Synopsis: Ryomen Sukuna hates the smell of omegas, except you. So imagine his satisfaction when you agree to be his parter for your anthropology project.
Tags: frat!sukuna x reader, shy!nerd!reader, eventual smut, omegaverse, alpha!sukuna, omega!reader, omegaverse is NOT a main plotpoint, more to be added.
wc: 3k
a/n: this chapter was so fun to write omg im so excited to keep writing yayay!! also, this fic was very inspired by a similar one written by @sixxels so i would absolutely check that one out and give it lots of love!!
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Ryomen Sukuna always sits in the same place every week. In the back corner of the lecture hall, he flirts with the Tri Delta sorority girl beside him, completely tuning out the rest of his Anthropology-1107 class. He likes that girl well enough, she usually wears scent-blocking patches, which he appreciates due to his sensitivity to pheromones. He finds them overly strong, pungent, sickeningly sweet in the worst way, and migraine inducing.
He doesn’t really care about his Anthropology class. It’s a time filler for him, he heard the professor was a chill grader who always assigns group projects, and Sukuna didn’t want to take some difficult, GPA-killing science class — especially not after Gojo had to drop his evolutionary bio class ‘cause he was failing.
Sukuna doesn’t exactly stick out in that class, he’s quiet enough in the back row, but he’s still the kind of guy that demands attention, attracts it without trying. Being the rush chair for the Tau Curse Epsilon frat will do that for you, as well as one of the most popular alphas on campus.
It’s for that reason that everyone notices when he picks his bag up one day, nose scrunched in pure repulsion the second that sorority girl sits next to him one day. She gives him a sickeningly sweet smile as she sits, wearing a tank top that shows way too much skin for a 9am class. The neighboring people can smell that she’s in pre-heat, but it’s mild enough to where it isn’t bothersome. Sukuna, however, stands up abruptly, slings his backpack over his shoulder, and marches down the ramp to the only open seat: next to you.
Eyes follow him as he walks, and widen when he sits beside you. Third row from the front, against the left wall, you’re quiet, studious enough where people’s eyes slide right past you without noticing you’re there at all. And you hardly notice when he sits down in the seat to your right. You glance over at him once, your gaze sliding over his easy smirk, and look back down at your notebook, expressionless with not even a hint of recognition.
He doesn’t really care, doesn’t think too much of it or you, not until halfway through class when you take your sweatshirt off, draping it over the back of your chair. The adjustment sends a wave of your scent his way, and he stiffens, nose flaring. He tries to hide how deeply he inhales, the clean, lineny scent of your pheromones surprisingly pleasant to him. Not just pleasant, you’re arguably the best smelling omega he’s ever smelled.
You’re completely oblivious, taking your notes with your color coded pens and highlighters, meticulously organized, too concentrated on your own work to notice how Sukuna has inched closer to you, angled his body towards you, and is exclusively breathing through his nose in deep inhales.
Sukuna is arguably more distracted sitting next to you than he was when sitting next to that sorority girl.
You give him a small, polite smile as you stand up and leave, the first real time you’ve acknowledged him. Sukuna shoots back an awkward smile, caught off guard and unsure how to react. He stiffens as you walk past him to exit the row of seats, the proximity between you drowning Sukuna in the pleasant smell of your pheromones.
He finds Toji after class, leaning over some blushing freshman. “Yo, Toji. Y’need a ride home?” Sukuna asks, car keys jingling as he fishes them out of his pocket. Toji rips his gaze away from the girl, who says goodbye in a voice so flustered it sounds like a squeak.
“Sure, thanks man.” Toji replies, falling into step with Sukuna as they exit the building towards the parking lot. The two of them live in the off-campus frat house with several of their frat brothers, but Toji’s broke-ass doesn’t have a car, so he relies on bumming rides off his friends. Sukuna doesn’t really care either way, so long as Toji doesn’t scuff his interior.
The entire drive home, Toji won’t stop talking about the girl he slept with last weekend. Crude details slide out of his mouth, in one of Sukuna’s ears and right out the other. Sukuna hums at the right times, fingers tapping the steering wheel in a way that could be passed off as tapping to the loud music rattling the car, but in reality he’s doing it as a way to burn off the excess pent up energy from sitting next to you all class long. Sukuna can’t stop thinking about your smell, the way you straight up ignored him the entire time.
Sukuna can’t stop thinking about it even the next day when he does the liquor store run for their party that weekend.
Sukuna can’t stop thinking about it when he’s clutching a solo cup of vodka and sprite, some blonde omega sitting on his lap at his party.
Sukuna can’t stop thinking about it when he’s balls deep in that nameless girl, huffing in her pheromones to try and stop thinking about yours.
Sukuna can’t stop thinking about it.
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“Have you ever like, smelled an omega so good that you can’t stop thinking about it?” Sukuna wipes the sweat from his forehead using the hem of his black beater. Gojo’s head whips around, almost crumpling under the weight of the barbell. He reracks it, sitting up on the bench.
“Dude, what the fuck are you talking about?” Gojo asks, looking at Sukuna like he’s got four arms.
Sukuna shrugs. “Dunno, just a hypothetical.” He takes a sip of water, trying to focus his attention anywhere but Gojo’s stunned expression.
“That is not a hypothetical question. So… who is it?” Gojo wiggles his eyebrows. “Was it that girl you fucked the other day? Because, like- she was stupid loud, not sure if you want someone who’s that much of an exhibitionist.”
Sukuna glares down at him, wiping his sweat once more. “No. It’s this girl in my anthro class, you wouldn’t know ‘er.” He shrugs again. “She just smells good. Like, clean, y’know?”
“Not really, no. I don’t know about that kind of stuff, man.” Gojo runs a hand through his hair. Gojo’s an alpha, sure, but he and Geto have been together since high school, regardless of how unconventional of a pairing two alphas are. “I’d say talk to Toji, but he’s Toji. Why don’t you just talk to Yuji about this shit?”
Sukuna replaces Gojo’s spot on the bench, settling under the barbell. “We never talk to each other about girls, it’d be weird. Plus, Yuji’s too much of a loverboy, he’d tell me all that conspiracy shit about ‘fated mates’, no thanks.”
“He’s your brother. Not even your brother, he’s your twin.”
Sukuna raises an eyebrow. “And? The fuck does he know about girls?” He spits, lifting the bar and starting his set.
“Was she in pre? That could be why she smelled so good to you.” Gojo says, standing over Sukuna to spot.
“Definitely not.” Sukuna shakes his head as he reracks the bar. “Whatever. It’s fine, s’probably nothing.”
They don’t talk about it for the rest of the time they’re at the gym, but that doesn’t keep Sukuna from thinking about having class with you the next day.
--
He sits next to you again, out of his own free will this time. The sorority girl isn’t in class, so his usual spot is unobstructed, but he opts to sit beside you for the second time. The thud of his bag doesn’t draw your attention, and you keep making notes in your Google Calendar for some other class.
“Hey.” He says gruffly, setting his notebook on the table. That gets your attention, you freeze for a moment, before turning to look at him. “M’name’s Sukuna.”
“Hi.” You say, but it comes out as more like a question than a greeting. You give him your name, and he repeats it back to you, slowly, like he’s savoring it in his mouth.
“What’s your major?” He asks, and you try not to sputter in disbelief. Why on earth is Ryomen Sukuna trying to make small talk with you?
“Sociology. You?” You tell him, wiping the sweat of your hands onto your pants.
“Political science.”
You snap your head up. “Really?” It’s the last thing you would’ve expected from an infamous, womanizer frat guy. Though, it makes sense considering there’s very few majors with third-level anthropology classes available.
He shrugs. “Y’got a pen I could use?”
“Oh, yeah sure.” You slide your pencil case between you. “Take your pick.”
Throughout the rest of the class, he asks you occasional questions, clarifying ones, or asking you to explain something to him. You notice the way his nostrils flare each time you lean closer to him to write a note on his paper, shit- do you stink or something?
When class ends, he hands your pen back to you, even after you said he could keep it. He says goodbye to you with a shockingly genuine smile, and you feel your face flush in bewilderment.
This pattern continues over the next three classes, three weeks. He sits down next to you every day without fail, saying hi and asking how your week was and why he didn’t see you at any parties that weekend. It's uncharacteristic of him, and it slightly unsettles you. You’ve heard the rumors, of course; you know his reputation of sleeping with half the omegas on campus, using his large alpha demeanor to get away with it and getting way too fucked up way too often, not taking school seriously at all. So it’s more than odd that he’s nice to you, he has no reason to be.
Now, that doesn’t mean that he’s necessarily completely different than you’d thought. He’s still hulking, gruff, and crude. He teases you for your Hello Kitty themed pencil case and the anime stickers on your laptop, but you appreciate that he says hi.
As usual, he sinks into the seat next to you, nodding with a gravelly hey. You slide a pen towards him, the same black Pilot G-12 he always picks out of your pencil case when he forgets a pen every week without fail. He smirks at you, plucking it out of your hand.
Your professor begins talking, describing an upcoming project that will count as a summative assessment grade for the semester: researching campus culture and how student life adapts. A partner project. No solos. The second the words leave your professor’s mouth, Sukuna snaps his head over to look at you, almost pouting.
“So… We working together or what?” He smirks at you, propping himself up on his palm, turning completely towards you. He’s grinning like a motherfucker who just won the lottery, you groan internally.
You sigh, knowing you don’t have much of a choice but to work with Sukuna, it’s not like you have any friends in your class. “Yeah, I suppose.”
His smile only grows, and he slides his phone over to you. “Sweet. What’s your number, sweetheart?”
You take his phone, typing your number into a new contact. You agree to meet him on Monday mornings in the library in addition to your Thursday class. He stares at you the entire time you set the schedule, smiling in satisfaction as he watches you add it into your Google Calendar.
“Library?” He asks, ticking his head towards the door. A good portion of the class has left, pairs going elsewhere to start working on their projects. You nod, slipping your laptop and notebook back into your tote bag. He’s doing internal backflips at his luck. As you walk across the quad towards the library, he finally breaks the silence.
