flush. His arms, usually pale, had taken on a faint reddish hue.
"Keonho," you said during a lull in the conversation, gesturing to his arm. "You're literally turning red right now as we speak. Right in front of my eyes."
"I'm fine," he insisted, not even looking at his arm. "It's just warm. Everyone's a little red."
"I'm not red," you pointed out, holding up your own arm: normal and sunscreened. "Because I'm responsible."
"Responsible and annoying," he teased.
"Responsible and right," you corrected.
He just shook his head, refusing to acknowledge the obvious. You gave up, deciding to let him figure it out on his own. He was stubborn to a fault, and arguing with him was pointless.
The afternoon events were more intense. Keonho competed in the three-legged race with Seonghyeon, and they somehow managed to win despite nearly falling twice. Then he was in the tug-of-war, pulling with everything he had, his face contorted with effort. His team won, and his friends lifted him onto their shoulders in celebration.
You cheered from the sidelines, laughing at his triumphant expression. But when he came back to you, sweaty and breathless, you noticed the sunburn had progressed significantly. His neck was a deep, angry red. His ears were practically glowing. His face, protected by the paint, was still pale, but his nose was starting to turn pink.
"Keonho," you said slowly, reaching up to touch his neck. "You're cooked. Like, really cooked. You're at medium-well right now, and you're going to be well-done by dinner."
"I'm fine," he said automatically, but his voice was a little weaker now. He was starting to feel the sunburn, you could tell. He kept touching his ears, wincing slightly. "It's not even that bad."
"It's bad," you insisted, your voice softening with genuine concern. "You're going to be in so much pain tonight."
"It'll go away."
"Sunburns don't just 'go away,' Keonho. They get worse. Tomorrow you're going to be peeling, and it's going to hurt, and I'm going to be very, very unsympathetic."
"Wow," he said flatly. "You're so supportive."
"I told you this morning," you reminded him, poking his chest. "I gave you multiple warnings. I was very clear about the consequences and you still didn't listen."
He leaned his forehead against yours, a gesture of affection despite the teasing smile arising on his lips. "I love you," he murmured. "Even when you're annoyingly right."
"I love you too," you said, your voice softening. "Even when you're burning yourself to a crisp like an idiot. Which is always."
The final events wound down as the sun began its slow descent toward the horizon. The sports day closing ceremony was a blur of announcements, awards, and exhausted students heading home. Keonho found you in the crowd, his hand finding yours, his skin hot to the touch.
"Let's get out of here," he mumbled, his voice tired. "Go back to your place?"
"Sure," you said, threading your arm through his. "I’m going to be tending to your new sunburn anyways, it looks like it hurts."
"Ugh," he groaned as your fingers grazed his reddened skin, his facade not being able to stand up much longer. "It’s not that bad."
"Keonho, shut up and just admit it’s painful and that I was right.”
“Never!”
Your house was quiet and cool when you finally arrived, a welcome relief after the heat of the day. You kicked off your shoes by the door, and Keonho followed suit, his movements slower, more tired. He was still in good spirits, but you could see the exhaustion settling into his bones.
In your room, he collapsed onto the edge of your bed, letting out a long sigh. His hair was a mess, his face paint smudged, and his skin was radiating heat like a furnace.
"Okay," you said, heading into the bathroom. "Let's get this paint off. I'm getting you some aloe vera after this."
"Aloe vera?" He asked, his voice skeptical. "I don't need aloe vera."
"Keonho, you're literally burning up. You need aloe vera."
"I'm fine."
"You've said that fifteen times today, I'm going to ignore you."
You came back with a warm, wet towel, positioning yourself just in front of him. He looked up at you, his expression softening, a tired smile on his lips.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" He asked.
"Never," you promised. "This is the most satisfying moment of my life. I've been looking forward to this all day."
He rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Instead, he let you work, closing his eyes as you gently began to wipe away the red paint from his cheeks, his hands sneaking onto your waist.
