waist goats

husband!choso punishes teases pregnant!reader for wanting to shave

"i don't understand why you want to do this," choso grimaces, angling the razor just like you instructed him. in the bath seat that you had bought the moment your stomach started getting rounder and larger, too tired to stand up for over thirty minutes in the shower, you lean back and have your legs sitting on the edge of the bathtub. "i love your bush."

"yeah, well it's starting to look like a rainforest," you joke, pushing yourself a little further on the edge of the bed. "plus, i've got a week before this baby's due, i don't need any nurses or doctors making fun of my pubic hair."

"they wouldn't do that," choso frowns, but still he does as told, creating stripes of dhaved off patches.

"oh, yes they would," you mutter. deflecting, you add, "plus, in the next three days, you'll have your beloved bush back. my pussy hair grows quicker than the hair on my head."

"then..." he pauses. "what's the point if you're just gonna have your bush again in a matter of days?"

"just a little maintenance," you sigh. "it's not that serious. it's not like i'm a serial shaver, choso. you know i barely shave. you'll have your happy trail and bush back in a matter of a week or so."

but, choso still frowns, a sullen look on his face as he shaves you down. he gets it, he thinks, but he still doesn't like it.

when he's finally gotten every patch and spot he knows you'd chastise him for not getting, and finally finishing, he turns on the water, twisting the pipe and filling up the small basin with warm water. he rinses you down, and the way you sigh in relief makes him smile.

you're happy and that's all that matters.

‧₊˚ ┊ 18+ mdni!! — satoru and suguru are so bad at sharing that they have to eat you out at the same time ꒰ ◞ ◟ 𓏼 ྀི꒱ 🩰

you weren’t exactly sure when it started, the strange way they’d been acting around you. the lingering touches and the sultry gazes. like they were barely able to hold themselves back from destroying you. it was hard to tell whether or not you liked it, it would be weird to feel that way…right?

one thing was for sure though, the relationship you had with your roommates wasn’t exactly common.

they loved to kiss you on the neck, to steal your lacy panties as a joke, and just adored having you in their lap from time to time. sometimes they’d fight over you. tugging you around like you were their little doll. it was as if you blinked and suddenly you found yourself trapped in an erotic, and extremely abnormal friendship with the two of them. if you could even call it friendship.

it wasn’t long before you were finally laid bare before them. your cunt sopping wet and exposed to the cold air of your small apartment. all because they hated the idea of passing you back and forth. each one wanted you for himself, and this seemed to be the only solution.

you shifted on the couch, subconsciously bringing your pussy closer to their pretty faces. you watched as satoru traced gentle patterns into the skin of your inner thigh; he bit it, teasing you, loving the way you jolted.

suguru, seemingly inspired by his friend, did the same. biting at your inner thighs and toying with your patience, which was growing thinner by the minute. he smiled up at you, and you couldn’t take their teasing for much longer.

“please, just do something already…” you practically whined, and suguru laughed at your pure desperation. his fingers were careful as they delicately rubbed along your opening, sticky and oh so sweet. you dug your fingers into the soft fabric of the couch.

suguru leaned forward, breathing you in.

“smells so fucking good.” he sighed, eyes already filled with pleasure and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

satoru smiled, his hands getting dangerously close to where you wanted them. “bet she tastes good too.”

“please! i can’t keep waiting…i need it…” you were begging, drunk off of the fantasies that ran wild in your mind. how would their mouths feel on you? would they tease you? maybe they’d try to make you cum as fast as possible.

whatever they had planned, you wanted to be the one to feel it.

“what do you need, pretty?” suguru whispered, placing the smallest of kisses on your clit, already throbbing in anticipation.

you jerked your hips without meaning to, chasing the feeling.

“i need your lips on me…i need it so fucking bad.” you whined, pathetic and covered in sweat. you couldn’t take their teasing much longer.

satoru grinned at you quivering figure, leaning in so that he too could smell you. “you’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

with that, they decided not to waste time anymore, practically throwing themselves at your pussy.

their mouths were hot and wet against you, sloppy as they tried to push each other out the way. satoru’s hand was steadily gripping your thigh, nails digging into the skin as he whispered “perfect” over and over again.

suguru kept is hand on your hip, using his lips to lightly suck on your puffy clit, hypersensitive and swollen. he laughed lowly every time you whined, each sound you made going straight to the heavy cock twitching in his pants.