“Why do I never see you at parties?” He glances down at you, hands shoved in his pockets as he walks.
You readjust your bag on your shoulder as you continue walking. “Not my scene. Plus, I have to study.”
“D’you always have to study? You should come to one of my parties sometime.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “No. I like to stay far away from Greek life, no offense. Besides, like, can you seriously imagine me at a frat party?”
He cocks his head when he looks down at you again before shrugging. “You should try, just to let loose a little, might do you some good to do something other than study.”
I roll my eyes. “You say that like I’ve got a stick up my ass or something. I am perfectly social, it’s not like I don’t get invited to stuff, I just choose not to go.”
He raises his hands in defense, a playful smirk on his lips. “Alright, ma.” He pulls open the library door, holding it open for you.
You shoot him a look as you pass him, muttering a thank you. You go upstairs to a table in the back by a wall of windows. “This is my spot. Please do not infest it with your frat brothers.” You say, setting your stuff down.
“Toji is literally banned from the library.” He notes, sitting across from you and leaning back in his chair. You try not to focus on the sliver of stomach that shows when he stretches his arms up over his head.
“Perfect.” You smile at him, taking out your laptop. “Okay, so I can cover the academic part, like researching study spots on campus, work labs, and that kind of thing. You can do the informal stuff, Greek life, sports, and all that.”
He raises an eyebrow. “We should just do it together.”
You furrow your brows right back at him. “Why would we? It’s faster to split the work.”
He leans forward on his palm. “I can’t fuck anything up if you’re there to check all my work.” He points at you with his pen. “Isn’t anthropology about interaction anyway?”
You run a hand through your hair, sighing. “Yeah, I guess. Okay, so we’ll work together on all of that. We should conduct student interviews, go to all the popular restaurants and coffee spots on campus, maybe a few surveys— are you even listening to me?”
He’s staring at you, eyes glazed over, chin propped up on his hand. He blinks a few times. “What? Yeah, of course I fucking am.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, but don’t comment on it any further. You share your doc with him, and the two of you start working on the prep. What you don’t notice is how often he glances up at you, just to watch you work for a few seconds, to try and figure out what it is that draws him to you and why on earth you smell so heavenly when he’s always been so picky.
It soon gets dark, and you glance out the window and then at the time on your phone, cursing under your breath. The next shuttle off campus isn’t for another 45 minutes, and you really don’t want to wait alone in the dark.
“Y’need a ride home?” Sukuna asks, shutting the lid of his laptop.
Your lips part in surprise, pausing before you speak. “I, um… No, it’s okay, I live off campus, so I’m probably out of your way.”
“Where d’you live?” His eyes trace your hands as you start to put your things away. You tell him your address and neighborhood.
“Perfect, that’s near me. Let’s go.” He stands, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and ticking his head towards the door.
You sputter in response, but pack up the rest of your stuff quickly and follow him out to his car. You’re not sure what you were expecting Sukuna’s car to be, but a big black pickup truck fits the brand pretty well. “A-are you sure this is okay? Seriously, I can get home by myself.”
“In the dark, alone, at night, off campus? Right. Get in the truck, mama.” He pulls open the passenger door for you, looking at you expectantly.
“If I get in that car I am not having sex with you.” I point at the passenger seat in suspicion.
His jaw drops, and a shocked laugh leaves him. “The fuck?” He starts laughing, the sound deep and rattling.
“It’s a reasonable suspicion!” I yelp, face flushing. He’s still laughing at you as you continue speaking. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you have a certain reputation and I’ll have you know that yes I might be an omega but that does not mean that I am interested in every alpha that crosses my path.”
“I have no intention of fucking you, just get in the truck and let me take you home, ma.” He says, eyes slightly watery with the intensity of his laughter.
“Don’t call me ma.” You glare at him as you climb into the passenger seat, but it isn’t genuine, there’s no real malice behind it. He shuts the door after you, walking around and climbing into the driver’s seat.
As he drives towards your place, you continue talking about the project, agreeing on a list of on and off campus restaurants and coffee shops that are popular among undergrads. When he finally pulls into your driveway, he whistles. “Nice place. Y’got the whole house to yourself?”
You shake your head. “No, I’ve got a roommate, but she’s studying abroad this semester. Anyway, thanks for the ride.” You push open the door, slipping out. Sukuna waits until you’re inside before he drives away. He can still smell you in his car after you get out, and he turns on the air recirculation to let it linger before he can feel like a creep about it.
--
You meet Sukuna twice a week, as agreed upon, sometimes to do actual project work, and others to go to coffee shops and restaurants, interview students, or check out study spots. You’ve started bringing him coffee on days where you’re in the library early in the morning, and you know he was at a frat party the night before. It’s easy enough to fill a second tumbler of coffee when you make it for yourself in the morning anyway. He takes it every time with a small, sincere smile before he settles right back into the frat guy persona.
It scares you how easily it is to talk with him and how well he listens. He’s always looking at you, listening actively. He’s stopped being late to your sessions together, and drives you home afterwards every single time. There’s moments when you’re out trying a new coffee shop where you forget that this is for a project and not just hanging out with a friend.
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i just feel like toji & sukuna would come over to buy your bf's gaming console that you had listed for a CHEAP after you found out he'd been cheating on you and be like "well why don't you hop on this dick too while you're at it. we can go until he gets home."
a/n: i want to sue this fandom. because i'm not even a gojo girly, but y'all FUCKING GOT ME. and the parasites inside me want nerd!jo & frat!jo.
smut! MDNI! apparently i'm a dom nerd!jo and sub frat!jo TRUTHER.
nerd!jo who approaches overstimulating you with the same level of intensity and focus as he does studying for finals.
nerd!jo who has started to make a bad habit out of teasing you under the desk at the library while you bite your lip (and fail) to stay quiet.
nerd!jo who puts you over his knee to quiz you on flashcards. every wrong answer earns a loud spank until your thighs are slick to your knees.
nerd!jo who watches from rows behind you with a sadistic smirk as you squirm in class. he thumbs the controller to the vibrator that he slipped inside of you that morning, turning the speed up, up, up.
nerd!jo who thrills at the sight of your eyes welling up, doing your best to hold back for him, every though every cell in your body is screaming for release.
nerd!jo who is burning with curiosity to know whether you'll have classes together next semester because he finds himself fully addicted to ruining you at this point.
frat!jo, who has to adjust himself as he watches you flirt with anyone within arm's reach to get a rise out of him. frat brothers, pledges, anyone except him because you know it gets him absolutely rock hard and squirming.
frat!jo, who whimpers a sigh of relief at the end of the night when you finally meet him in his room and he's leaked through the front of his pants.
frat!jo, who pants and begs with shaky breaths as you stroke him in your hand, asking whether he's been a good boy for you.
frat!jo, who blinks back tears as you tease his head, but refuse to let him cum.
frat!jo, who whimpers, mewls, and begs, not caring which of his brothers might hear, until you finally give him permission to cum for you like a good boy.
frat!jo, who cannot believe how utterly whipped he finds himself for you. and yet he doesn't care because any whisper or drop of praise from you has him swelling and standing to attention again.
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pairing: nanami x fem!reader
word count: 11.5k
synopsis: kento never knew that ino had a sister. and when he finally meets you, he can't help but feel like there's something so familiar about you...
themes/warnings: SMUT! mdni. she/her pronouns, reader is a virtual sex worker (erotic audios, camming, etc.), dommy!nanami, subby/bratty!reader. lil bit of daddy kink, mentions of restraints, domesticity/apron kink? there's a lot of smut and plot. phonesex.
a/n: ...how did this get so LONG?!?!! 😵💫 i'm so happy it's out of my brain.
You tapped your chin as you scrolled through notifications. A handful of comments, two new subscribers, and two direct messages. The DMs were spam, so you went to check the results of your recent poll for top tier subscribers. It was time for your monthly, limited audience live stream and you had offered up a few dates and times. The results were quite split this time, which concerned you, but Friday at 7:30 pm had won by a few votes, so you went ahead and created an event.
A smile snuck onto your lips when you noticed that ken73 had voted for the chosen timeslot. It was probably just confirmation bias, but you felt like ken73 always voted when you put out polls. Part of this was likely because he was your longest time subscriber, so you were most familiar with his username. Reality or not, you were glad for the support. He had been a consistent lifeline when you’d first started this work out of necessity to support yourself and your younger brother, Takuma.
Takuma was older now, and though you didn’t exactly understand what his job was, it meant he could be self reliant. Similarly, you really didn’t need the income from virtual sex work anymore, but something about it kept you engaged. Whether it was sheer boredom or the freedom of being able to explore your sexuality on your terms, you’d stayed active enough to generate a decent little income stream while it still stayed fun.
‘see you next friday!~’ you captioned a photo of yourself.
In it you were wearing a new set of lingerie. In the grand scheme of things, it was relatively modest, but you hoped it served the purpose of piquing your subscribers’ interest.
…
Kento loosened his tie as he walked into his apartment. It had been a long day. Meetings with Principal Yaga and training with the students at Tokyo Jujutsu High. The training really wasn't nearly as challenging as dealing with Gojo, their teacher. As much as Kento cared for and trusted Gojo, he had never not found himself irked at the end of the day by his shenanigans.
He sighed as he scrolled through his notifications. He made quick work of it, marking items read and flagging things for follow up. His eyebrows raised when he saw the notification for your livestream. Friday at 7:30 pm. He quickly created an event on his calendar so as not to forget.
A soft smile settled on his lips as he examined the photo you’d posted with the announcement. He’d been subscribed to you for so long that the swells and curves of your shape were familiar like old friends and yet, like an old friend, it still brought him joy to see them. His eyes traced the lace lines of your lingerie, but ultimately he found himself fixated on the shape of your chin. For all of the suggestive and sexual ways in which he’d been able to consume you, he had never seen your face. He understood the safety boundaries that you had to maintain, but it didn’t mean he didn’t wonder.
