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unusually warm
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ where nanami kento is tired of feeling empty and out of spite and a desperate way to fill that empty void he listens to his friend and goes on a blind date. he couldnât name a single flaw in you but just one..you were a lot younger then what he anticipated. when satoru set him up and said âto make him feel young againâ he didnât think heâd set him up with a college student..
pt1, pt2, pt3
puppy! choso x bunny! reader
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ your spoiled little bunny life got thrown out of track when your owner takes in a stray dog, puppy! choso, who you donât like not one bit. but he doesnât seem to get the hint
eater
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ eating demonic creatures never tasted good for han maru. thatâs why after every mission he goes to this tiny pastry shop by his shitty apartment to try to get the bad taste out of his mouth. though now he didnât really come by for a sweet treat. he craved someone sweeter!
fuzzy love
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ cheetah's were very anxious cats, and it's quite common for them to have service dogs to accompany them! mean cheetah! sukuna has been more anxious and aggressive than usual, so zookeeper! toji gives him a puppy hybrid, hoping to mellow him out.
good for the heart
ËËđ˘Ö´ŕťâ having pots (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) always had a tool on you and who else but to comfort you then your loving husband ^_^
REQUESTS R WELCOMED!!!!!!!! ^_^
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Look, Clark grew up on a farm with cows and canonically drinks milk in Superman 2025, so how was I supposed to not write about him having a lactation kink?? This fic could be considered a sequel to âKryptonian breeding season,â but you donât have to read that to know how Reader got pregnant. Written for @breedvember
Pairing: Clark Kent (Superman 2025) x f reader
Summary: Clark discovers he has a lactation kink when your milk comes in near the end of your pregnancy.
Tags: fluffy smut, p in v, lactation kink including breast play and breastmilk drinking, pregnant reader, references to breeding
Word count: 578
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âIs this another Kryptonian breeding thing?â you ask with an amused smile as Clark suckles your leaking nipple.
The tips of his ears go pink as he blinks up at you, embarrassed but not enough to stop himself entirely. âDon' think so,â he mumbles around your breast. âJusâ a me thing.â
He doesn't feel that bone-deep pull of primitive instinct like he does when it's his breeding season, just feels ordinary. Well, not ordinaryâhe feels very very turned on.
He didn't realize that seeing a few drops of milk pearling on your nipples for the first time would punch him in the gut with arousal, but oh boy did it! He'd pulled you onto his lap immediately and asked if he could lick it off, and now here you are, grinding on his erection under his boxers while he attempts to suck you dry.
âTastes so sweet,â he murmurs while he switches to the other breast, keeping a hand on the one he left behind, thumb tracing over the spit-slicked nipple while you sigh with pleasure.
His other hand is spread out over the firm curve of your large belly. That's probably why he's into your milk, he realizesâjust like your belly, it's a tangible reminder that you're carrying his baby. He did this to you, you let him do this to you, because you love and trust him. You gave yourself to him. His mate.
OK, so maybe it is related to the alien breeding instinct at least a bit. A groan slips out around your nipple, his stomach somersaulting with desire. His hands drop off you to fumble at his boxers and your panties, needing to be inside you. But once he is, he's not frantic as he fucks you in his lap. He lets you set the pace, and you're too big and achy from your pregnancy to go fast and hard. You just rest your arms on his shoulders and gently rock on his cock. He doesn't mind one bit. It's enough to simply have your bodies connected.
He lazily sucks at your breasts the whole time you ride him. The milk is long gone by now, but he's already fantasizing about how wonderful it will feel after the baby is born and your breasts are all full, overflowing with more than enough for the baby so that he'll get a chance to drink from you too. He really hopes you let him. It may be a little embarrassing to ask, but it will be worth it to have your warm, sweet milk filling his mouth, coating his tongue, sliding down his throat, a part of you that he can consume and keep deep inside himself.
When your orgasm shudders through you, he finally pops his mouth off your chest and lifts you off him, pulling your t-shirt back down.
âI can keep going so you can come,â you protest, but you're panting just from the effort of that gentle ride.
He smiles, caressing your belly again. âI don't have to. I wanted you to. It was enough for me to suck on you. Thank you for letting me.â
Your mouth stretches into a grin. âI should've known you have a lactation kink, with all the milk you always drink.â
He laughs. âI don't think those things are related. I've never gotten hard drinking a glass of milk before.â
Your grin takes on a wicked gleam. âThere's a first time for everything.â
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18+ mdni boyfriend!nerdjo headcannons . Ýâ âš .
more of him? giving him a haircut...gone wrong? or who knew he was such a freak...
boyfriend!nerdjo whoâs not ashamed of letting anyone in a 5-mile radius know just how tight you have him wrapped around your finger. heâll walk around wearing the dumbest, corniest matching couple shirts like itâs casual attire. strolling the mall hand in hand bearing a âi â¤ď¸ to finger paintâ shirt while you wear the matching âiâm paintâ pair. or his recent favorite, âi â¤ď¸ making ice creamâ and âiâm iceâ duo.Â
âwhat? theyâre cool, plus itâs not like itâs really a secretâŚâ
boyfriend!nerdjo who buys a shit-ton of things any time you tell him a new hobby you acquired. baking? heâs got already got a mixer, pans, mitts, piping bags, cute little knickknacks, and anything else you may need. crocheting? already bought all types yarn in the colors he knows you like, and sent tutorials. not to mention constantly praising each milestone and creation. heâs your number one fanâŚeven if you get bored and find new hobby a week later.
boyfriend!nerdjo who would let you do quite literally anything to him if asked. like the time he left the nail salon with you in matching hot pink toes and didnât complain once. or when he let you spontaneously cut his hair for the first time because you âfelt like itâ, which he trusted no one to do.Â
âuh, babeâŚare you sure you're doing it right?âÂ
boyfriend!nerdjo who could yap for hours about his pokĂŠmon binder collection to you, explaining each card type, rarity, and how heâs spent twice his tuition on it. (he usually leaves out that last bitâŚ).Â
boyfriend!nerdjo who brags about being way better than you in half the video games you play togetherâwhich he is. heâll talk shit, gloat, and tick all the competitive boyfriend measures. yet youâll always end up winning. to which heâll lies and say he was âgoing easy on youâ or âwasn't using half his skills to spare you.âÂ
boyfriend!nerdjo who loves cockwarming in bed while you play life simulator games together. heâll watch you sit for hours and make you both in tomodachi life and sims in extreme detail. then do the most heinous things with your miiâs and sims.Â
"hey, babeâŚwhatâs that weird purple heart option mean?"