"Hold still," you murmured, using the same words he'd used on you that morning. "This might be a little messy."
The paint came off in streaks, the red pigment smearing across his skin before disappearing into the towel. You worked carefully, making sure to get every last bit. Underneath, his skin was pale, almost translucent compared to the angry red around it.
Then you paused.
Your hand froze mid-motion. You stared at his face, your brow furrowing in confusion. Something was... different. The paint was gone, but the area where it had been was noticeably lighter than the rest of his face. Two perfect, pale streaks stood out against his reddened skin.
"Keonho," you said slowly.
"What?" He asked, his eyes still closed as his thumbs slightly caressed your sides.
You didn't answer. A snort escaped your lips, followed by a giggle you couldn't quite suppress. Then, the giggle turned into a full-blown laugh that erupted from your chest, loud and uncontrollable.
He opened his eyes, looking at you with alarm. "What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," you gasped, doubling over. "Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. This is perfect. This is the most perfect thing I've ever seen."
"Y/N, stop laughing! Tell me what's happening!"
But you couldn't. You were too busy laughing, your shoulders shaking, tears starting to form in your eyes. He stared at you, bewildered and increasingly concerned.
"Did I have something on my face?" He asked. "Is it still dirty?"
"It's not dirty," you managed, wheezing. "It's... you're..."
"You're going to have to use words at some point," he said flatly, but the corner of his mouth was twitching. He was trying to be annoyed, but your laughter was infectious, and he could feel his own smile threatening to break through. "Use your big girl voice."
"Tan lines," you finally choked out. "You've got tan lines."
He blinked, uncomprehending. "What?"
"On your face," you said, pointing. "Where the paint was. It blocked the sun, and now you have two perfect, pale stripes on your cheeks. It looks like you got attacked by a ghost."
He stared at you, his brain slowly processing your words. He moved his hands from your waist and touched his cheeks, feeling the smooth, cool skin and then, further out, the hot, tight skin that was definitely, painfully sunburned.
"Oh no," he breathed.
"YES," you cheered, clapping your hands together. "Yes, yes, yes! This is the moment I've been waiting for!"
"Let me see," he demanded, scrambling to his feet. "Where's your mirror?"
You practically skipped over to the full-length mirror on your closet door, pulling him along with you. He stood in front of it, his reflection staring back at him, and his face fell in pure, unadulterated disbelief.
Two perfect pale streaks ran down his cheeks, exactly where the red paint had been. The rest of his face was a blotchy, uncomfortable-looking red. His nose was pink. His ears were crimson. His neck was an angry, mottled mess. But his cheeks, protected by that stupid paint he'd insisted didn't matter, were completely pale, completely untouched by the sun.
He looked like a raccoon. A very red, very embarrassed raccoon.
"I told you so."
He could hear the smugness in your voice, a smugness that had been building all day, a smugness that was now reaching its peak. He didn't even need to turn around to see the smirk on your face.
"It's not that bad," he said weakly.
"Oh, it's bad," you assured him. "It's incredible, it's a masterpiece, I'm going to frame this moment in my memory forever."
He turned to look at you, and you were practically glowing with satisfaction. Your arms were crossed over your chest, your eyes dancing with amusement, your smile so wide it looked like it might split your face.
"You're enjoying this way too much," he grumbled.
"I've been enjoying this since eight o'clock this morning," you said. "This is the payoff for six hours of watching you get progressively redder while insisting you were fine. I deserve this."
He groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "I can't believe this. I literally can't believe this."
"I can," you said, stepping closer. "I told you this morning. I warned you. I was very, very clear about what was going to happen."
"I know," he mumbled. "You were right."
"I was right," you repeated, savoring the words. "You should say that again."
"Don't push it."
"Say it."
"You were right," he said, his voice muffled through his hands. "Are you happy?"
"Ecstatic," you confirmed. "This is the best day of my life."
He turned to look at himself in the mirror again, studying his reflection with a mixture of horror and disbelief. The pale stripes stared back at him, like a permanent reminder of his own hubris.