Wonder whether your pleading and begging would be accompanied with round, doe eyes, like he imagined, or a shape more similar to a cat or fox. Wonder what color hair he might find himself with a handful of, in an alternate universe where he was lucky enough to enjoy you in the flesh. Wonder exactly which kinks were yours and which were just good customer service.
“Hmm,” Kento exhaled and stood to pour himself a drink. All this thinking had left him straining against the front of his briefs.
He set his glass tumbler down before undoing his belt buckle. The tendons in his fingers flexed deftly before it came undone with a quiet ‘shhhhhk’. He popped open the button at his waistband before sitting back down. Kento turned on the television in his living room and cast photos from his phone onto it. An album of his favorites was easily summoned at his fingertips and he palmed himself through his zipper as he flipped them.
“Shit,” he groaned, hips bucking slightly, as he arrived at one of his favorites.
It was actually a screenshot of one of his favorite streams. You’d just been in the middle of checking comments, so it wasn’t the most explicit image that he had of you, but something about the way your tits threatened spilled out of your bra as you’d used the mouse had entranced and haunted him until this day.
Kento took his glasses off and set them aside before he unzipped himself slowly. He felt the teeth of the zipper unlatch, delaying gratification slightly, before he pulled himself out. He was thick and heavy in his own palm and already shiny with precum. He spread the slick across his tip with the pad of his thumb and inhaled sharply at the sensation. He dragged his fingers up and down his hard shaft slowly, thinking of how soft your hands would be compared to his. His thighs tensed as his precum spread, making each pass silkier and smoother than the last.
After a few more thrusts up into his face, Kento needed more. He navigated to your audio scenarios and pulled up one of his favorites. ‘Don’t Be So Mean to Me…it Makes Me Really Wet’. Kento had to roll his eyes a little at the title, but it was one of his favorite flavors of you. Whiny, submissive, and playing right into some kinks that he was slightly in denial about having. He scrubbed through the intro…he’d heard it so many times that he could’ve recited it for you.
‘s-stop’ your recorded voice sounded in his apartment.
‘do you always have to tease me like that?’
“You like it,” Kento growled, fist tight around his cock at your airy moans.
‘you’re right, I do’ you giggled, ‘is that bad of me? you’re so mean to me and it just,’ your voice hitched here, ‘...it just makes me leak.’
Kento closed his eyes and shook his head.
‘no? you…you know it does?’ you asked, surprise clear in your voice. ‘do you…do you do it to me on purpose? i-’
He imagined your eyes flashing up at him, eyes wide and pupils wider as you squirmed below him.
‘why?’ you asked in a tiny voice.
“Because I need you to be soaked if you’re ever going to make this fit,” he jerked his cock forcefully.
‘oh! oh…i get to? get to have this?’ your voice was sultry now and the sound of rustling in the audio put him fully into your imagined context. ‘it’s so big, though…’
His brow furrowed as he slumped back into his chair further.
‘you’re going to make it fit?’ you purred excitedly, ‘show me’
Kento’s imagination ran wild. The way he would pick you up and toss you over his shoulder. Or bend you over the back of this armchair. Not in a rush, though, he would allow himself to enjoy the sight of your wet lips soaking through your panties between the plush landscape of your thighs. He might even allow himself to kiss up the backs of your legs from the pits of your knees to your slick inner thighs. You would wiggle impatiently, but his firm hand would keep you pinned over the back of the chair, toes barely able to brush the ground beneath you.
‘ohhhh, you’re one of those.’ you sighed as if frustrated, ‘can’t you be a little more…excited? that you get to have me this way? all puffy and swollen for you?’
He smirked. You were an impatient little thing, at times.
‘don’t you just want to sliiiiide that big cock into my little cunt? or…at least your fingers, right? it would be so easy with how wet you’ve got me’ you coaxed so sweetly.
Kento bit his lip, letting off with his hand for a moment. As a verified enthusiast, he could confirm that you did have the wettest little pussy that he’d ever laid eyes on. The way your lips split prettily around your fingers always made him think about how much deeper his could reach and stretch.
‘i thought so’ you giggled as you slid into yourself with a wet gush. ‘god your-, your fingers…they’re a lot bigger than mine,’ you sighed contentedly.
‘but i think you should really show me how much bigger that cock of yours is. if you think you can last, that is.’
Kento’s lip curled at your bratty teasing. He had no doubt that he could outlast a wanton little slut like yourself, but he so enjoyed the way that you egged him on.
‘i know…the sight of me creaming all over your cock…it’s enough to make anyone bust a nut. but that’s what i was hoping for anyways. as soon as i saw you, i thought, ‘hmm…he looks big and strong. i bet he would hold me down on his cock and breed me. breed my pussy. maybe that would finally satisfy me and make me less of a cockstarved little slut.’
“Doubtful,” he snickered, thrusting forcefully back up into his fist again. But he’d be happy to try. Fuck load after load of his cum into you. Listen to you moan and arch for him like a bitch in heat until each thrust did nothing but push his creamy ropes of cum back out, dripping down to your knees.
Kento’s balls tightened as he listened to you fuck yourself, your moans growing louder and less restrained. Little gasps and hiccups peppered your dirty words and he anticipated the moment that sent him over the edge each time without fail.
‘am…,’ you sniffled ‘am-, am,’ you struggled to speak between thrusts of your dildo. ‘am i being a good girl?’ you sounded so unsure of yourself and that flipped something deep inside of Kento’s brain.
“Fuckkkkkkkk,” Kento let out a deep, primal groan. “Yes,” he panted, about to burst. “Such a good girl. Such a good girl letting me fuck you like this,” he praised through gritted teeth before his cock jerked. Spurts of cum shot out onto his crumpled dress shirt and tie. His chest heaved with deep breaths and by the time his cock had deflated, he had also recovered.
A light flush covered the bridge of his nose as he peeled his shirt off and cleaned up. He was always a little embarrassed at the way he unraveled when listening to you. He considered himself to be an upstanding citizen, so how it was that you unlocked this crazed, unhinged version of himself, he still didn’t quite understand.
Checking the watch on his wrist, Kento sighed. Another day of sorcery work awaited him in the morning so it was time for him to go to bed.
…
Ino looked at Nanami Kento with admiration. They were on their way back from exorcizing a handful of Grade 2 curses. Ino had been able to handle them with minimal assistance from Nanami, which had his chest full of pride.
“Nanami-san, do you have any plans for the weekend?” Ino asked his mentor as they rode the subway.
“...no,” Nanami answered after some thought.
The most exciting thing he had planned for this weekend was your livestream on Friday, but he certainly wasn't about to share that with Ino.
“Do you?” he asked the younger man, a gentle look on his face.
“Not yet, but, oh!” Ino’s face lit up suddenly, “That reminds me, I need to call my sister back. She had asked about having a meal together this weekend.”
Nanami’s eyebrows raised. He wasn't aware that Ino had a sister.
“Do you mind if I do that now?” Ino asked when they got back to street level. “I'm worried I'll forget again.”
“Go ahead,” Nanami shrugged. They were just walking back to Jujutsu High.
“Hey sis! Yeah, yeah I know,” Ino grew sheepish as he spoke to his sister on the phone. “I’m sorry I forgot! But yes we should get dinner this weekend. How about Friday?”
Nanami smiled. Ino’s boyish nature showed through as he talked and something about it tugged at his heartstrings.
“Oh, you’re busy Friday? Hm, okay how about Saturday? Okay, Saturday then! Let me know where we should go. My treat!”
Nanami heard the voice on the phone protest at this, but Ino insisted.
“All set?” he smiled when the younger man slipped his cell phone back into his pocket.
“Yup! Seeing her Saturday,” Ino flashed a bright smile at Nanami.
“Are you close with your sister?” Nanami found himself asking.
Ino received this question with a look of surprise. Nanami was not prone to small talk, so this caught him quite off guard. He blinked a few times before standing up a little straighter and launching into a monologue about you.
Apparently Ino and his sister were quite close. He explained that his sister had largely raised him due to the significant traveling required by both of his parents’ jobs. She had encouraged him through school and taken on part time jobs in order to help support him. Nanami could tell that Ino felt a great deal of admiration towards her and perhaps that he owed an unpayable debt to her too. He wondered if you knew details of the line of work that Ino was now in or anything about the jujutsu world at all.
“We’re here,” Nanami decided to keep those questions unasked for now. “I have a meeting with Principal Yaga. Good work today.”
“Thank you, Nanami-san!” Ino bowed, brimming with happiness.
…
You checked the clock. Ten minutes until you started your stream. You checked your appearance again in the mirror and tried to reassure yourself that you looked fine. You were dressed in an oversized sweater with lingerie underneath. You wondered how many of your top tier subscribers would tune in today.
“Here we go,” you whispered to yourself before starting the stream. “Hi guys!” you greeted the virtual room.
A few logins dinged as you checked your framing to ensure that your face was out of view.
“Hi Todo, Hi Ken~,” you greeted a few of your regulars as their usernames popped up.
todollyawesome: ‘damn ken, the way she says your name’
ken73: ‘hi cinnamon roll’
You giggled at the nickname. The pseudonym you used online was Cinna and some while ago, fans had taken to calling you their cinnamon roll. Ken was one of the only ones who still used it and it made you feel warm and fuzzy with familiarity.
“I said hi to you too, Todo!” you protested playfully, watching as the viewer numbers ticked up, but only slightly. For an exclusive subscriber stream, it was to be expected, but you were grateful for everyone that did show up.
todollyawesome: ‘yeah but not like the way you say ken73’s name. its fine i get it, he’s dreamy’
You chuckled heartily at this. todollyawesome was another loyal subscriber of yours. Not quite as long as ken73, but he had a personality that certainly stood out. He was playful, boisterous, and always cracking jokes.