boyfriend!nerdjo who media-trained himself to be your personal photographer. getting the best angles and off-guard pictures for your social media accounts. that always brings in both admirable and envious commenters.Â
jaynokubzscouts: who the fuck is your cameraman??? this isn't fair.
chrollosleftnut: *SIGH* must be nice to be someoneâs muse...
evilasslightskin316: dawg, this has to be ai, how are you this perfect?
franknocean: broâs cameraman must get beaten if her pics arenât pinterest worthy. lmfao.
clitorology: is that satoruâs shadow in the back??? heâs lucky iâm not behind allatâŚ
boyfriend!nerdjo who shares a minecraft world with you, letting you build the village and care for the animals, while he always mysteriously does some âoff camâ mining. (he somehow got full diamond amor on the first night).
boyfriend!nerdjo whoâs roommate swears up and down that he sees you more often than he does satoru since youâve gotten your own spare key.Â
boyfriend!nerdjo who loves wearing matching spiderman shirts, socks, and mugs with you. not to mention youâve watched the entire marvel universe 10 times together already.Â
boyfriend!nerdjo who always remembers the smallest details about you that you would never notice yourself, and will say the dumbest shit just to see you laugh.Â
boyfriend!nerdjo who makes sure your birthdays are always the day where you're the happiest in the roomânever letting you even think about dropping a tear.
boyfriend!nerdjo who refuses to let himself come first during sex. always making sure your satisified before even considering his own relief.
âyouâre coming firstââ he panted, punctuated by another sloppy thrust of his thick length and adjustment of his fogged lens, âdonât even try to argue with me, pretty girl.â when he felt your walls begin clamping around him satoru groaned, âGod, thatâs itâŚatta girl...â
đ â I just need a NERD to F*ck me with his glasses on !
đ nerd!jo whoâs always had a crush on you. Unfortunately, you were more interested in his twin brother Toru.
âNngh- Y-Youâre so warm..â Soft whines spilling out of pretty pink lips. âA-Am I doing good? Please t-tell me Iâm doing goood- o-oh-!â
âYouâre doing so- fuck- so good Satoru.â
âB-Better than âtoru?â
đ nerd!jo who bought you snacks and helped you study for the classes you shared together. You thought he was cute, but the complete opposite of his brother.
âHe canât satisfy you like I can. R-Right?â He snaps his hips forward so hard you let out a sob. Legs shaking while Satoru had them pressed against your chest.
đ nerd!jo who blushed whenever your fingers brushed up against each other. He was always nervous when it came to you..always stuttering, always shy. Maybe that was why..why you chose Toru instead
âMâgonna cum again..fuck- are you ready to be filled? Hm? With my seed. Just mine, always mine.â Thrust Thrust Thrust. The smack of his hips sent you over the moon. A choked cry from you had him leaning down to kiss your forehead. âItâs okay, my star. Youâre so pretty taking all of my dick.â
âS-Satoru- yes please. F-Fill me up pretty boy.â You whine. You stare up at his pretty blue eyes through the frames of his glasses. He looked so fucking good that you throbbed around him. His dick more wider while Toruâs was more lengthy. He still hit that spot inside of you. Biting down on his lip he looked back down at you. âSuch a pretty star..â
đ nerd!jo who shuddered at your moans that he heard from the next room over. With he and Toru being in the same fraternity, it was natural he saw you a lot. Not only saw you..but he heard you too. He touched himself so much- to your whimpers, the wet sound of your pussy taking Toruâs dick, everything about you-
đ nerd!jo who was there for you when you decided to stop being in a situationship with Toru. He knew his brother was a whore and it wouldnât last long, however youâŚyou deserved better.
âHe didnt deserve you. He canât please this pussy like I can.â He pulls out to the tip, dick hard and angry as he slapped it against your sensitive clit. âFffuck- mâso close Satoru!â You whine, legs shaking. âYouâre so wet my star.â He groans, sensitive tip rubbing against your clit. Your hips jerk, gushing around nothing. His mouth falls open, his cum seeping from your wet hole as you squirted.
He flips your body over, adjusting your legs and putting a pillow beneath your stomach. âYou feel that?â His warm muscular body hovering over your own, his breath fanning against the back of your neck. Soft pecks litter the skin, âHow hard I am for you? You gonna take it like I know you can right my star?â
âY-yes!â Your eyes shut tightly, feeling the thick head push between your folds once again, bullying your insides. âM-My glasses are fogging up-â He whines.
đ nerd!jo who was a virgin until you. The first time you ever tried to touch him, he came almost immediately. But he learned- he learned a lot about sex because he had to please you. Porn, research, reddit- he studied.
âKeep them on please..youâre doing so good Satoru.â You shudder into the pillow. âMâgonna cum- cumming fuck fuck fuck-â
His fingers reach under to rub against your clit. Your body flinching in pleasure, eyes shutting while you arched your back some more. âMy good girl, youâre doing so good for me my star. P-Please cum around my dick.. I wanna know how good I make this pussy feel.â
đ nerd!jo who fucks you through your orgasm. He chased your high so much, for so long, cumming inside of you so much that your pussy was swollen and dripping with his seed.
His other hand comes to very gently but firmly squeeze around your throat, pulling you closer to his body. Slam Slam Slam. The sound of the mess between your legs so nasty that you couldnât moan out anything but Satoru.
đ nerd!jo who forgot he had texted Toru that evening to return the charger he was using temporarily to charge his phone.
đ frat!jo who stood outside of Satoruâs door, your moans all too familiar.
needy choso who just canât get enough of you after you came back from a trip
warning: nsfw, minors dni
The apartment felt too large, the silence too heavy. For Choso, time without you wasnât just boring; it was an ache. Being a being built from blood meant he felt every pulse of your absence like a physical withdrawal.
When the door finally clicked open, he was already there. He didnât wait for you to drop your bags or kick off your shoes.
"You're back," he murmured, his voice sounding like it had been scraped raw by the days of silence.
Before you could even get a greeting out, he had his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing against your skin as if he were trying to memorize your scent all over again.
"Choso, I was only gone for four days," you teased, though your hands immediately found their way into the soft, messy dark hair at the nape of his neck.
"Four days is a long time to be without my heart," he rumbled against your skin.
He didn't pull away. Instead, his grip tightened, his large hands sliding down your back to press you even closer, molding your body to the hard planes of his. There was a desperate, heavy heat radiating off him. Choso wasn't a man of many words, but the way he touched you? a mix of reverence and a terrifying hunger spoke volumes.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb tracing the line of your lower lip. His eyes, usually so somber, were dark and unfocused, fixed entirely on you.