"Everyone's going to see this tomorrow," he realised. "Everyone at school, all my friends, all your friends."
"Absolutely," you said cheerfully. "I'm already thinking about all the photos I’m going to take."
"Y/N, you can't—"
"I can and I will. This is too good not to share."
He turned to face you, his expression a pleading mess of embarrassment and desperation. His cheeks were flushed—more flushed than they already were—and his eyes were wide with alarm.
"Please don't show anyone," he begged. "I'll do anything. I'll buy you dinner every day for a month. I'll carry your books. I'll—"
"You'll wear sunscreen next time," you interrupted.
He blinked. "What?"
"You'll wear sunscreen," you repeated, stepping closer to him. "Every time we're outside. You'll let me put it on you yourself if you have to. You'll stop being an idiot about your own health."
He considered this for a moment, then sighed, a long, defeated sigh. "Fine," he said. "I'll wear sunscreen. You win."
"I know I win," you said sweetly. "Now come here."
You reached up and grabbed his face gently, turning it from side to side to examine the tan lines. He let you, too tired and too defeated to resist.
"You know," you said thoughtfully, "it's kind of cute. In a pathetic, cute way."
"I'm literally in pain," he deadpanned. "My skin is on fire. This is the worst day of my life."
"It's the best day of mine," you countered. "I'm going to remember this forever."
He tried to glare at you, but he couldn't quite manage it. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, his smile fighting its way through despite his embarrassment.
"You're so smug," he said.
"I'm right," you corrected.
"Same thing."
You laughed, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek—one of the pale parts, just to be safe. He made a sound of protest, but it was weak, half-hearted.
"I love you," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. "Even when you're a sunburnt raccoon."
"Raccoon?"
"Raccoon. The stripes, you know. It's a good look, very trendy."
"I hate you."
"You love me."
He sighed, but his eyes softened, and he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. "I do," he admitted. "I really do."
"Good," you said, pulling away and grabbing your phone. "Now, say cheese. I need documentation for future blackmail purposes."
"Y/N, wait—"
You snapped a picture before he could stop you, capturing his horrified expression for all eternity. His face was a perfect combination of embarrassment, disbelief, and a hint of amused resignation.
"Perfect," you announced, already scrolling through the photo. "This is going in the group chat."
"Y/N!"
"I'll give you a ten-second head start before I click send," you offered.
He stared at you, then at your phone, and then made a decision. In one smooth motion, he grabbed the phone out of your hands and held it above his head, out of your reach.
"You're going to have to fight me for it," he said, a grin finally breaking through his embarrassment.
"I will," you threatened, lunging for the phone. He dodged, laughing, and the two of you started a ridiculous chase around your room.
But he was tired and sunburnt, and you were faster. You tackled him onto your bed, pinning his arms down and grabbing the phone from his hand. He lay there, defeated, staring up at you with that familiar, infuriatingly fond smile.
"Fine," he said. "You win."
"Obviously," you said, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I always do."
You spent the rest of the evening on the bed, you scrolling through the Sports Day photos while Keonho alternately groaned and laughed. He insisted he was going to wear a hat for the entire next month, and you insisted you were going to bring this up at your wedding.
When the laughter finally died down, he turned to look at you, his eyes soft despite the exhaustion and pain. "Baby."
You glanced up from your phone. "Yeah?"
He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, guiding you closer. "You’re so pretty," he murmured. "Even when you’re annoyed at me."
Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and tender, a quiet promise beneath all the teasing. His hand cradled your jaw like you were something precious, and when he pulled back, his eyes were shining.
"I love you," he said softly. "Even when you're insufferably right."
"I love you too," you whispered back. "Even when you're a sunburnt raccoon."
He laughed, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
"Never," you confirmed, snuggling into him. "I'm bringing this up at our graduation, our ten-year anniversary, our retirement—"
He groaned, but he was smiling. "I've created a monster."
"The photos are going to be shown too," you added. "I’ll make sure of it."