“Small group today then, I guess,” you cocked your head to the side. “What’s on everyone’s minds?”
todollyawesome: ‘you and your big juicy ass’
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘work tomorrow’
“Work tomorrow? On Saturday? Yuck,” you stuck your tongue out with distaste.
Kento nodded in agreement. He didn’t chime in to the chatterbox and instead took the time to observe you. You were dressed in an oversized, cozy sweater with part of the collar off-shoulder. This exposed one black bra strap and a generous view of your collarbone. Kento found himself wanting to suck and bite, marking you up.
“Shall we relieve some stress?” you asked, “Or do we just feel like chatting?”
It was a genuine question. While you were technically a sex worker, sometimes your smaller group streams did just naturally end up as chatting with a few friends.
“Aside from piercing, do other folks have weekend plans?”
todollyawesome: ‘hanging out with my best friend, yujs’
“Nice!” you smiled. “What about you, Ken?”
Kento’s eyebrows raised at the direct call out.
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘RIP cinna’s not even tryna hide her favoritism anymore’
todollyawesome: ‘man we been known that he was her favorite, old news’
“I mean…,” you laughed softly at the direct call out, “He’s been with me the longest,” you shrugged.
It was silly, of course, but you did have your favorites. Aside from being your longer subscriber, he also quite liked his personality. It was straightforward and though not as colorful as todo’s, it stood out to you just as much if not more.
In conversational settings, like now, he was quite reserved. While others liked to draw your attention by being ostentatious, Ken rarely did that. In sexual settings, however, he seemed to change completely. His messages were domineering, demanding, and downright filthy. You recalled clenching while reading them more than a few times. Ken struck you as someone who knew very clearly what they wanted and articulated it.
The personality that you'd fabricated for him was one of quiet confidence and unbridled, raw sexuality. A heady combination.
Kento swelled at the simple explanation for why he was your favorite. A sort of possessive pride filled up his chest at this subtle confirmation.
ken73: 'you're my favorite too.’
todollyawesome: ‘dude they're flirting 👀’
p1ercing.c0ck: 'don't mind me just watching 👀’
“Oh you're both into watching, huh?” you teased, eyebrows raising off screen. “How do you feel about that, Ken?”
Kento considered this for a moment.
ken73: ‘i'm not sure, to be honest’
You grinned. This was a very characteristic answer. Open and honest.
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘i just know it's big zaddy ken’
This had you cackling. You really did adore your top tier subscribers.
Kento flushed at the compliment.
“Speaking of big,” you hummed as you looked over your toy collection. “What do we think of this one?” you selected a dildo and brought it on screen. It was sizable to say the least. Girthy with a bulbous head, it was one of your favorite toys because of the way it popped inside of you initially.
todollyawesome: 'oh fuck yea! gonna show us how you take it?’
ken73: ‘love seeing you spread open around it’
“Piercing’s hands are too busy to type, I guess,” you teased as you stood up and readjusted. You moved the camera down to the floor and adhered the suction cup on the base of the dildo. You straddled it and flipped your skirt up.
“Oh I'm wet, guys,” you moaned, tugging your panties upwards so that the fabric outlined your puffy lips more clearly. A damp, dark spot was obvious.
todollyawesome: 'fucking super soaker 🥴’
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘on my computer screen but never on me 😔’
You rocked your hips, grinding your clit against the taut fabric. A warbled moan left your lips and the chat box popped off again.
ken73: ‘you sound so gorgeous’
todollyawesome: ‘that voice makes me NUT every time, without fail’
“Hah, thanks guys,” you smiled as you let off your clit slightly. “Can I please sit on it?” you cooed.
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘PLEASE GOD YES’
todallyawesome: ‘i’m gonna pass out if you DONT. ON GAWD’
ken73: ‘...do you think you’ve been good enough?’
Your chest fluttered. Ken was so withholding and it drove you wild.
“I think I’ve been good,” you pouted, “Don’t you think I’m a good girl, Ken?”
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘bro…should we leave?’
todollyawesome: ‘y’all need to do a 1:1 stream FR’
Your eyebrows perked at that. You weren’t not interested.
“You’re right, I’m singling him out, aren’t I?” you relented. “Well, I suppose I should sit on this thing and give you what you came for,” you teased, singsongily.
You angled your hips back so that the tip pressed against the wet fabric of your panties.
“Hmm, panties off or pushed to the side?” you asked your audience. “To the side, it is!” you grinned at the easy consensus.
A soft moan left your lips when you pushed your panties to the side. The slick juices caused the elastic to roll across your clit in a way that had you reeling. You glanced quickly as you positioned yourself over the bulbous head. It was a gratuitous upskirt shot as you lowered yourself on the toy slowly.
Kento groaned, hand fisted around his angry erection as he lowered it in time with you. His eyes were glued to your shining lips and the way they spread to accommodate the toy’s girth. Even just after one pass, it was coated with your slick ooze.
“So nice,” you exhaled dreamily when you reached the base. “So full.”
ken73: ‘good girl’
todollyawesome: ‘i’m dead. i died.’
Kento rocked his hips up into his fist as you worked yourself up and down on the toy. You were so fucking wet that a ring of froth was starting to collect at the base. God what he wouldn’t give to see that around his own cock. The swollen, dark head disappearing into your lovely folds as you utterly coated him with your arousal.
“Oh fuck,” you panted, your nipples tightening as your bounces grew sloppier. “I-, hmph!”
ken73: ‘gonna cum already? desperate thing…’
“It’s so wide,” you tried to explain, “The head. Feels so good,” you moaned wantonly.
“I love,” your breathing grew labored, “Love that fat tip,” you cried desperately as it raked against your sensitive spots.
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘god it’s so good when she gets like this’
Kento agreed. So aroused that you could barely string together sentences. He threw his head back and milked himself faster. The tendons in his forearm and hand flexed deliciously as he applied firm pressure to his cock. His thumb brushed over the tip occasionally, which caused his whole body to tense and shudder with pleasure.
“I-, I’m,” you spoke through your panting, “Gonna cum,” you whined just before your body tensed. The orgasm shot through your body with a shudder and a long, satisfied moan wrenched from your lips.
Kento grunted as the sound of your release triggered his. His heavy balls tightened and cum spurted through his stranglehold onto his tummy and chest. He continued stroking lazily, half hard, as he watched you rock through a second orgasm, this time with the toy stuffed deeply inside of you with shorter up and down motions. Ken wondered how many times he might be able to lazily pump you through orgasms until you tapped out.
“Thank you guys for tuning in,” you smiled as you supported yourself with your forearms planted in front of you. “I had fun, as always.”
p1ercing.c0ck: ‘thank you you beautiful goddess!!’
todollyawesome: ‘MARRY ME PLZ CINNA’
ken73: ‘thank you, princess. i think todolly was joking, but curious if i may in fact DM you about a 1:1 or custom audio? if you’re open to it’
Your heart skipped a beat at Ken’s message.
“Please do!” you smiled, blowing a kiss at the camera before ending the stream.
…
You huffed after checking your email. The past twenty hours had seen you searching for a notification from your streaming platform that never came. Perhaps ken73 hadn't been serious, but he didn't strike you as the type to ask that question flippantly. Shaking your head, you tucked your phone back into your pocket and you scanned the area for Takuma once more.
“Hey sis!” you saw his beanied head emerge from the crowd suddenly.
“Takuma!” you waved at him excitedly. When he got close enough, you folded him into a giant hug. It had been too long since you’d last seen him.
“How are you? You look great,” Takuma complimented you genuinely.
“Well thank you,” you laughed. Takuma hadn't changed.
“Aren’t you going to tell me I look great too?” your brother asked cheekily.
You leaned your head back and let out a belly laugh.
“I don’t know,” you teased, “This beanie…I don’t know if I dig the look.”
Takuma crossed his arms and huffed in protest.
“I look cool!”
“You always look cool,” you patted his head affectionately. Takuma had outgrown you in height now, so you had to reach up to do it, but he was still your little brother. “Hungry?”
“Yes! Always.”
“So how are things with your…work?”
You had a blurry understanding of the jujutsu world. When Takuma had first enrolled in Tokyo Jujutsu High, Principal Yaga had met with you as a courtesy to help you understand exactly why Takuma had been chosen. Takuma had excitedly kept you apprised of his training and ascension through the levels, but after graduating and becoming fully fledged, the sharing had ceased. You certainly understood the need to keep secrets too, so you never pushed too hard. So long as Takuma came home safe, you were satisfied.
“Really good!” Takuma beamed, “I had an assignment with Nanami-san this week. I learn a lot when I get to work with him.”
You smiled. This Nanami had become a mentor of sorts to Takuma through the years. It was clear that Takuma looked up to him and perhaps even idolized him to a degree.
“How are things with you?”
“Good,” you flipped through the menu, “Things at the office have been surprisingly calm and not much has changed.”
“That’s good,” Takuma smiled.
Dinner passed quickly with Takuma filling most of the silence with stories about the new students at Jujutsu High. You listened to him happily. Even if you didn’t share much in common anymore, these days, you were glad to see that Takuma hadn’t lost any of his positivity. It seemed that this Nanami-san was doing his best to take care of him and for that you were truly grateful.
“That dinner was not good,” Takuma shook his head regretfully as you left the restaurant with him.
“I have to agree,” you felt bad saying it, but it was true. “How about I cook for us next time?”
“I would love that! I miss your cooking,” Takuma beamed at you.
“Let me know what you want me to make!” and you chuckled at the speed with which your brother started rattling dishes off the top of his head.
…
‘You have (1) new messages!’
Your eyebrows raised. You clicked on the hyperlink in the email which brought you to the streaming platform.
ken73: ‘I apologize for the delay. Following up on my comment from earlier. I would love to discuss commissioning a custom audio from you.’
You were a bit surprised. You would’ve expected a 1:1 video session to be more interesting, but alas.
sweetcinna: ‘of course! I was starting to think you weren’t serious ;)’
sweetcinna: ‘full transparency, I haven’t done any custom audios to date, but am willing! if you have a script already or a scenario with some themes in mind, that would be really helpful’
Along with that, you sent some rough ideas of pricing that were mostly a wild guess.