"I didn't sleep," he confessed, his thumb dipping slightly to tug at your lip, revealing the pink of the inside. "Every time I closed my eyes, I realized the bed was cold. I realized you weren't sleeping next to me."
The tension in the hallway was thick, static-heavy. You could feel the slight tremble in his fingers, the raw need he had been suppressing while you were away. When you leaned up to kiss the bridge of his nose right over that dark horizontal mark he let out a low, shaky breath that vibrated through your entire frame.
"I missed you too," you whispered.
That was all the permission he needed. His hand slid from your waist to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your face up. He didn't kiss you softly. It was a deep, demanding claim, his tongue tracing your lips until you opened for him. It tasted of longing and a slow-burning heat that made your knees go weak.
He backed you up against the closed door, his body pinning you there. One of his hands moved to your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist to bring you even tighter against him. The friction of his heavy trousers against your skin, the weight of his body, and the way he groaned into the kiss made the world outside your apartment vanish.
"Don't go away again," he muttered against your mouth, his lips swollen and red. "I don't like who I am when you aren't here."
He scooped you up, your legs locking around his hips as he carried you toward the bedroom, his kisses never stopping, marking every inch of your jaw and throat. The trip was a distant memory; the only thing that mattered now was the way Choso was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that could make him feel sane right now.
Choso didn't carry you to the bed so much as he pressed you into it, his weight a grounding, heavy heat that finally stilled the restless ache in his chest. He came down over you, his large frames caging you in, his eyes dark with a hunger that had been simmering for every hour you were gone.
"Choso," you breathed, your hands sliding up his chest to the collar of his shirt. "Youâre being⌠intense."
"I have too much blood in me," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, jagged register. He leaned down, his lips ghosting over the pulse point at your neck. "When you're away, it feels stagnant. Heavy. I need to feel you to make it move again."
He didn't waste time. His hands, usually so careful, were urgent as they slid the fabric of your clothes away. He moved with a focused, quiet desperation, his mouth marking a trail of heat from your collarbone to the swell of your breast. Every time he made contact, he let out a low, vibrating hum a sound of pure relief.
When his skin finally met yours, the friction was electric. Choso was built of broader lines and harder angles, and the way he molded himself to you felt like a physical restoration. He shifted, his thigh sliding between yours, the pressure deliberate and slow. He watched your face, his dark eyes tracking every hitch in your breath, every flush that crept up your chest.
"You like this?" he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your hip while his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your throat.
"Yes," you gasped, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back.
He moved against you then, a slow, rhythmic grind that forced a sharp moan from your lips. He wasn't rushing. He wanted to feel every vibration of your reaction, to soak in the way your body arched toward his. The air in the room was thick, humid with the scent of sandalwood and the rising heat of two people making up for lost time.
His kisses became deeper, wetter, his tongue tasting you with a possessive rhythm that matched the movement of his hips. He was worshipful but demanding, his hands roaming over your skin as if he were trying to claim every inch of you before the sun came up.
"Stay like this," he whispered against your mouth, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Just let me feel you. Only you." He shifted and settled between your thighs, the sheer weight of him was a sensory overload. He was burning up, his skin flushed a deep, feverish red that matched the dark intensity in his eyes. He didn't just want to be near you; he wanted to be part of you, to erase every millimeter of distance that those four days had created.
His hands slid under your hips, lifting you to meet him as he moved with a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction. Every time his skin dragged against yours, a low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest. He was watching you like truly watching you; his gaze never leaving your face as your eyes fluttered shut and your back arched off the sheets.
"Open your eyes," he commanded softly, his voice a jagged rasp. "I want to see you when I do this."
When you looked up at him, his expression was a mix of raw devotion and unbridled hunger. He reached down, his fingers tangling with yours and pinning your hands to the pillow on either side of your head. It was a position of total surrender, and the heat in the room seemed to spike as he leaned down to catch your moans with his mouth.
The rhythm he fell into was punishingly slow at first, a rhythmic, heavy press that made your toes curl and your breath hitch in broken gasps. He was savoring the way you came undone beneath him, the way your inner muscles tightened around him in a desperate plea for more.
"You're so warm," he groaned into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that was just short of painful. "I've been thinking about this since the second you walked out that door."
As the pace quickened, the sound of skin hitting skin and the ragged, shallow breaths filled the silence of the room. Chosoâs composure was completely gone, replaced by a frantic, driving need. He let go of your hands to grip the headboard, his arms straining with the effort of holding himself over you as he drove home, each movement deeper and more desperate than the last.
The build-up was a tidal wave, a pressure in your chest that finally snapped, sending waves of heat through your entire body. Choso felt it he way you tensed, the way your name fell from your lips like a prayer and it pushed him over the edge. He buried his face in your shoulder, his body shuddering with a violent, final release that left both of you tangled and breathless in the dark.
For a long time, he didn't move, just stayed buried deep inside you, his heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs, finally satisfied now that he had you exactly where he needed you.
A/N: Uhm first smut..IDK HOW TO WRITE EXPLICIT IN DETAILS SO I JUST ADD LOTS OF SEXUAL TENSIONđ
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CW !! - perv!toji, heâs also your knight TEEHEE, some parts of this arent accurate so i both apologize and donât really care, suggestiveness, age gap (around 10 years), royal au ofc, perving calls for panties!!!, masturbation, panty stealing, sniffing, (implied) jerking, you name it, somnophilia kinda?, f!receiving oral, lowkey a pos but wtv, sexting but with letters, nsfw
PERV!TOJI whoâs worked under your familyâs rule longer than youâve been alive, but wasnât aware of your existence until last year when your parents went all out for your debutante, and there you were, dressed to the nines in a beautiful creamy white dress, diamonds and jewels plucked from the deepest parts of the ground and pearls that have been shined beyond description. It was then where he popped one and could slowly feel himself leaking a similar color to that of your pearls.
PERV!TOJI who, since then, took a rather concerning liking to you. suddenly at your every blind spot and in your shadow like there was nowhere else he had to be.
âshouldnât you be manning the training grounds?â you asked with a small glare in your eyes.
ânot today, princess.â heâd lie, and it was then a young knight turned the corner, fear and desperation on his face.