"I wouldn’t expect anything less."
You both fell quiet, the comfortable silence settling around you like a warm blanket. His hand found yours, fingers interlacing, and you felt the heat still radiating off his skin.
"You're going to be so sore tomorrow," you murmured.
"Don't remind me."
"You're going to peel."
"Y/N."
"And you're going to have to explain the tan lines to everyone at school."
He turned his head, giving you a look. "Are you done?"
"Not even close," you said sweetly. "I'm going to be making comments about this for years."
He sighed dramatically, but he was smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and his expression softened into something unbearably tender.
"Good," he said quietly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Your heart swelled. You leaned up and pressed another kiss to his lips: quick, soft, full of everything you couldn't quite put into words.
"I love you," you said again, because you could never truly say it enough.
"I love you too," he replied, his voice warm. "Even when you're smug."
"Especially when I'm smug," you corrected.
"Especially when you're smug," he agreed, pulling you closer.
He was an idiot. A complete, utter, stubborn idiot.
But he was your idiot, and you were never, ever going to let him forget it.
Crazy gf!reader changing bio to ‘single’ after Boyfriend!Sukuna doesn’t reply to a text immediately
The door slams open.
“What the fuck is your problem? I didn’t respond for one fucking hour, and suddenly we’re done?” he asks, irritated beyond hell. He drops his heavy duffel bag on the floor and comes to sit behind you on the sofa. You’re lying on your stomach on the carpet, painting your nails. You don’t reply. He rolls his eyes and nudges your thigh with his foot. “Don’t ignore me, you stupid, pain in my ass. Put ‘Sukuna’s girl’ back in your bio. Now.”
Innocently, you turn to look at him. A challenging brow is cocked up. “Or what?”
Sukuna’s eye twitches.
“Look, idiot, I would have texted back if I had my phone on me. You know I didn’t. I’ve got nothing to apologise for, so if that’s what you’re waiting for, you’ve got another thing coming. Now delete it, or I might start thinking we really are broken up, in which case I won’t be held accountable for the things I do.”
An eerie silence takes over. You put the nail polish down and sit up. Quietly, you mumble, “...so you hate me.”
With a blank stare, he watches you wrap your hands around your neck and squeeze hard. Gurgling sounds escape into the air as you writhe on the floor, moving like a drying-out fish. Sukuna pinches the bridge of his nose. “Quit it. I’m serious. You look constipated.”
“Shut…up,” you wheeze out. “I’m -hah- dy…ing.”
Impatiently, he pulls your hands away by the wrists, like you’re a misbehaving toddler who’s just picked up dog shit. “Enough.”
Realising the act isn’t working, you pause for a second, and he knows from that look in your eyes that you’re calculating your next step. Maybe you’ll try to make a run for the window again, or you’ll tackle him with your claws out, or maybe you’ll smash the TV up and pin it on him. It’s impossible to predict your next moves, even after how many years he’s been with you.
Naturally, you do none of the things he anticipated, and you simply resume strangling yourself.
Sukuna groans. “Fuck my fucking life. Was I a dictator in my past life or something? Christ.” Whilst you shamelessly discard any dignity you have, Sukuna picks up your phone and gets into your socials with ease. He changes your bio back, and replies with his own dick pics to the assholes who sent their micros, and calls it a day. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly says. “Wanna go to a drive-thru?”
As though nothing happened at all, you stop choking yourself out and shrug. “Yeah, actually. ‘was waiting for you to suggest it so I don’t look like a big back.”
A corner of his lips curve up. “I think that moment’s passed, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I’d rather you call me a whore,” you reply, nose scrunched up.
Sukuna snorts. “Yeah, bet you do.”
is this even coherent? I think I'm out of practice
hihi ! I just saw your smau about asking for bicep pics from the jjk men and I was wondering if you'd do something similar! I was thinking, "asking the jjk men to choke you with their bicep." I wasn't sure if you wrote nsfw but I wanted to ask. No hard feeling if not. I love your smau's btw! 🤍
HIII tysm for ur ask this had me giggling lowkey hehe… hope this lives up to ur expectations!!