“keep your eyes on us.” satoru’s voice was muffled yet demanding just as you were starting to lean your head back; his pretty fingers slipped inside of you, curling so softly, teasing with the way they slowed down and sped up spontaneously.

suguru’s lips and tongue were relentless against your bud. he spat on it, lapped up your slick and his saliva like it was a scared delicacy, worshiped your very being with his wet tongue. smiling as he watched you struggle to stay focused.

it was hard to keep your eyes open, the pleasure making it difficult to do anything but squirm. yet it was impossible to look away from the sight in front of you. satoru and suguru’s pretty faces buried deep in your gorgeous pussy, their tongues swiping over every inch of you, gliding against each other. suguru never looked away from you, and satoru seemed so lost in your perfection. his eyes were closed and his brows were quirked. he looked lost, dazed, practically euphoric.

“tastes so fucking good sweets. doesn’t she taste good sugu?”

suguru nodded, desperate. “pussy tastes perfect, better than we imagined.”

you looked down a little further, gasping once you saw that both of their pretty dicks had been pulled out. both of them rubbing over their sensitive tips while they devoured you. you hadn’t even noticed satoru slip his hand off of your thigh to get himself off.

but before you could say anything, satoru spoke up.

“hey…let me suck on her clit a little bit.”

suguru shook his head. “no, i wanna keep going.”

gojo whined, growing just as desperate as you. “y-you’ve been, oh fuck, up there this whole time.”

he scoffed. “….fine.”

they shifted a bit, adjusting themselves accordingly so that satoru could wrap his soft lips around your clit this time, and suguru could gently tongue fuck your fluttering cunt. it was starting to become a bit too much, your head was swirling and you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to last with the two men consuming you.

you arched your back, pushing yourself deeper into them.

“nngh fuck- i’m close, so fucking close.” you whimpered, shuddering into their mouths with trembling hands and legs. you knew they could feel it, the way your clit throbbed in satoru’s mouth, the way your pussy clenched around suguru’s tongue.

your hands grabbed fistfuls of their hair, pulling them as close as possible, smothering them into you.

“go on, pretty. cum for us. be a good girl and do it.” suguru moaned into you, his voice muffled. something about his sweet praises were driving you over the edge.

you were cumming before you even realized what was happening. your body was covered in sweat and tears were pooling out your eyes. broken sobs left you, chest heaving as you tried to come down from your high.

but they wouldn’t let you. they weren’t done.

both of them still kept their mouths on you, they didn’t let up. you felt suguru fuck you deeper with his tongue, satoru sucked harder on your clit, moaning into your hot cunt. everything was sensitive and you couldn’t handle it. not anymore.

“please oh my god! i can’t- i can’t it’s too much!” tears burned in the back of your eyes, threatening to spill over once again. and yet the two of them didn’t stop, you could see the hint of a smile on their faces, enjoying your cries of overstimulation.

“oh fuck, mmngh i’m- i’m gonna cum again!” you whimpered.

“then do it. cum as many times as you need to. we aren’t going anywhere.” satoru whispered as suguru nodded, never once breaking eye contact with your fucked out face.

it was going to be a long night.

a/n 🪽: i’m in a mood rn. don’t talk to me unless you wanna get cracked (lowk thinking abt doing smth similar w tojikuna but we’ll see)

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© written by isa

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. oral (fem receiving), facesitting, tongue-fucking, kissing, scent kink, both of them being idiots, mention of reader being self conscious, reader shaves but HEAVY bush propaganda in this, pt. 2 to this

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. don't be mean to reader or ELSE (also say thank you to me being open about my bush propaganda bc of this fic by @/motel6killer)

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ wc. ~4k

next part

Next time is four days later — him handing his phone with lab results opened like verification.

You've finished today's part of the project and now he's lying beside you as you scroll through his tests like you're rating his health.