âfushiguroâŚâ heâd huff, taking a minute to catch his breath. âthe captainâs looking for you!â
PERV!TOJI who finds every excuse in the kingdom to be by your side, even when he doesnât have permission to. but when he does⌠youâre in for it, because heâs constantly breathing down your neck with how close he getsânever backing down when you push and swat at him like a flea, which inherently only turns him on more.
âtoji! let me dine in peace!â you use your elbow to put some distance between you two, but with his stature and build, itâs almost like you did nothing at all.
toji chuckles and a dirty smirk creeps on his stupidly attractive face. ââm keepinâ an eye on you, daddyâs rules, sweetheart.â
PERV!TOJI who, since being at your side a lot more, has become addicted to your scent. Your fragrance being one of the few things that gives him the energy to get up and do something productive. When heâs walking behind you, he catches the perfect whiff of your royally floral scent, a mix of roses and peonies dancing upon the flush of royal powder that the maids dapped upon your collarbone and neck.
When PERV!TOJI leans in to breathe in your scent, it hardly phases you anymore since youâve long given up on pushing him away, however, the contrast of his musk overriding your sense of smell is what gets you going. He smells of dirt, sweat, and oddly enough, timber, and if his nose just so happens to brush you, you jump, flush hot, and command he stops, knowing he never will.
PERV!TOJI whoâs progressively becoming more obvious in his odd behavior, which you donât pinpoint it as so until you find him lurking around in your chambers one afternoon, specifically near your wardrobe.
âhave you no dignity?â you chide, your annoyance and embarrassment fighting for dominance in your voice.
âwhatever do you mean? i was jusâ scanninâ the room, princess.â he quips smoothly, and honestly got to the point where you werenât sure if he was addressing you by your title, or by petnameâŚ
âif by âscanningâ you mean disrespecting my privacy, then yes!â
âguilty.â heâd grin, moreso at your attempts of getting him out the room.
PERV!TOJI, even after scoldings, would still show up in your room, but this time, more secretive. how do you know? because your undergarments suspiciously begin to disappear when the spring subsides and summer arrives as the temperatures rise (bars.) yet everytime you ask him, he gives you a gruff ânope.â and turns his back to you knowing heâs got around two pairs of your lace underwear hidden within the crevices of his armor.
PERV!TOJI who, when returning your undies, always left a big mess in them, their condition varying between globs of precum, sometimes still warm from his use, drenched in his scent, dried reminiscences of his tongue, it was so gross! and there was nothing you could do about it because it would raise suspicion, as if asking the maids to wash your own clothes wasnât concern enough.
in the late nights of the palace, when all the lights are out and the sun dives down, PERV!TOJI is assigned to keep watch over your chambers, something about you rebelling against your court advisors and needing to be punished. and as soon as he ensures no other guardâs route passes by his, he slips through the doors and the quiet of the night is disturbed by faint shlick! shlick! shlick!âs behind the door. the sound coming from the wetness of your clothes that toji burried himself in.
you wriggled and writhed, a little disturbed that he snuck in, but with how much he was teasing you, you werenât sure you wanted him to stop, let alone leave. he exhales on your skin, this thick cock pushing between the combination of the both of your messes, chuckling when you let out a tiny whimper. âfushiguââ he then pulls your garment aside and slaps his top against your clit, urging you to scream but a large hand comes up to your mouth to stop it. âitâs toji to you, doll.â he huffs as he ruts against your lips yet again.
just like PERV!TOJI couldnât get enough of you, you couldnât get enough of him (though in a less perverted sense). when heâd begin touching you the moment eyes were not on you, though not far, such as when you were taking the carriage to a dinner with a neighboring family and he slipped his hand just beneath your dress to play with your clit, and youâd grunt out for him to cease and he never would unto you creamed on his thick digits.
but in turn, youâd storm into a meeting the knights were having, everyone bowing in your presence as your heels clacked on the floors, stopping just ahead of toji. âmight i borrow this degenerate, sire?â you demean him in front of his superiors, inferiorsâeveryone practically. âo-of course, your highness..â
little did they know toji wasnât in for a scolding, rather assisting you in relieving the hot feeling in your abdomen that you on your own couldnât quench.
you have him on his knees, similar to that as when he took his oath, kitten licking your cunt as you guide him through your journey to seeing pleasure. âpretty princess taking her knightâs tongue so fuckinâ wellâŚâ his burning muscle is hot against your bud, eventually pocketing his lips to suck and encase it.
âhah⌠rightâthere, tojiâŚâ the sensation is enough to push his head closer, your airy moans motivating him to proceed in this so called âpunishment.â
PERV!TOJI who promises heâll be good when youâre in the middle of your nightly routine, but the very moment the maids alert him of you in the middle of your bath, his thoughts wonder and his slacks tighten. he strategically gets them to leave your side by causing a ruckus in the kitchen, and informing them that it needed to be clean, and as soon as theyâre gone, he frees himself from the confines of the uniform and watches you bathe through the crack of the door.
his cock heavy and his balls heavier as he drags his rough hand up and down his shaft, wondering just how soft your skin would be after leaving the perfectly curated bath that was ran for you, how wet your cunt skin would be if he were to take you right then and there.
PERV!TOJI who can only imagine what youâd feel like taking his cock, stripping you clean of your innocence that he believes no prince deserves the luxury of having. so he claims you in others ways such as cumming in your panties when you decide to mouth off to him about him doing exactly that because you canât walk around with his seed between your legs.
whenever PERV!TOJI leaves with the knights on a mission, he sends you letters under an anonymous title, detailing how much he misses so and even going so far as to leave a specific scent and odd stain that you canât quite nail on the letter. only to realize itâs his own sweat and cum on the paper, when you flip to the back and read âp.s. This was written with one hand ;).â and you were tempted to burn it if the sentiment wasnât admirable.