Big biceps save lives - good thing they match ur freak - ! slightly NSFW
sorry for no choso but like lowkey he'd be too afraid to hurt u so he probably would take a lot ov convincing
sukuna with a gf who has absolutely no social anxiety
on contrary to popular opinion, sukuna was not as nonchalant as people believed him to be. he was not the type to go to a party just to lean up against the wall and drink all by his lonesome. because of his tattoos and how people judged him based off face-value, they always just assumed he was the "nonchalant type". the kind of guy that kept to himself and let his friends do all the rowdiness for him. those people could not be more wrong. at most, if not all parties, sukuna was the one dragging toji to beer pong or the one initiating a round of body shots (now he will refuse body shots unless it's with you and only you).
now, he wasn't as out-going as gojo, but at the same time, he wasn't as reserved as nanami. when he first started dating you, he knew you were also far from quiet. but he never expected this.
on the subway back home from clubbing with your friend group, you were never shy to make conversation with the people on the car with you. whether it was about something as trivial as liking the shade of their shirt or betting on some random sports team. just the other day, you got into a heated debate with an older gentleman about the NBA Finals. you often watched the games with sukuna but you always get a little more fierce after a few shots of liquid gold.
"spurs are taking it all this year, kid. kiss my ass!" the older man said, clearly a little off his rocker too. had it been under a different circumstance, sukuna would have kicked the old man's ass for talking to you in such a way. but he could see that the two of you were enjoying yourselves and merely messing around. he knew how sports fans could get and he knew it was no big deal. nevertheless, he kept you at his side with an arm wrapped around your waist to steady your drunk self.
"you kiss my ass. you and trae young!" you exclaimed, not minding the eyes and laughs. some others even added on a fuck trae young! after your declaration. "just you wait, you'll bask in the victory of the knicks soon enough, gramps."
at parties, you always seemed to bask in the limelight. it was never on purpose or in an attention-seeking way but people just gravitated towards you. your personality was like a beautiful fire for the pests that were the nobodies at the frequent frat parties. whether it was dominating at beer pong or cheering the loudest when someone was shotgunning, ever instance told sukuna that you had zero social anxiety. you never minded the people looking at you or the ones muttering under their breath. he once asked you why it never bothered you and you looked at him as if he grew three heads.
you raise a brow at his question, "why should i care if other people like me? shit, i don't even like some other people. no point in catering to others when it doesn't benefit anyone."
these were one of the many things sukuna admired about you; your absolute disregard to the negative things people may have to say about you. because at the end of the day, no one knows your character better than yourself so what difference does it make if others judged you?
unfortunately, sometimes your lack of social anxiety just meant that you didn't care about making a fool of yourself and sukuna in public. sukuna was never easy to embarrass but you were on a completely different level. he supposes this is what he gets for even picking a fight with you.
one time, the two of you were at target doing some light shopping. he thought it would be funny to make a loud joke. he picks up a bottle of mouth wash and loudly says, "hey babe, didn't your dentist say you needed this for bad breath?"
you looked shocked for a fraction of a second before he practically watches your plan form in real time. in an even louder voice, you call out, "yeah but we're here for your hemorrhoid cream! where's the one that's safe to use on your ass?"
sukuna never tries you in public again. it is still a running joke that he "has ass hemorrhoids".
thought of this watching a vid of payton, max, and jordan
taglist!! @cttelina @bunbun812 @oksukuna @kriitee @bleepybl00p
while taking your wedding pictures in a park, little kids come up to you believing you're a magical princess! so obviously sukuna is your knight in shining armor!
it was supposed to be a simple photo-shoot; one setting of many to come. the park was beautiful and the nature was perfect for the vibe you were going for so it was only natural to take your pictures there. you and sukuna had taken your first look pictures here and of course, he cried no matter how much he tried to stop the waterworks. you were now taking your solo shots, the wind blowing in your veil and dress making the shots perfect. so perfect that you seemed to attract a crowd of onlookers— very tiny onlookers.
you heard their whispers and turned to the side to see a small group of children crowded together. they point at you and mutter as sukuna narrows his eyes slightly, he never was a fan of the leeches called children.