Kento stared at his phone. Scenarios and themes…his mind went blank. All he could think was that he just enjoyed hearing you moan, but that wasn’t anything that you could go off of. He tapped the side of his phone as he thought.
If he let his mind run wild…what would it come up with? He certainly enjoyed your playful and sometimes teasing nature. Your little exhales of surprise made him think he would quite enjoy putting you in your place, manhandling you if needed. Looking up from his phone, the tie on his dresser from the day prior caught his eye. He would love to see you wear it and he wondered if he would enjoy binding your wrists with it.
ken73: ‘I enjoy it when you’re playful and tease. I imagine myself manhandling you a bit when you need to be put in your place. Lastly, I wear a tie to work every day…’
A delighted smile crept up your lips. So a little bit of a brat tamer and perhaps some shibari or bondage interest. You could work with that.
sweetcinna: ‘hm, ok! does an office/workplace scenario interest you?’
ken73: ‘Candidly, no. I prefer not to think about my job during off hours.’
sweetcinna: ‘that’s totally fair, I get it.’
sweetcinna: ‘hmm, how about something more domestic? like welcoming you home after a long day of work.’
ken73: ‘That sounds quite nice.’
sweetcinna: ‘perfect…also what would you like me to call you in this audio scenario?’
ken73: ‘You can keep calling me Ken.’
sweetcinna: ‘sounds good, ken :)’
sweetcinna: ‘let me mull this over a bit and flesh out the scene a bit more. i’ll send you more plot points as I think of them!’
ken73: ‘Great. Thank you, princess. And payment should already be to you.’
This surprised you. You checked and it was indeed already there in your virtual tip jar.
sweetcinna: ‘thank you sugar daddy! ;P’
Kento’s eyebrows raised sharply.
Daddy…
…
You tapped your chin with a pencil as you looked at the sheet of paper in front of you.
playful/bratty character
brat tamer? Ken
welcoming him home from work
his tie
You huffed. Maybe this custom audio thing was tougher than you had expected. How were you supposed to come up with something out of thin air? You laid down in your bed and closed your eyes, allowing your mind to roam for a bit.
You wondered about Ken. He seemed somewhat stern, but he had to have a wild side if he was following you. You wondered what he looked like. You imagined someone tall and strong. You weren’t sure if the 73 in his username referred to his birth year, but you had assumed that he must be a bit older. You wondered if you should play into a bit of an age gap fantasy…a lot of men tended to enjoy that. Your eyes popped back open as an idea struck you.
“Aha!” you ran back to your desk and scribbled down a few more bullet points.
Ken coming home from work
I’ve been teasing him all day with suggestive texts and explicit pictures
Ken is frustrated and has been aching to get home to reprimand me
I welcome Ken home dressed in nothing but an apron
Ken is stern, ties my wrists together to a bedpost. spanks and overstimulates me until i apologize
You did some more workshopping of the phrasing before sending it off to ken73. You were delighted when he wrote back that he loved the scenario.
…
Kento couldn’t wait to get home. He had received your audio file in his email earlier in the day and he had rushed through the rest of the day in a blur. Exorcizing curses seemed much more tolerable when he had something to look forward to at the end of the day. Gojo’s antics hadn’t even bothered him as much as usual, which was exceedingly rare.
He shrugged off his jacket and harness while he slipped off his shoes. It wasn’t much longer before he had your file open and was pressing ‘play’.
‘hi baby, welcome home!’ your voice greeted him, sounding slightly far away as some background noise accompanied it.
‘i’m in the kitchen!’
Kento closed his eyes, imagining walking through a set of hallways, slightly on edge from your teasing throughout the day.
“You’re acting awfully chipper,” he greeted you with a cool, terse voice. “When you’ve been acting like a needy little slut all day.”
‘who me?’ you giggled breathily.
“Yes, you,” he growled, stepping through the final doorway to the kitchen. His eyes glanced over your and they widened upon finding that you were dressed only in an apron.
‘hi Ken,’ you greeted him shyly.
Ken’s jaw ticked. Did you think there weren’t going to be any consequences for your actions?
‘i missed you today,’ you stepped towards him, but were stopped.
“You pissed me off today,” he imagined gripping you by the wrists firmly.
‘oh? i-’
“I had a lot of work to get done and I was able to accomplish practically none of it. Sending me all of those pictures and texts…”
‘oh did i distract you?’ you giggled, toying with him. ‘you know i can’t control myself when i get like that’
Kento snorted. This was indeed true. When you were turned on, there was practically no stopping you.
‘maybe you need to teach me a lesson,’ you wondered and he could hear the smirk on your face when you’d said that.
“Maybe I do,” Kento responded to your taunt. Maybe he needed to tie your wrists together with his necktie and spank you until you apologized for your behavior.
‘where are you taking me?’ you asked
“To teach you that lesson,” he replied.
‘you’re-, you’re tying me up?’ your voice sounded like a purr of a delight.
Kento imagined binding your wrists to his headboard, lifting your legs up by the ankles, and folding you in half so that the backs of your thighs were exposed to him. Then you’d have to count. To ten.
‘one!’ you cried at the sound of a spank.
Kento was surprised. You really made it immersive. By the tenth and final spank, your voice had grown airy and you had melted into the bed. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were soaked by now. Soaked and ready for him.
‘ken I need you,’ you moaned desperately. ‘i’ve needed you all day, please’
“So desperate,” he found himself teasing as he palmed himself through his slacks.
‘baby pleeease? can i please have that cock?’
It was too easy to melt at your request. He pulled himself out of his zipper and stroked, nodding to himself.
‘i can’t stop thinking about you,’ you confessed before wet sounds sucked Kento fully into the fantasy.
Your mouth and your pussy were used freely and you came loudly for him several times. He was proud of himself for lasting until the end of the audio, but the sounds of you hiccuping and begging for him to cum inside of you ultimately pushed him right over the edge and he exploded magnificently into his own hand.
Kento breathed deeply for a while before he tidied himself up. You were addicting.
ken73: ‘Thank you so much for that, sweetheart. Incredible.’
…
Why were you flustered by a message?! You wanted to smack yourself. The message you had received from Ken had been so simple and yet you found yourself melting at his praise.
sweetcinna: ‘thank you!! i really enjoyed making it.’
sweetcinna: ‘may I ask you? do you find yourself responding to me in the scenario? i often wonder that about my listeners, but haven’t ever asked!’
Ken was surprised at your question. He hadn’t even really been expecting a message back, since the transaction was technically complete.
ken73: ‘It sounds silly, but I do respond sometimes. You are very talented at creating an immersive scene, so I can’t help it at times.’
sweetcinna: ‘thank you very much.’
sweetcinna: ‘would it be odd to share that i’m curious what you sound like? like what types of responses come to your mind when you listen to me?’
ken73: ‘Would you like to hear my voice?’
Your heart leapt into your throat. His directness really grabbed you, for whatever reason.
sweetcinna: ‘yes, but i understand if you find that odd! i was just talking’
ken73: ‘No, I would like that very much. Take some time to think about it and let me know.’
Your heart was pounding.
…
You stared at your phone nervously. You had thought about it, probably too many times, before confirming that you wanted to do a phone call with Ken. You’d picked a day and the time had flown by.
ken73: ‘I’m running a bit late, but I will be home very soon.’
sweetcinna: ‘no rush!’
You decided to pour yourself a glass of wine while you waited. It wasn’t excessive, but the little bit of alcohol helped to ease your nerves.
ken73: ‘I am home. Here’s my number for you to call.’
You dialed and listened to the ring tone, full of excitement and anxiety. It rang just twice before he picked up.
“Hello, this is Ken.”
“Hi,” you did your best to keep your voice level. “How are you?”
“I’m good now, sweetheart. How was your day?”
“It was good,” you thought for a moment, “Work was not too eventful and now I get to talk to you!”
Kento smiled. He was incredibly pleased that you had agreed to a phone call. It was one thing to listen to your audios, but getting to interact with you in a more live fashion thrilled him.
“You have a nice voice, Ken,” you observed, interjecting into his thoughts.
“Ah, thank you,” he found himself flushing and chuckling at your words.
“You have a nice laugh too,” you pressed. You found yourself wanting to hear it again.
“You’re very complimentary, aren’t you?”
“Only when I have reason to be,” you shrugged.
“Consider me flattered,” Kento loosened his tie.
“Are you getting undressed?” you asked, hearing the rustling of fabric on his end.
“Not quite,” Nanami let out a hearty laugh. “Just loosening my tie.”
“Ah,” you nodded, “The tie that you’d like to tie me up with?” you flirted shamelessly.
Nanami tensed at your direct suggestion. Minx.
“I think you deserve it, don’t you?” his voice got lower somehow.
You let out a nervous, airy giggle. His voice was so attractive.
“Answer me,” he insisted.
“Please Ken,” you bit your lower lip and squirmed.
“That’s a good girl,” he exhaled, palming himself through his zipper.
“Your good girl,” you corrected him and you were rewarded with a soft growl.
A streak of possessiveness ran through him.
“That’s right, isn’t it?” he mused, “I’m the one who gets to enjoy you like this, aren’t I?”
“Uh huh,” you giggled. It was true after all, he was the first and only subscriber of yours to cross over into something more.
“My good girl,” he groaned and you purred in response.
“Are you hard?” you asked, hand snaking down to tease your inner thighs.
“Very,” he chuckled.
“Wish I could see,” you pouted.
Kento was struck with the sudden realization that he was more than willing to show you. In lieu of that, for now, he could try and paint you a word picture.
“Greedy girl,” he teased, “You’d love to feast your eyes on my cock, straining in my pants just from listening to you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” you exhaled breathily, “Would want to feel it, rub my face on it, and then ask you if I could take it out.”
“So polite,” he leaned his head back. “Polite little thing.”
“Sir, may I touch myself?” you asked.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he clicked his tongue, he wanted to tease you a little bit longer.