Š2026 leafington dont steal please, rework, or feed into ai !! :)
á°.á your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed â¸â¸ 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheartâcooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in publicâonly to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; heâll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, âyou like it better when iâm mean to you, donât you?â
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. heâll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, heâll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that heâs being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of youâsmudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollablyâwhile he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. heâll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, heâll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. heâll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddleâleaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
for her đź toji x fem!reader fluff fic ęŤáŞÝ toji's good with your daughter
you had been on many dates, some were great, some not so much, but one thing stayed the same: they left the second you mentioned your daughter. you knew it was coming, so it never surprised you.
what did surprise you was going on a date with a man who seemed a little stoic, but had the biggest heart known to man.
your friends set you up with toji after they saw how broken you looked. you just wanted to give your daughter a dad and no man wanted to be a part of it.
toji didn't seem to care about the fact you had a daughter, and even started asking questions about her.Â
the next date he brought her the muffins you told him she liked. the date after that he brought her a sticker set. and the date after that he brought her a barbie.
you were taken aback by all the gifts, trying and failing not to get your hopes up. toji was by far the best man who had ever met. his manners and caring nature really made you feel comfortable.
now, you were sitting on the couch watching your daughter play with his hair. she put bows and more bows in his hair, laughing at him when he'd give her a pout.
toji didn't really mind though. especially, when he got to hear her giggling. she laughed just like you and he found himself completely enamored by both of you.
your daughter stood right in front of him, placing one last big bow right in the front of his head. she laughed, throwing her head back as he pulled her into his arms.
toji started to tickle your daughter. her laughter filled the walls with joy as he continued to attack her. she was running out of breath after all that laughing, so you had her drink some water.
after finishing her sip, she turned to toji and smiled. "now make up!" toji's eyes met yours with a panicked look, but there was no stopping the little girl now.
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hide the razor đź toji x fem!reader fluff fic ęŤáŞÝ toji has stubble on his face and you love it
you were laying in bed, wrapped in fluffy blankets and waiting for toji to come to bed with you.
he popped his head out of the master bathroom, giving you a sweet smile. he had a towel around his neck, only wearing his boxers. he set the towel on the counter in the restroom before walking over to you.
he immediately laid himself on top of you and started play fighting with you. he grabbed your wrists and held you down, counting from ten to one like they do in wrestling. he let your wrists go once he got to one, cupping your cheeks instead.
he pressed a big kiss on your lips. you could feel him smile, but thats not all you felt.
you felt something scratch your chin.
you pulled away from him, looking at his cheeks with shock.
toji had stubble.
he never let his stubble grow out for some reason. you never knew why, but you had never seen it.
you looked at him with shock.
"what?" he asked with confusion.
you cupped his cheeks, staring at the stubble as if it was some kind of phenomenon.
it kind of was.
you brushed your thumb over the prickly hair, staring at the handsome man hovering over you.
toji realized what you were looking at and pulled away from your touch. he reached his hand up to touch the prickle of his cheeks.
"oh, i haven't shaved yet, been feeling lazy. i shave it tomo-"
"don't shave it!" you cut him off immediately. you shook your head and cupped his cheeks again.
"don't shave it." you repeated again.
"why?" he asked, touching the hairs on his cheek. he never expected you to react like this over something so small like stubble.
"just don't. if you do, im never kissing you again."
toji nearly gasped. he squeezed your cheeks together and leaned in close. "you wouldn't."
you tried to smile but he was squeezing your cheeks too hard. you just hummed and pulled him in for another kiss.
he tilted his head just enough so his chin could rub against yours, making you squeal when the stubble scratched your chin. he laughed against your mouth, not believing you could get so flustered over prickles of hair.
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You were still half asleep, cheek mushed against Enjinâs pec when his hand closed around the back of your neck. His thumb brushed over the delicate skin, waiting a moment.
"Wake up baby, time for your breakfast drink."
His rough morning voice had your thighs rubbing together. Opening one eye you could spot the tent in the thin blanket. Mmm. He was already so hard for you.
Gently he pushed your head towards his crotch while pulling the blanket away.
âCâmon doll, open up.â
You didnât resist as he guided your face down. The room still smelled like sweat and sex from the night before where he had ridden your pussy hard. Your sore middle and sticky thighs were the proof.
But Enjin could never get enough. He was already leaking at the tip as you closed your lips around it and sucked softly.
âThaaaats it, baby. Take it.â
He pushes forward. Not deepthroatening yet as he rests heavily on your tongue. Your mouth waters from the soft taste of musk while his long fingers run through your hair.
"Good girl."
Your tongue works his veiny shaft as he starts to move. Shallow thrusts to let you adjust, breathe through your nose. But Enjin was always weak when it came to blowjobs.
His grip tightened in your hair as he fucked your mouth deeper, messier. You met his thrusts, gagging, spit spilled down your chin. Your nose brushed his soft golden pubic hair.
"That's it, baby. Oh fuuuuck."
You felt him swell against your tongue, his veins pulsing with need. He was close. His hips started to buck involuntarily as he pulled your mouth completely down over him.
It was a lot. It was always a fucking lot.
Hot and thick cum flooded your mouth, spilled into your throat. You swallowed, gulped down as much as possible. But there was simple too much. Some spilled down your cheek, your chin as he emptied himself into your mouth.
âFuck baby. So good for me,â Enjin drawled.
Pulling out slowly he turned your face around so he could look at you. Your watery eyes and the cum painting your pretty face. He smiled lazily as tattooed fingers collected the stray spend and he pushed it back between your lips.
after dark | pervy roommate!choso x f!reader | 1.3k | 18+ mdni
content warnings. dead dove: do not eat, non-con voyeurism, obsessive behavior, choso masturbates next to sleeping r, r uses she/her pronouns, secret photography, choso has a dick piercing, somnophilic fantasies
note: this fic contains dark themes so please check out the cw before reading! art by tokuseku
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you were standing in front of the open fridge in that tiny black pleated skirtâthe one that always made chosoâs brain short-circuit the second you put it on.
every time you moved, the hem teased higher up your thighs, threatening to reveal the soft underside of your ass. he tried not to look. he really, really did. but when you bent over to grab him another beer, reaching all the way to the bottom shelf, the skirt rode up shamelessly high. the black lace panties underneath were stretched tight across the perfect curve of your ass, the thin fabric practically see-through under the kitchen light. he could see the faint outline of your pussy lips through the delicate material, the way the lace clung to every soft fold.
his heart slammed against his ribs. before his brain could catch up, his thumb was already sliding across the screen of his phone. camera app open. he hated how automatic it had become. how natural it felt now. just one picture, he told himself. just to have for later.
click.
the shutter sound had been off for weeksâever since that close call that still made his stomach drop whenever he remembered it. the guilt was always there, heavy and sour, but it didn't stop him anymore. it just mixed with the arousal until he couldnât tell which was making his hands shake.
he kept the phone low, pretending to scroll, cheeks burning as he stared at the new photo. your ass perfectly framed. the black lace stretched obscenely across your pussy. the faintest hint of wetness darkening the fabric right where your slit was.