"All negative. Congratulations, you're not disgusting."

"I'm thrilled."

Then—

"Semen volume: above average," you curiously read out loud.

He sits up immediately. "Give me the phone."

Instead you continue, too intrigued. "Morphology: excellent. Sukuna, your sperm are sexy."

He snatches his phone away from you. "Alright that's enough. Stop getting off to my lab results you little weirdo."

"Getting off? Getting off what— ohhh."

"Were you dropped as a baby?"

"I really don't think my parents would tell me even if they did."

"…That's basically a 'yes'."

"My turn," you chirp, already going to pull up your patient portal. "I have everything too — all negative, I can show you."

"No need," he dismisses you without thinking. "You're such a nerd it probably makes you immune to STD's or something."

And you freeze — just a flicker.

Your mouth closes, shoulders dropping half a millimeter and at first Sukuna wonders if it's about the nerd joke…till it occurs to him that you feel denied by something you thought you were sharing with each other.

"Oh," you say quietly, thumb hovering over the screen before you try to cover it up with a small smile. "That's okay, I just thou—"

He sees it. The pout you try to swallow and appear completely unaffected.

The way you're retreating, embarrassed at even offering — at having misread the situation.

He exhales a sigh that sounds like surrender.

"Show me," he nods to your phone. "All your little test results. C'mon, impress me."

Awkwardly but undeniably you light up, handing him your phone.

He scrolls through.

"Wow dork, looks like you passed all your tests."

You beam. "I just feel like it's probably important because you think you can tell someone has chlamydia or herpes through visual indicators but NO that isn't true, a lot of STI's are actually asymptomatic which makes testing even more important."

He chuckles softly. "You're funny when you nerd out."

You squint. "Funny? None of what I said was a joke…"

Sukuna rolls his eyes, pulling you in to kiss you — as usual you squirm and resist automatically at first before manually forcing yourself to relax and lean into it, let his tongue into your mouth.

He lays back, pulling you with him and pressing you into his body before you can get weird about it.

It takes a bit of coaxing on his end, massaging your back to relax the stiffness out of you.

He likes this part. When you let go and to actually really get into it, hungrily caressing his tongue with your own before gnawing on his lip.

Finally he pulls back, your face flushed, his lungs a bit breathless.

"See?" he murmurs with a small smirk, brushing some hair away, "You're picking up on it."

"…Are you lying."

"No because I said picking up… you still kiss like you're performing an oral exam."

You blink.

"And you keep biting me," he adds.

"Your lips feel nice between my teeth."

"Alright don't say things like that. Makes you sound like a psychopath."

"Also did you know mouth bacteria can transfer while kissing and potentially impact dental health? Some strains correlate with an increased risk of cavities."

He stares at you. "Well… I guess I know that now. Against my will."

Soon, you're back to making out — his mouth devouring yours from the inside out.

Messier than last time, working you up till your hips are grinding against his bulge of their own accord.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ cw. college au, detailed descriptions of kissing/making out, reader is relatively inexperienced, reader has glasses, talks of sex, maybe nerdy!reader but that feels kinda rude bc i really just think she's neurodivergent lol

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ wc. 2.8k

pt. 2

Can you imagine your luck when the teacher announced who your lab partner would be?

Like cold water thrown over you when you heard the name Sukuna paired with your own.

Bruised knuckles, callous attitude, tattoos…you already began preparing to do the entire thing yourself.

Guys like him had no interest in girls like you — this wasn't self-deprecation because it was true vice versa.

Some types of people just…don't mix. Like oil and water.

You're more on the reserved side; if you talk you either don't talk enough or you talk too much. Parties are great till they get overstimulating, tolerating guys you can't stand only goes as far as your energy to keep pretending.

Maybe you've always been a bit more in your head, a bit more melancholic than your friends and roommate — and it doesn't help that you feel like the only girl in college who has absolutely no love life.

Not that you're quite sure you even want one.

"Alright, you can take a few minutes to find your partner and start discussing your project now," the professor says, leaving the class to chatter amongst themselves.

Great.

You'll just have to square your shoulders and stay cool and firm — because you already get the idea he's the type that wants to make you feel inferior on purpose.