You let out a whine of disappointment that was music to his ears. You were so expressive and he loved that he was wrenching these sounds out of you.
“You’re going to get on your knees and watch me play with myself,” he decided.
You pouted, even though he couldn’t see you. Your cunt clenched at the thought. The denial was frustratingly arousing.
“Yes, sir,” you answered him, shifting to your knees.
“God you have me aching,” he exhaled shakily as he undid his pants and pulled himself out. His cock was heavy and thick in his hand.
“Would you describe it to me?”
“Naughty girl,” he grinned, “It’s decent sized,” he considered himself. “Six or seven inches with a wide, bulbous head. Veiny and,” he circled his fingers around the shaft, “Fairly thick.”
“Oh fuck,” you sighed contentedly, “You have a pretty cock.”
“Pretty cock for my pretty girl,” he chuckled at your description.
Your thighs squeezed together at his praise. You so desperately wanted to touch yourself…do something to relieve the throbbing ache between them.
“How long do I have to wait?” you squirmed, the crotch of your panties pressing against your clit torturously.
“Go ahead, baby,” Kento relented, “I know you’re not good at being patient.”
You flushed at the soft dig, but thanked him anyway and reached down to rub your aching slit.
“If you were here, I would have you suck my cock while you waited, but alas…,” his rich voice filled your ears and your toes curled.
“I would love that,” you breathed, “I would love to taste you. Feel that beautiful cock on my tongue,” you moaned wantonly.
Ken groaned as you described how you would lick and suck his raging erection. Nibble your lips along the underside, suckle at the bulbous tip, and swallow him down until you gagged on him. He felt like he could burst.
“Get me nice and hard with your pretty mouth,” he sighed, his chest heaving as he stroked himself to your pace. “So you can sit on it.”
You purred excitedly at this thought.
“May I?” you sat up, wanting to grab a toy.
“I think you must,” he chuckled.
You grabbed a dildo with a suction cup at the base and stuck it to the ground. You kneeled and positioned the head at your entrance before lowering yourself slowly.
“Oh fuck!” you whined at the pleasurable stretch. “Ken, fuck…”
Kento’s balls tighten when you moaned for him. He filled in the second syllable of his name in his mind as his hips bucked of their own accord. God, you made him want to bully his cock deep inside of you.
“So good, baby,” he groaned through gritted teeth, “So good taking it for me.”
You whined, bouncing your hips lower and lower on the dildo. Your nipples tightened as you approached orgasm.
“Hng, Daddy, can I cum?” you pleaded without thinking, desperate and wanton.
Kento’s body betrayed him.
“Yes, fuck!” he managed to answer before he came violently. His abs contracted forcefully as he shot ropes of cum onto himself. Your sounds of orgasm melted into his as you both reached your highs together.
“You came?” you asked after catching your breath.
“Yes,” Kento answered, his body slumped down in his chair.
“I should’ve asked you about the ‘daddy’ thing first,” you realized suddenly, “I’m sorry if I caught you off guard with that.”
“It…,” Kento paused. As loathe as he was about admitting it, he felt like he could with you. “I don’t…hate it.”
“But do you like it?” you insisted.
“...yes,” he finally answered.
“Okay good,” you exhaled with relief.
“Do you have other plans this evening?” he asked after a small gap of time.
“No, not tonight. Later in the week I need to get groceries, but nothing today. Do you?”
“Luckily no. Will take care of a few things around my apartment. Cook dinner.”
“Ah, do you enjoy cooking?”
“I do,” Kento nodded. It was a relaxing activity and a welcome reprieve from his job, which was filled with insanity.
“Me too. When I have time, I love to bake.”
“Ah, is that so?” Kento’s ears perked up. He loved baked goods. “What do you like to bake?”
“Oh almost anything,” you settled into your pillows. “Bread if I’m feeling ambitious. Muffins or something else if I’m short on time.”
“Cinnamon roll indeed,” Ken remarked with a chuckle.
A soft warmth flushed through you. Considering that Ken was a technical stranger, it was incredibly comfortable being on the phone with him. Maybe this was how your subscribers felt about you despite knowing very little. It was interesting to be on this end of a parasocial relationship.
…
You looked up from your pot of soup when you heard the buzzer for your front door. Takuma must be here! You let him in and then went to set the table. As usual you had cooked too much food, but you intended for him to pack most of it away anyways.
You answered the door and were surprised when your eyes landed on a tall, blonde stranger.
“Oh…, hello?”
“Hey sis!” Takuma greeted you from behind the stranger with a wide smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but I invited Nanami-san!”
Nanami wished a hole would open up in the ground underneath him. It wasn’t like Ino had railroaded him into joining for dinner, but he had insisted quite adamantly and caught Nanami in a moment of weakness.
“Ah? Ah!” as the name finally triggered recognition and you bowed politely. “Nanami-san, wonderful to meet you! Please come in!”
“I-,” Nanami paused, “Ino, I thought-,” he turned to the younger man with a stern look on his face. Ino hadn’t been quite clear about the invitation, but you clearly hadn’t been expecting Nanami.
“Please, Nanami-san,” you insisted, a soft smile on your face. “I have been wanting to thank you for taking such good care of my younger brother. I would love it if you joined us for dinner.”
Nanami found his cheeks growing warm at your genuine smile. Your eyes were locked directly on his and he found himself struck by your appearance. He noted some subtle similarities to Ino, but mostly he was reeling from how pretty you were. Preparations must’ve still been underway as you were wearing a scallop-edged apron that was tied back in a way that emphasized your shape.
“Ah, thank you,” he bowed before stepping through the doorway.
Takuma helped hang up Nanami’s jacket and leather harness while you added another place setting to the table. You ladeled out three bowls of miso soup and brought them to the table with the other dishes that were already laid out.
“Itadakimasu!” Takuma beamed at you before digging right in.
“Tch, impatient,” you clicked your tongue at him with a fond smile.
“Itadakimasu,” Nanami bowed his head at you as well before picking up his soup spoon. “This looks and smells wonderful.”
“Hopefully it tastes good too,” you winked at him.
“YN is a good cook,” Ino remarked to his mentor.
Nanami’s eyes widened after a few bites. It was delicious.
“This is wonderful,” he complimented you genuinely.
“Thank you,” you grew a little under his heavy stare. He was so serious. “Ah, I forgot!” you stood suddenly, “Would you like anything to drink other than tea?”
“Nanami likes whiskey,” your brother answered helpfully.
“No, you don’t have to,” Nanami put his hands up in protest.
“Ice? No ice?” you asked, ignoring his niceties.
“One ice cube,” he relented and you nodded.
“Let me play house for you, Nanami-san,” you grinned playfully at him when you returned with the glass. “It’s in my nature as an older sister, after all.”
Kento blinked at your teasing. There was something familiar about it. His eyes were glued to you as you untied the apron and hung it on a hook.
“Well, tell me about yourself, Nanami-san!” you demand cheekily as you started in on the food as well. “Considering how many times Takuma has mentioned you, I don’t think I actually know anything about you!”
“Of course,” the tall gentleman nodded, “Nanami Kento. I am twenty-eight years old working as a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer.”
You chuckled at his formal introduction.
“Ino YN,” you returned the introduction. “Working as a personal assistant at the Tokyo courthouse. Very nice to meet you.
Nanami found himself smiling at you. You were obviously teasing, but he found that he didn’t dislike it…at all.
“Tell me about your day,” you asked of Takuma as you also started eating.
Without fail, your younger brother launched into enthusiastic storytelling, which allowed you to observe both him and his mentor. Nanami’s blue shirt pulled taut across his shoulders. He wore a spotted tie, which seemed to be in contrast to the rest of his stern appearance. You smiled…it was a nice touch. His hair was parted sharply and his face was full of similar lines and planes, but he was handsome nonetheless.
Nanami looked up during your observation and caught your eye. He was watching you too. Particularly he found himself fixated on your chin and mouth. He felt crazy for even thinking it, but you reminded him of SweetCinna. He even felt that your voice was similar, but perhaps he just found himself attracted and projecting.
“How was your day?” Takuma’s voice cut through the tension. He glanced between you and Nanami and then grinned.
“It was good,” you smiled. “I did some reading in the morning before getting groceries and cooking for dinner.”
“What are you reading?” Nanami asked.
“Land of Milk and Honey by C Pam Zhang. It’s…,” you thought for a moment about how to describe the work. “Interesting. It’s near future dystopian, lots of references and imagery around food.”
“Interesting,” Nanami’s eyebrows raised. “How are you finding it?”
“Hm,” you looked at him head on. “I’m not quite far enough yet to have a strong opinion.”
Nanami nodded. That certainly made sense.
“Do you enjoy reading? I’d be happy to lend it to you when I’m finished.”
“I do,” he nodded, some of the tension seeming to leave his shoulders. “It’s probably my main source of leisure these days.”
“Ah! Me too,” you beamed at him with delight. Nanami smiled at you and your breath caught. There was something satisfying about seeing his stern facade drop.
Takuma look on at your interaction with Nanami, over the moon. This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d extended the invitation, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
“How can I help?” Nanami asked once everyone had had their fill.
“Help me bring the dishes to the sink?”
He nodded and started stacking empty plates and bowls together. You put your apron and gloves back on and placed everything into the sink.
“Shall I dry?”
“That’s not necessary!” you shook your head, chuckle when the image of Nanami in your apron and gloves popped into your head.
“There’s nothing I can do to help?”
“Oh, actually,” a thought did pop into your head. “Can you help me tie my hair up?” you gestured to the hair tie that was laying on the counter.
Nanami blinked at the request, but nodded, grabbing the elastic. His fingertips brushed along your scalp as he gathered your hair into a bundle. He struggled a bit, but managed to get most of it tied up in the band. You’d tried to bite it back, but Nanami had heard what sounded like a soft purr when he’d tugged a little too hard.
He really felt like he’d heard that before.
…
Nanami tapped his foot impatiently on the train. It had to be you, right?