âgot it,â you said casually, straightening up and turning around with the cold miller in your hand. you smiled at him like always â warm, trusting, completely unaware â and handed him the beer.
to you, he was still just cho. your sweet, slightly awkward best friend and roommate. the guy who got flustered when you teased him, who tripped over his own feet and cooked you ramen at 2 a.m. when you were sad. you had no idea how badly he was unraveling. how long heâd been coming apart at the seams for you.
later, after cheap beer and movies, the two of you ended up sprawled across your bed watching halloween. at some point youâd kicked off the skirt and fallen asleep in nothing but his oversized band tee and those same sheer black lace panties. the shirt had bunched up around your waist in your sleep, exposing the smooth curve of your hips and the delicate lace that barely covered your pussy.
choso lay on his back beside you, chest tight, heart pounding so hard he was sure it would wake you. he should have gone back to his own room hours ago. he knew that. but he couldnât make himself leave.
he turned onto his side, facing you. you were so close. close enough that he could smell your strawberry body wash and the faint scent of your shampoo. his cock was already painfully hard, straining against his sweatpants, leaking steadily into the fabric.
donât do this, he thought. not here. not with her right there.
but his hand was already moving. he pulled his phone out with trembling fingers, dimming the screen as low as it would go, and opened the new photo from the kitchen. your ass perfectly framed, black lace stretched across your pussy, the faintest hint of wetness darkening the fabric.
âfuckâŚâ he breathed, barely a whisper.
he shoved his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. it slapped heavily against his stomach, thick and flushed a deep, aching red, the silver barbell piercing at the tip catching the faint glow from the tv. a thick bead of pre-cum had already welled up at the slit and was sliding down the underside of his shaft. he wrapped his fist around the heavy length, feeling the heat of it pulse against his palm, and gave one slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip. the piercing shifted under his fingers, sending a sharp spark of sensation straight up his spine.
it wasnât enough.
you were right here. warm and soft and wearing his shirt.
he shifted toward you, his face only inches from yours. his hand moved faster now, slick, wet sounds starting to fill the quiet room as more pre-cum coated his shaft and leaked over his knuckles with every stroke. he kept frantically glancing between the dimmed photo on his phone and your real body â the slow, peaceful rise and fall of your chest, the way his tee had ridden up even higher, the black lace edge of your panties just visible where it hugged your pussy.
sheâs sleeping so peacefully⌠what if she wakes up? what if she sees me like this?
the thought made his cock throb violently in his fist, the piercing dragging along his sensitive skin as he squeezed tighter. his breathing grew ragged, hot little puffs brushing across your cheek with every exhale.
he imagined it so clearly it almost felt real. imagined slowly hooking two fingers under the crotch of those sheer black lace panties and dragging the soaked fabric to the side, exposing your pretty pussy to the cool air of the room. heâd press the blunt, pierced head of his cock against your slick folds, rubbing it up and down, letting the metal barbell catch on your clit until you let out a soft, unconscious whimper. then heâd push forward â slow at first â feeling your tight little hole stretch around his thick cock, the piercing dragging along your sensitive walls as he sank deeper and deeper until his hips were flush against your ass.
fuck, baby⌠youâre so goddamn tight, he thought, fist flying faster over his leaking cock. this pussy was made for me. you were made for me..
he imagined starting to thrust â shallow at first, then deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin barely muffled by the tv. every stroke would push that cold silver piercing against that spot inside you that made you tremble. heâd lean over you, chest pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear while he whispered filthy things you couldnât hear.
âgonna cum so deep inside you⌠gonna fill this pussy up until itâs dripping down your thighs. mark you as mine so no one else can ever have you again. youâre mine, baby. youâve always been mine.â
his strokes turned rougher, almost punishing. his fist flew over his slick cock, thumb occasionally rubbing over the sensitive head and piercing, spreading his arousal everywhere. he was leaking so much now that the obscene wet sounds were louder than the low hum of the tv. his free hand hovered inches above your hip, trembling with the effort it took not to touch you. he wanted to dig his fingers into your soft flesh, yank you back against him, grind his cock against your ass while he jerked himself off. just once. just for a second.
you made a small, sleepy sound and shifted, unconsciously pushing your ass back toward him until the curve of it brushed lightly against the back of his hand.
that tiny, innocent movement shattered him completely.
thick ropes of cum shot hard across his stomach and chest, pulse after pulse. so much that it spilled over his fist, dripped down his balls, and even landed on the sheets. he kept stroking through it, hips stuttering helplessly, biting the inside of his cheek just to stay quiet. wave after wave tore through him, leaving his entire body shaking as he stared at your peaceful face.
even after he finished, he didnât move. he just lay there panting, cock still twitching in his sticky hand, staring at you like you already belonged to him.
because in his head, you did. you had for a long time now.
and every single night, it was getting harder and harder to remember why he wasnât supposed to take what he wanted.
Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"
"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.
Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.
"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"
"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."
again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.
and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.
Choso never cried unless it was in front of you. Thereâs just days where everything is too much. Thoughts become louder and people get more difficult. Staying in your embrace was safe.
When the bedroom door opened, you looked up from your phone, smiling. âHey, babe.â Your smile had faded after seeing red eyes gleaming and his bottom lip quivering.
You got up and met him halfway, finding his cold hands from the bitter Tokyo weather, to warm them up. âHey, what happened?â You whispered. He just shook his head, staring down at his shirt that fit you perfectly. You didnât ask questions, didnât pry any more.
He wouldnât speak. Your hands left his own to rub his shoulders and then to cradle his face. He leaned in, sighing at your warmth. His cheek was damp, mixed with the spring rain outside and his tears he had wiped off.
He needed more of you as he leaned into your shoulder, sending the both of you stumbling backwards before fully collapsing onto the bed, and his tiny sniffles turned into weeps. He didnât cry loudly.
But his cries were heartbreaking nevertheless. His spiky hair, slightly damp, tickled your cheek while his body moulded into you. You werenât paying attention to how cold he was, but just warming him up. You held him as he cried, scratching his scalp and rubbing slow continuous circles on his back, trying to take his uniform off for comfort.
He gripped your shoulders weakly, his hands shaking, like he was scared to lose you. âIâm sorry.â He gasped out, slightly hiccuping. âFor what?â âYou have missions tomorrow.. you should really get some rest.â He responded.
âYou do too, Cho...â You murmured. âBesides, you shouldnât feel sorry for having a hard day. Thatâs what this is, right?â He nodded into your neck, his hum wavering.
âIâm here. Iâm always here.â You whispered repeating it into his ears to lull him. His cries quietened into whimpers and sniffles before almost silent.
You kissed his hair. âGo and shower, Iâll have clothes and food out for you.â But you didnât hear a response, except. Slow and heavy breathing as Chosoâs body relaxed.