So you don't even bother looking up to find him — no, you stay planted right in your seat trying to figure out what this project entails.

Until a large figure drops his bag right next to yours.

You blink up, slightly startled to find him sprawling into the seat beside you — frankly you hadn't even expected him to know your name.

Or if he did, then for him to pretend like he didn't.

"Uh, hi…" you start off, already nervous with the way he's staring at you. You've never quite gotten used to eye contact — your eyes are already darting off to the side by habit just to escape his.

"Uh, hello," he greets you back — though you get the feel he might just be mocking you.

God, this is awkward.

You're already fiddling with your sleeve in one hand, twisting and untwisting it around your finger.

"…So, uh, I think I can do most of this. Maybe I'll just let you know when I'm finished so you only need to do a final revision?"

He stares. "Seriously? You're just willing to do all the work for a partnered project?"

Thrown off, your mouth opens too fast and you blurt out, "Well I didn't think you'd do anything and I highly doubt the professor would let me switch partners….and I don't want to fail this class considering it like…costs money."

Shit, you've said too much.

You try and rectify any damage with a small, polite smile.

He hums, openly smirking at you now. "So you assumed?"

Lips parting and closing, you finally admit, "Uh, yeah…I guess?"

"Let me guess — you also think I'm so himbo moron?" he presses, but his tone isn't mad — it's loaded with amusement, which almost feels worse.

You don't answer and that says enough.

"Well, since it seems like you want to do this project alone—" he sighs, grabbing his bag to rise.

"Wait."

He pauses.

"I'm sorry for just assuming, that wasn't…right of me."

"Yeah, it wasn't," he drawls, stretching.

Then without further hesitation he decides, "I'm not working in the library. Lets study at your dorm."

"What's wrong with the library?"

"They don't let me eat in there."

"And you think I'm going to let you eat in my dorm?"

He flashes you a sideways smirk, apparently entertained by what he assumes is you talking back.

Which isn't true of course — you're being completely genuine, wondering about his thought process.

"Considering you were willing to let me freeload for an entire project…yeah, I do think you'd let me eat in your room."

That finally makes you scowl. "Why can't we do it at your dorm?"

"Oh, you want to come over?"

Except the way he says it is more than suggestive — and immediately you swallow. "Uh, no, my dorm's good."

When he gets to your dorm, the first thing Sukuna does is spend a good fifteen minutes looking at all the small stuff crowding your desk.

"What are you, a crow?"

"I told you not to comment on it," you grumble under your breath.

Bones, small potted plants, trinkets and a variety of odd things you found — all have a space on your desk.

He probably thinks you're a dork.

"Are you embarrassed?" he chuckles, picking up a jar with a colorful specimen floating inside — shaped like a mouse but in shades of magenta and cerulean.

"Diaphanized specimen? Damn, how much did this thing cost?" he asks, turning it around.

He finally turns when he's met with silence — because frankly you didn't expect him to actually know what that was.

Another swallow and you awkwardly shrug, gaze darting around the floor.

"So?" he asks again, "How much you buy it for?"

"I, uh,…I did it myself."

He hums, setting the jar down. "That'd be pretty impressive if you weren't so embarrassed about it."

"I'm not embarrassed!" you huff.

He cocks a brow. "Really?"

"I just…it's probably kind of weird to most people," you add with a nervous laugh.

He laughs, but his is nothing like yours. "At this point it seems like you want me to bully you like some stupid 90's highschool movie."

Immediately, your ears burn up. "What? Shut up."

"I mean I'll do it for you if you want it so much — yeah, go ahead and push your glasses up again you dork."

Maybe he's being a dickhead, but unfortunately you can't hold in the impish little giggle that escapes your lips.

"Oh see? You do like it."

You try to shoot him a serious look. "Don't be weird."

"Bet it'd turn you on if I called you a dumb little nerd."

Unfortunately you never figured out how to believably mask your emotions — immediately you forget your words, clearing your throat in a flimsy attempt to seem composed.

He catches it, grinning wide. "What a little freak."