"oh hi there!" you say, voice kind. "i'm sorry, were you guys trying to play here in the grass?"
sukuna is close to telling them to scram when one of the young girls steps forward, "miss, are you a princess?" the others behind her nod in agreement and you even hear comments of them calling you magical.
your heart swells at this, "oh sweetie, i'm not a princess."
"you have to be!" one of the boys exclaims, seeming to be sure of himself. "you're pretty like a princess and you're wearing a dress!"
"yeah and he's a knight!" another girl says, pointing at sukuna who was standing to the side, arms crossed.
before sukuna can even defend himself, another adult jogs up to them. "oh my goodness, i am so sorry! kids lets go, leave the nice lady to take her pictures." the woman seems to be a mother of some of the children and she tries to usher them away as she apologizes to you.
"please, can we take a picture with the princess!" one of the kids asks. the others are quick with their pleads, all asking to get a picture and talk with you, the "princess".
the mom goes to apologize again but you wave her off, "i truly don't mind taking a pictures with the kiddos." the kids cheer and swerve around the woman just as you finish your sentence. and while they swarm around you, you can tell that they are careful to not step on your dress. you crouch down to be at their level as you compliment their hair and ask them what they like to play at the park. some of them are still shy, truly believing that you were a magical princess from some story book. the others were lively and asked you all sorts of questions. like what kind of princess you were, where your kingdom was, and why your knight seemed so grumpy. you ultimately gave up on trying to convince them that you were no princess but you did laugh at the comment of them asking why your knight was always seen with a scowl.
you take your pictures with them, some on their parents' phones and others with your photographer. after all, how perfect was it to capture this moment. being authentically called a princess on your wedding day was practically a sign from the universe. just before the kids leave, they all to take one last group photo but this time, with your 'grumpy knight'.
"you must be pretty strong to protect the princess, huh mister knight," one of the boys asks.
sukuna doesn't know why, but even he decides to play along, "gotta protect her from the monsters, kid."
the kids are in awe and sukuna doesn't even know what possessed him to pick up two of the kids and put one on each shoulder. all the kids giggle in excitement as two more kids jump on him, one on each arm that was used to keep the kids on his shoulders stable. the last kid is the girl that first approached you. you pick her up and tell the kids to smile at the cameras. after some photos were snapped, you and sukuna put the kids down even with their protests. each of their respective parents come to take them away, all apologizing for the trouble and offering congratulations on your wedding.
as the kids wave you goodbye, you see sukuna wave back out of the corner of your eye. you turn to him with a grin on your face, "since when were you such a fan of kids, ryo?"
"i'm not," he says gruffly, quickly putting his hand down to stop waving. "hate those booger brats."
"mhm, sure you do."
EXTRA:
years after your wedding and a handful of anniversaries, you always find yourself looking through the photo album of your wedding. no matter how many times you look at the photos, you always find yourself stopping at a certain page. the page that contained several pictures of you and sukuna at the park surrounded by children that were not yours.
sukuna finds you reminiscing on the photo album and doesn't even need to look to know exactly what page you're on.
"wonder where those brats are at now," sukuna says. you hum in response, allowing him to continue with, "probably still walking around calling your ass a princess."
"are you saying im not a princess, ryomen?"
"with how long i've been married to you? you're a queen now, baby."
a/n: first post in a while omg. ive been working back to back #freeme (i say knowing i asked for that sched so i could make money) this is also based off the cutest tt i saw last week but forgot to save :(( ALSO WANTED TO BUST THIS OUT DURING COMMERICIAL. MY CREAM CHEESE CHIVE KNICKS IN FIVEEEEE