âAsleep?â You asked, before chuckling, holding him there and pressed one more kiss on his temple. âSleep well, tomorrow will be better. I promise.â
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nobody knows their favorite singer secretly posts videos of himself fucking his girlfriend ŕ¨ŕ§ choso kamo x fem!reader ŕ¨ŕ§ i can't write smut for shit but i still hope you guys like it <3
choso does the unthinkable. he brings you on stage at one particular sold out concert. you didn't know he was gonna do that. the crowd goes wild, screaming and cheering. you see some fans give you stink faces but you just smirk at them.
choso is a part of one of the biggests bands. he is super famous, more famous than you could've ever predicted. fans go crazy over him, selling out his shows in seconds. you're proud of him.
what people don't know is their favorite singer shoots sex videos with his lovely girlfriend.
he's pretty famous on those sites too. many people subscribe to watch both of you pleasure each other. he makes so much money just from shooting with you, and no one even knows its him.
after the concert, he takes you to his hotel room. he doesn't even sit for a minute and rest. he sets his phone up, making sure the camera doesn't catch your faces, and pushes you against the wall.
the camera starts recording as his hands trail over your body.
"all for me, ay?" he says deeply, nipping your ears and squeezing the plush of your ass. you arch your back, pressing into him. you can feel his bulge press against you and you smile.
"this for me too?" you give him a seductive smile, hand trailing down to squeeze the bulge gently. he huffs, stuffing his face into your neck.
he rubs against your hand, whining at the feeling. you kiss his cheek and peel him off of you.
he catches your lips, tongue diving in your mouth in record time. choso hates wasting time. he licks your mouth all over, moaning at the taste while you try to keep up.
he pushes your dress up, hands squeezing your thighs before yanking your panties down agressively. he knows what the viewers like.
his hands run all over your hips as he kisses you like you're the air he needs to breathe. he squeezes your ass in his hands and rubs his bulge over your bare cunt.
"fuck." he whispers into your mouth. pre cum soaks his boxers while your slick soaks his pants. he loves the feeling.
he pulls your dress off all the way and smiles at the sight. no bra, just how he likes it. he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it, making you gasp sharply.
he smiles, pulling away and unbuttoning his pants. you pant softly, waiting for him.
when he pulls his boxers down, his cock springs out. you have to hold from laughing. he was always so cute. his cheeks flush, no matter how confident he may seem, he always got shy when it came to this.
he glances at you with a shy smile.
"want my cock bad, baby, huh?" he says with a raspy voice, though his expression on his face is innocent. the viewers can't see his face, they can't see the cute blush on his cheeks and the sweet smile on his lips.
filming with choso was always like this. he always has the cutest expressions while saying dirty things.
you pull him close by his waist and kiss him, rubbing your hips on his. he pumps his cock once, moaning, then again.
"do i need to prepare you?" he whispers, asking genuinely. you shake your head. "im good."
he smiles sweetly, pecking your lips.
"gonna fuck you so good." he says raspy again. you try not to giggle at the acting, but it is kind of funny.
he picks you up by the thighs and pushes you against the wall. he lines his cock up to your hole and slowly pushes in. the burn is yummy, as he fills you up.
"ughh!" you moan loudly. you hold onto his shoulders as he finally sinks all the way in. the feeling is familiar but it still feels very good. choso takes a moment to let you adjust before slowly rocking his hips.
"fuck, baby, you're so warmâmm." he mumbles out as he takes you. you arch your back against the wall as he starts to thrust a little harder.
"shit squeezing so tight!" he whimpers, fucking your pussy harshly. you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders, leaving small crescents on his skin.
"soâfull, ngh!" you cry out. choso picks up the pace, hitting right up against your sweet spot. you whine loudly as he bullies the spot. his tips pounds over and over again till you feel your stomach tighten.
your pussy starts to clench tightly and choso starts to thrust sloppily.
"fuckâso tight! squeezing me soâshitâtight." he whines into your shoulder.
you can't hold on much longer, letting go and cumming on his cock. choso moans at the feeling of you clenching down on him. he nearly cries out from the pressure.
you feel him finish inside, rocking his cock in and out slowly. he pulls out and carries you to the bed. he kisses your shoulder before walking to his phone and turning the video off.
he'll edit and post it later, for now, he wants to be with you.
You knew Sukuna worked too much. Youâd known that before you ever started whatever this was with him. You knew that every extra shift, every callâin, every overtime hour usually meant the difference between him scraping by and actually having enough money left at the end of the week to breathe. You knew that. It didnât mean you had to like it.
The afternoon had started suspiciously well, which shouldâve been your first warning. You and Sukuna had been sitting on a bench outside a convenience store, sharing a carton of fries youâd bought after wandering aimlessly around the city for nearly two hours. Not a date⌠definitely not a date. Just the two of you hanging out. Alone. On a Saturday. After heâd specifically cleared his afternoon. Totally not a date.
âYou keep stealing the good fries,â he complained.
You looked up from the carton. âThe good fries?â
âThe crispy ones.â
âThose are all the fries.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
âNo.â
You grabbed another one, and Sukuna immediately narrowed his eyes. âThat was a crispy one.â
You giggled. âToo slow.â
âI literally bought them.â
âAnd?â
His jaw twitched, and for a second he almost smiled back at you. Almostâuntil his phone rang. The smile vanished instantly. You watched him pull it out, and his expression shifted. Not annoyed or irritated, just tired, which made your stomach sink because you knew that look.
He stared at the screen for a moment before answering. âYeah.â
Silence followed. You kicked your feet against the pavement, picking at the corner of the fry carton while he listened, sighed, and ran a hand through his pink hair.
âHow long?â he asked.
Your stomach dropped.
NOoOooOoOOoOoOooO. Not today. Not now. You already knew. You knew before he even said it. Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose. âFine.â
You looked away before he could see your face. The call ended. A few seconds passed, then he said, âI gotta go.â
There it was.
You nodded. âOh.â
His brows furrowed. âOh?â
âYeah.â You shrugged, trying to sound casual. Normal. Totally unbothered.
âOkay.â
Sukuna stared at you. You stared at the road. He knew. You knew he knew, but neither of you were going to say it.
âThey need someone to cover,â he said.
âOkay.â
âYou mad?â
âNo.â
A lie. A terrible lie. Possibly the worst lie ever spoken.
Sukuna scoffed. âYouâre literally pouting.â
âMânot.â
âYou are.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
You shoved another fry into your mouth aggressively. Sukuna stared, then snortedâactually snorted, the jerk.