After the meal with you, he’d tried to put things out of his mind unsuccessfully. The thought of you being SweetCinna had nagged and nagged at him until he’d finally relented and gone over your audio collection with a fine toothed comb. He’d listened and listened to your honeyed voice, painfully hard, until he’d found a clip that made things fall into place.
‘tch, i’m not a brat!’
The click of your tongue had been so similar to your admonishment of your brother.
As he continued to wonder whether he was valid or crazy, his phone chimed with a notification.
sweetcinna: ‘any chance you’re free?’
ken73: ‘I am actually. Anything the matter?’
sweetcinna: ‘no? does something have to be the matter for us to talk?’
ken73: ‘No not at all, angel. I just wasn’t sure if it was a one-off last time.’
You regarded your phone with a look. You supposed that was a fair assumption, but after your slip up with Nanami’s hand in your hair you’d found yourself with an excess of sexual tension that you wanted to work out…with Ken.
sweetcinna: ‘would you be interested in chatting on the phone again?’
ken73: ‘Of course. Give me a few minutes and I’ll let you know when you can call.’
“Hello!” you greeted him sunnily.
“Hi angel,” he smiled at the sound of your voice.
“How are you?”
“Very good,” he nodded.
“Very good?” you laughed, “And why’s that?”
Kento paused before answering in a way that wouldn’t give himself up quite yet.
“It was just a good day,” he shrugged. “How about you? How was your day?”
“It was actually quite good as well,” you answered honestly, “I had dinner with my younger brother and that was a lot of fun.”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes!” beamed as you recalled the meal. “He actually invited a colleague of his who I’d never met before. He talks about him often, so it was nice to meet the gentleman.”
“It must’ve been a bit of a surprise then?” Kento asked.
“It was, but not in a bad way,” you shook your head, “He was quite handsome,” you giggled as you thought of Nanami’s tall, broad form again.
Kento was almost jealous for a moment before he remembered that you were actually referring to him.
“Is that so?” he raised an eyebrow, feigning jealous anyways.
“Quite,” you answered honestly. “Are you jealous?” you asked, catching the slight edge in his voice.
“Should I be?”
“I don’t think so,” you answered giddily, “I probably won’t see him again. And it’s not like he’s made me cum just with his voice, right?”
Kento let out a sharp laugh. You were quite skilled at flattery.
“Hmm,” he hummed in agreement, “And is that why you called? So I can remind my slutty little princess just how hard I make you cum?”
“Maybe…”
“Ask me for it, pretty girl,” Ken’s voice was low and thick in your ear.
“Hng…Ken, please,” you relented with a soft whine.
Kento squeezed his eyes shut at this noise. You were so alluring. He would have to tell you…he wanted to tell you, but for now he needed to hear you cum, fall apart for him and only him.
“Very good girl,” he hummed, pleased.
You squirmed. It was ridiculous how so few words could have you clenching for him. Your nipples were pebbled through your thin shirt and you brushed your fingertips over them with a soft hiss.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” he demanded, palming himself through the front of the sweatpants that he had changed into.
“My nipples,” you panted, “Teasing them, through my shirt.”
“Imagine, my tongue on them. Lapping with my tongue wide and flat and then teasing with the tip, getting the fabric damp and wet so that when I blow on it, it grows cool.”
“Oh fuck!” you arched instinctively, images of Nanami popping into your mind. His mouth working at your puckered nipples as Ken described.
“Make a pretty wet spot to match the one that I know is on your panties.”
“Ken!” your chest heaved with ragged breaths.
“Yes, pretty girl?”
“I need,” you squirmed, “I need…something.”
“Have you been waiting for me?” Kento asked, slightly fuzzy in the chest at your obedience, despite your obvious desire.
“Yes,” you nodded, “I'm being good, I swear.”
“Can you wait for me just a bit longer? I’d like to take my time tonight.”
Kento heard you nod and he imagined the breathless expression on your face, this time in full clarity. God, he wanted you. To push your knees apart. To tie your wrists together above your head. To feast on you until he'd had his fill.
“Fuck,” he threw his head back and groaned. He hadn't thought it was impossible, but his cock was harder knowing who you were and that you were potentially in reach.
Your toes curled as you pulled your knees to your chest. Your cunt was aching and dripping at Ken’s rough, deep voice and you wished he were there to bury himself inside of you and fuck you within an inch of consciousness. You wished to be drooling and mindless, stuffed full of his fat erection.
“Daddy please, I can't wait anymore,” you cried.
Kento growled at the moniker.
“Go ahead, baby,” he coaxed you. “Go ahead and touch that pretty pussy for me. I know you need it.”
“Thank you thank you thank you,” you murmured as your fingers stroked over your soaked lips. “Fuck I'm so wet,” you giggled, relaxing with relief.
“God I want to taste you,” Kento moaned. “Eat you until it's dripping down my chin. Until you're crying.”
“Fuck! I’m gonna,” you choked at his fervent words, “Can I? Please?”
Nanami’s vision went red. So. Fucking. Polite.
“Cum for Daddy,” he coaxed.
Your body jerked. Hearing him refer to himself that way triggered a deep and primal response in you that had you crying out for him as you snapped.
Nanami’s pupils dilated as he listened to you come apart. You were so loud, so clear, so gorgeous…for him.
“Beautiful,” his voice was almost like a whisper now.
“You haven't cum yet?”
“No, not yet.”
His self control was really something else.
“Good, because I need you to cum in my pussy,” you declared.
Kento’s eyebrows raised. Little brat.
“Oh is that so? How do you figure that?”
“Because I'm you're good little slut,” you insisted. “Don't you want to fill me up?”
Kento barked out a laugh that sent a thrill down your spine. He wanted to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you to eye level with him.
“Babygirl. Listen to me carefully now,” his voice was hard, “I will cum where I want, when I want, and you will be happy with it.”
You melted audibly into your bed with a fluttery sigh and Kento smirked. You were perfect.
“You're lucky I'm in the mood to pump you full of my cum tonight,” he remarked and you felt yourself gush again.
“Please,” you nodded. You felt like you were floating. “I need you to fuck your cum into me with that fat cock, please!”
Kento grunted, hips bucking up into his fist. The dark, swollen head disappeared and reappeared repeatedly between his thumb and pointer finger as his hip flexors worked.
“Kento,” your tongue slipped as you ground your clit against the heel of your palm. “I'm co-oming!” your breath hitched in your throat as you did.
“Hah,” his panting was throaty. He tensed at the sound of your second orgasm and the mental image of being balls deep inside of you pushed him over the edge with you.
You listened to each other breathe as your minds returned to your bodies.
“Did that scratch your itch?” Kento finally asked, a content smile on his lips.
“Very much so,” you nodded, eyelids growing heavy with relaxation.
“You should sleep,” he murmured after hearing a yawn.
“Goodnight, Ken,” you muttered.
“Goodnight, YN,” he whispered after ending the call.
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You checked your wristwatch again. The train was more than a few minutes late today. It had been a reasonable day at the courthouse, but you were ready to go home.
Eventually, the train car doors slid open with a squeak and you stepped inside. Glancing around, you were surprised when you saw a now-familiar silhouette.
“Nanami-san!” you found yourself moving towards him.
“A-ah, Ino-san,” he greeted you with a surprised expression.
“Nice to see you again. Are you headed home?”
Nanami nodded and you reached up to grab a handhold as the train pulled out of the station. The car jerked slightly and you stumbled, hand wrapping around Nanami’s flexed bicep instead.
“Shoot!” you squeaked as you tried to steady yourself. You almost jumped out of your skin when a warm hand met the small of your back, helping you regain your balance. “I’m sorry,” you turned away, slightly mortified.
“Quite alright,” Kento found himself pleased at your self-consciousness. His hand was splayed across your back and he let it linger for a moment or two longer than necessary. “How was your day?”
“It was a little busy, but not bad,” you looked up at him. “And yours?”
“It was a fair day. Did some training with students. Have you gotten any further in your book?”
“Oh I have!” your face lit up and you turned to face him. “It’s quite interesting. The language is very beautiful.”
“Hmm,” Kento nodded and you shared more of the plot and your opinions on the work.
“Oh, my stop is next,” you interjected with realization. You turned to him with a look in your eye that was almost regretful.
“May I walk you back?” Kento found himself asking. “I’m enjoying this conversation.”
“A-ah, of course!” you nodded. Heat prickling up the back of your neck.
Nanami fell into step with you as you led the way to your apartment. You found yourself truly enjoying his company so you took a few scenic options.
“Has Ino ever shared much about his special technique with you?” Kento asked.
“No,” you shook your head. “And I suppose I’ve never asked.”
“I see.” Nanami nodded. He inhaled deeply, now was as good a time as any. “There are a wide variety of techniques. One of mine involves creating weak points at a set ratio of 7:3. Some refer to me as the 7:3 Sorcerer.”
You stilled for a moment. 7:3? Nanami Kento, the 7:3 Sorcerer?
You heard an almost comical screeching sound in your mind as the pieces puzzled themselves together. Could Nanami be ken73? Surely that would be too coincidental.
Nanami had kept walking, so you found yourself several paces behind him when you snapped out of your thoughts. You jogged lightly to catch up, shooting him a furtive glance as you did so. You certainly wouldn’t mind it if he was. Imagining all of the phone calls that you’d had, those words coming out of Nanami’s mouth, had a fiery heat building steadily in your belly.
You were rendered quiet until you reached your building. You paused at the sidewalk and tried to keep your face straight as you bowed politely.
“Thank you for walking me back. I enjoyed our conversation today.”
“Likewise,” Nanami nodded. He looked you over from head to toe. You were doing a remarkably good job of staying composed, so he was not sure whether you had picked up on his clues or not. As you turned to enter your building, one last thought entered into his mind.
“YN…are you a fan of cinnamon rolls, by chance?”
Your mask fell. Your mouth fell into a circle and you turned to face Nanami again, eyes searching. He had taken his glasses off and his gaze bore into you, heavy and hot.
“Ken?” you murmured in disbelief.
His lips curled into a smile and relief curled through his chest.
“How?” you shook your head as he stepped towards you.
“I’ve been subscribed to you for years, remember? It is so surprising that I could identify your voice?” his eyes flicked over your face. “Plus you are an insufferable tease in real life too.”
You felt like there was steam coming off the top of your head. You had wondered in the past what it might feel like to be discovered, but it was always more doomsday-y than this. Having Kento find out felt more like relief and nervous excitement. You wondered what he was thinking.
“I am wildly attracted to you, both physically and mentally, but I don’t want to presume anything on your end because I understand that our virtual connection was also your job.”
“You’re not,” you answered honestly. “I-, it was meaningful to me too.”
Kento nodded.
“May I take you out on a date?”
“You don’t think we could skip that?” you grabbed his tie playfully.
“I don’t,” Kento’s mind stuttered at your touch. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea by doing things out of order.”
Your chest squeezed. He was so proper…until he wasn’t.
“Can’t you make an exception for me?” you cooed, running your hands along his lapels.
His hands clutched your wrists and stilled them. There was a tick in his jaw that hadn’t been there before.
“If I tell you no, would you be a good girl for me and wait?”
“Yes,” you sighed, relishing the pressure of his strong grip.
“Good girl. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, then,” he decided and then stepped back. Almost as an afterthought he added, “And don’t even think about touching yourself before then.”
You almost let out an anguished wail at this. He was going to make you wait to have him. And you would.
…
You were vibrating with anticipation when Kento picked you up. The night passed torturously slowly with soft grazes of his knuckles against your calves, his fingertips trailing across your hips and lower back, and his warm breath curling around the shell of your ear when he spoke.
Nanami had watched proudly as you had held back shivers and bit down moans as he’d teased you through the evening. He couldn’t get enough of touching you. Watching you barely hold it together, just for him. Keeping up his gentleman’s facade he walked you to your front door, kissed your knuckles and then moved to leave.
“Kento, please,” you begged softly, looping your arm around his torso and resting your forehead against his back. “I need you,” you whispered, voice growing frayed as your sanity unwound.
Kento swept you up into his arms and pressed a kiss to your temple. You grabbed him by the necktie and pulled him into a ravenous kiss as he backed you into your apartment. Your hands pushed the suit jacket off of his shoulders and explored his broad form. For a moment Kento was caught off guard by the ferocity of your kisses, but he adjusted quickly.
“Shall I put on the apron?” you teased, lips brushing against his. The groan he let out was well worth it.
“Later,” he pressed you down onto the bed and grasped you by the ankles.
He pressed a kiss against your left ankle before he set them on his shoulders. His hands traced down your calves and pushed your skirt up over your plush thighs. It was like unwrapping a present. He found himself kneeling until your legs were hooked over his shoulders and his face was buried against your quivering, needy cunt. You had leaked completely through your panties through the course of the date and your inner thighs were slick with shine.
“All for me, princess?” he teased, before diving in. He dragged his nose along your core and kissed you languidly through the fabric. The noises were so wet and gushy, music to his ears.
“Kento,” you arched up against him, desperate for more. “Please fuck me,” you begged, the words coming out in wet, hot little pants. “You can torture me later, take your time later, but please I need you to fuck me right now!”
Kento smirked against your pussy. He had really done a number on you.
“Since you asked nicely,” he relented, peeling off his disheveled clothes. Your eyes feasted on him as he pulled off your panties and set your ankles back on his shoulders. His pupils dilated as he watched your juices coat his fat tip. His eyes rolled back as his cock slipped past your impossibly tight lips with a ‘pop’.
“God you are fucking tight, princess,” he marveled as he rocked into you. “Your pussy is gripping me.”
“Kento, more.”
He nodded and pressed a kiss to your calf again before he stroked himself deeply into you. You let out an embarrassing noise as he filled you up. Your eyes rolled back and your hips canted to meet his thrusts. Wet sounds of him burying himself into you mingled with wet pants and low groans. A coil tightened in the pit of your belly.
“I’m,” you gasp punctured the air, “I’m close.”
He nodded, keeping up his pace as you clenched around him.
“Are you?” your wild eyes sought his out, “Together?”
Kento’s eyes widened as his stomach clenched at your breathless request. Together. Yes, he wanted that too.
“A little more,” he answered, “Hold on for me.”
You nodded furiously, stifling your orgasm as Kento rutted himself deep inside of you. His cock stroked deep and thick inside of you until he tensed.
“Now, princess!” he whined, his hips stuttering as his cock twitched deep inside of you. His heavy balls shot ropes of cum into you until his body sagged atop yours.
You pulled him close and pressed kisses across his jaw and over his nose while he recovered. He grew shy at this peppering of affection, which only served to endear you to him more.
“Shall we change my nickname to cream pie instead of cinnamon roll?” you giggled, brushing some hair out of Kento’s eyes.
Kento started laughing so hard that his shoulders shook. You wrapped your arms around them and basked in the sounds of his joy.
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When your date plans are ruined by the snow, you and Choso find a stack of old board games, and make your own fun.
Fluff, mildly suggestive, general cute fluffy comfort.
As promised for @gojo-mochi ❤️🫖☕⛄
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Choso stood at the fridge, considering breakfast, one finger lazily scratching his jaw. He was broken out of his reverie by a shriek from you; with a panicked shout, he moved to you immediately. Swooping in behind you, he tucked his arms around your waist, shucking you backwards over his shoulder. You shrieked again, this time at him.
"Choso, what are you doing?!"
"Why are you screaming?" he retaliated, but hopped backwards in disgust as, through the open front door he had rescued you from, snow tumbled round his feet. Gaping at the doorway with a comedically downturned frown, Choso shook ice off his feet; a flat snow drift, imprinted against the absent door, was almost as tall as him.
"We're snowed in!" You yelled, still draped backwards over Choso's shoulder, pointing your toes and arms in delight as Choso snorted, a grumpy huff of air through his nose. His face bored, annoyed, he tickled your hips, delighted by how you squirmed and laughed.
"We had plans," Choso grumped, throwing you deftly onto the sofa to your delighted squeals, "you promised me a date."
You poked your toes into his belly, teasing, laughing again as he gripped your ankle and pinched your toes.
"Stop it! Stop-- STOP!" You begged, kicking, "We can still have fun! I promise! Just...use your imagination. I'm going to go and shower." Choso pouted at you as you escaped his hands, and scooted yourself to the bathroom.
With a sigh, he pulled a t-shirt on over his grey sweat pants, and surveyed the room. Wandering lazily towards an old chest of drawers, he yanked it open, rummaging inside.
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"Hey! What are these?" You leaned out of the bedroom towards Choso's shout, and saw him blowing dust off a stack of old board games from your childhood. A prickle of nostalgic delight ran through you, your hair still damp as you approached Choso with soft joy, brushing your fingertips against the boxes.
"Board games," you breathed, happy memories washing over you. Choso's eyes softened, peering down at your unbridled delight with a gentle smile, "Have you ever played any?" He nodded slowly. Shuffling through the pile, he picked one out, holding it up and shaking it at you with twinkling eyes.
"Date?"
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"Uhm...B...five?"
"Miss." Choso slapped his hands over his face with a groan as you shot him a wicked little grin. He sullenly pushed a little red peg into his board, pouting.
"Do you even HAVE any battleships on there?" He sulked. You waggled your eyebrows at him.
Cautiously as you rummaged in your peg box, Choso began to peer surreptitiously over to your half of the game. You spotted him, gasping dramatically and throwing your hands over your board, but not before he had seen.
"You dirty cheat--"
"You put them all in one corner, you minx--"
Choso flicked the board with a smirk, pegs skittering across the table, and you took off through the apartment, laughing as he chased you.
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"Jail?!" Choso cried, holding his tiny metal dog to his chest, appalled and stroking its ears in dismay. You shrugged, counting out your wodge of pink banknotes.
"Can't pay your rent. Gotta go to jail. Them's the rules."
"Says who?" He challenged, fist slammed to the table in passionate opposition.
"Says Capitalism," you offered wanly. Choso huffed again, reluctantly moving his metal dog around the board into the Jail. Choso's hand reached into the game box absentmindedly. He recoiled as you slapped the back of it.
"Hey! Do not pass Go, do not take two-hundred pounds."
Choso stared at you with barely restrained fury. A heartbeat passed between you. He flipped the board, your multiple hotels scattering across the table. Choso stood, a dark aura surrounding him as he pointed one thick finger down at you.
"Fuck Capitalism," he sneered.
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"Right foot green."
"Right foot...green?!" Choso was crablike on the multicoloured mat, looking down below him and surveying his limited options. You stood above him in just your underwear and his oversized t-shirt, legs either side of his hips. The spinner was rested on Choso's tensed abs, where you diligently spun it for him.
"I'm not an octopus," he grumbled, but started to slide his foot towards himself, thighs tense with the uncomfortable stretch. His movement knocked your left leg from under you and you cried out, landing squarely on his groin with a blush.
Choso coughed, red-cheeked and furious, "That's cheating--"
"Hey, this was your faul--"
"Can't believe you'd try to seduce me just to win--"
"Try?" You teased, wiggling against him. He groaned, dropping weakly to the floor, holding your hips on his.
"Fine. You win this time," he scowled, stabbing a finger at you as you giggled. His hand wandered down to finger the soft skin of your belly, before slowly meandering up your abdomen. You bit your lip with a shiver.
Choso snapped, standing and hoisting you over his shoulder again, and you squealed and kicked your legs as he carried you decisively towards your bedroom.
"Date's over," he announced abruptly, "time for bed."
I love how choso is just, the definition of on sight. he sees a bastard who hurt his family? he attacks. said bastard turns out to be his family? he protects. bastard has been hurt by other bastard who’s also family? he attacks.
this man has not a single thought behind his eyes, just a 5’11 beast on pure onii-chan instincts
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