âIâm not pouting.â
âYou look like someone kicked your dog.â
âI donât even have a dog.â
âYou look like someone would kick your dog.â
You glared at him. He looked annoyingly amused, until his expression softened slightly.
âTheyâre shortâstaffed.â
âOkay.â
âI need the hours.â
âI know.â
He rubbed a hand over his face. âYuji needs new shoes.â
Your gaze flickered up. Sukuna looked away. âKid grew out of the last pair in like three damn months.â
You bit the inside of your cheek. âAnd Chosoâs helping with rent already. Iâm not dumping more on him.â
Your chest tightened, because there it wasâthe real reason. Not cigarettes, not stupid spending, not because he wanted to leave. Because there was a fiveâyearâold waiting for him at home who somehow managed to outgrow everything the second it was bought. Because Choso was already carrying enough at sixteen. Because Sukuna had been playing the role of provider for so long that saying no almost wasnât an option anymore.
âI wouldnât go if I didnât have to,â he said quietly.
You hated that, because you knew it was true. He wasnât ditching you because he wanted to. He needed the money. You knew that, but the stupid hurt feeling wouldnât go away. Because for one afternoonâone stupid afternoonâyou wanted him to pick you. Just once.
You immediately hated yourself for thinking it, because that wasnât fair. Life wasnât fair. Bills werenât fair. Rent wasnât fair. And Sukuna had never gotten the luxury of putting feelings before survival.
Still⌠it hurt.
âWhatever,â you muttered. There it wasâthe dangerous whatever.
Sukuna sighed. âDonât start.â
âIâm not.â
âYou are.â
âIâm literally not.â
âYou get this tone.â
âWhat tone?â
âThat one.â
You stood up. âThere is no tone.â
âThere is.â
âThere isnât.â
âThere is.â
You grabbed your bag. âGo to work, Sukuna.â
His jaw clenched. You knew that look tooâthe one where he wanted to argue but couldnât, because he really did have to leave. So instead he stood, towering over you.
âWalk home safe.â
âYeah.â
âYou got your keys?â
âYeah.â
âPhone charged?â
âYes, dad.â
That earned you a glare.
Good. Maybe he should suffer too.
âYou being annoying on purpose?â
âMaybe.â
His eyes narrowed, then he reached over and flicked your forehead. Hard.
âOw!â
âBrat.â
Then he started walking backwards toward the street. âText me when youâre home.â
You rolled your eyes.
He pointed. âSeriously.â
âOkay.â
âPromise.â
You huffed. âPromise.â
Only then did he finally leave, and somehow watching him disappear around the corner felt way worse than youâd expected.
The walk home sucked, mostly because it gave you time to think, which was terrible. Thinking was terrible. You replayed the afternoon over and overâthe way heâd looked disappointed too, the way heâd tried explaining, the way heâd said he wouldnât leave if he didnât have toâand somehow that only made you more upset, because if heâd been a jerk about it, you couldâve stayed mad. Instead, heâd been reasonable, which was annoying.
Your phone buzzed.
Ryođ¤°: Made it.
You ignored it.
Another buzz.
Ryođ¤°: You home yet?
Ignored.
Five minutes later:
Ryođ¤°: Answer your phone idiot.
Ignored.
Thenâ
Ryođ¤°: Donât make me come check.
You immediately typed back:
You: Youâre literally at work.
His reply came instantly.
Ryođ¤°: So youâre alive.
You stared at the screen for a moment, then locked your phone.
Nope. Not doing this. You were too sad and too grumpy to talk.
Three hours later, you were curled up in bed, still grumpy, still refusing to text him properly, and still pretending you werenât checking your phone every ten minutes. The quiet of your room made everything worse, and when the sudden knock at the door echoed through the apartmentâthree sharp rapsâyou froze. It was nearly midnight, and before you could even process who would be knocking at this hour, your phone rang. Sukunaâs name lit up the screen, making your stomach flip as you answered with a flat, âWhat?â
âOpen the door,â he said.
You sat upright, confused. â...What?â
âDoor.â
âSukuna.â
âDoor.â
âYou were literally at work.â
âI still am.â
âWhat?â
âOpen the damn door.â
Still confused, you dragged yourself out of bed and opened the door, only to find him standing there in his work uniform with tired eyes, messy hair, and a paper bag in his hand. You blinked at him. âWhat are you doing here?â
âYou wouldnât stop sulking,â he said.
âI wasnât sulking.â
âYou ignored me for three hours.â
âThatâs notââ
âSulking.â
You glared at him, but the irritation didnât hold. He looked genuinely exhaustedâdark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped like heâd worked a twelveâhour shiftâand yet heâd still come all the way here. Your anger weakened immediately, traitorous thing that it was.
He shoved the paper bag into your arms, and when you looked inside, you found your favourite takeawayâthe exact thing youâd mentioned wanting earlier but never ended up getting. Your chest tightened just a little.
âSukunaâŚâ
He looked away, scratching the back of his neck, suddenly uncomfortable. âI know today sucked,â he muttered.
You stared at him.
âAnd I know you were upset.â You opened your mouth to deny it, then closed it again, because pretending now felt pointless.
Sukuna sighed. âI justâŚâ He struggled with the words, like saying them physically hurt. âI need the money.â
Your heart squeezed because he sounded almost guilty, like he'd done something wrong when he hadn't. Not really. âI know,â you said softly.
His shoulders loosened slightly, just a fraction.
âI know,â you repeated.
Silence settled between you, and before you could think better of it, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him. Sukuna froze completely, like youâd hit him with a truck, but after a moment his arms came around youâslow, heavy, warm. You felt him exhale, the kind of breath someone lets out only after holding it in all day.
âIâm still annoyed,â you muttered.
âMhm.â
âYou left me.â
âMhm.â
âYou suck.â
âMhm.â
He rested his chin on your head. âStill bought you food.â
ââŚYeah.â
âStill came here.â
ââŚYeah.â
âStill got another shift tomorrow.â
You groaned, and he actually laughedâa low, tired sound against your hair. And despite everything, the stupid hurt feeling finally faded. Because maybe Sukuna couldnât always choose you first; life didnât give him that luxury. But even after a miserable shift and an exhausting day, he still ended up on your doorstep at midnight. And maybe that counted for something too.
a/n: Inspireddd by the faaact exams are preventing me from talking to my girlfrieeends :(
lowkey me every time they tell me they gottaaa goo (also, I wrote this while listening to snoozeeee just in case anybooody else wanted to do that toođ)