You don't know how it gets there but a week later when you're sitting in your dorm, the topic of sex comes up — and Sukuna notices how oddly quiet you get.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"Wha— no….maybe, kind of?"

"Kind of?"

You hardly even realize you're pushing up your glasses as you open your mouth to word-vomit. "Well once I was about to do it with a guy but he was also a virgin and I was a virgin and he couldn't get it in past his tip so he just jerked himself off and came inside me like that."

Surprisingly enough, Sukuna always lets you speak when you ramble on like this — not that he'd even have an opening to cut you off anyways.

He watches you for a moment, gaze unreadable before he comments, "Wow. You're the first virgin to have been creampied."

"Thank you."

"Not a compliment, dork."

"Well you could've let me think it was," you mutter, eyes drifting to the papers in front of you.

"You have a lot of attitude for a nerd."

"Don't call me that."

Ironically, you brought this fate upon yourself — ever since that first time in your dorm, the nicknames stuck. Like you'd personally handed the joke a life.

"Right… you ever done anything else except…whatever that was?"

You blink, clearing your throat. "I've…sucked dick."

"That's it."

"…And then I gagged when he nutted in my mouth because the texture was so…slimey… But I managed to get it down anyways," you add, with a small self-satisfied smile. "Though I also suspect his cum gave me indigestion so I didn't do it again."

"Thank you for all that lovely information, but not what I meant — like, at all."

Your ears burn, arms automatically crossing over your body.

"Well I don't know, okay? I basically have no experience in that department so there isn't much else to say," you snap.

He laughs under his breath. "Relax. No need to get defensive. Wasn't gonna attack you for it."

A beat.

"…I was actually thinking how I could be your first.

In shock, you snap your face towards him. "What—?!"

His gaze is sharp.

You've seen that look on men before but never towards you.

Sukuna leans closer — you lean back. "We don't need to make it weird," he murmurs.

"Not w-weird?! I don't I've ever gotten fully naked with anyone before except with that one guy but the lights were off so I feel like that doesn't really count—"

Fingertips brush over your thigh, a deliberate touch that makes your breath hitch. "I'll make it good for you…don't you wanna know what it feels like?"

A pause before you give a small, sheepish nod.

He answers it with a grin that you think is meant to be reassuring, but sort of just does the opposite. "We can start small."

"Small," you repeat, eyes wide.

"Ever kissed before?"

You shake your head just a little, with an apologetic smile.

He peers down at you, with a lazy smirk, red eyes dark as he studies you like some small animal.

"That's okay, just stay still…let me guide you first, okay?"

Gulping thickly, you nod — your heart practically feels like its trying to break out of the cavity in your chest.

Your glasses are abruptly snatched from your face.

You blink as he folds them and sets them aside. "Don't need them in the way. Besides, I wanna be able to see those pretty eyes."

Admittedly you feel a little…vulnerable without some frames to hide behind if needed, maybe even act as some kind of barrier to shield you.

Sukuna notices as your eyes instinctively dart to anywhere besides his face.

"Mm. We'll have to work on that."

"On what?"

"You avoiding eye contact like you'll get turned to stone or some shit if you do."

Before you get a chance to offer your opinion, one of his hands is cradling your cheek as he leans in.

Your eyes automatically flutter shut, lips parting slightly.

Then you feel his mouth on yours — lips warm, as they take your bottom lip in.

Its only a touch of cool saliva at first, until something soft and wet runs across your mouth.

His tongue. Just the tip.

It's odd and new and you can't decide if you like it or not before he's already pulling away.

Blinking, you peek up at him, at his lips twitching a bit at the corner.

"Don't be so…tense. I'm kissing a living girl, not a corpse."

You murmur an apology — making him laugh softly. "Just relax. I'm showing you what to do."

Taking a slow breath, you nod again.

He leans in and its the same as last time — but this time a bit more insistent in his movement.

You try to focus on how his lips are taking in yours and how they move but it's so incredibly difficult with all these sensations.

You know lips are sensitive — packed with so many nerve endings that they register sensation a hundred times sharper than your fingertips. But sometimes knowledge only truly settles into the body in a moment like this.

When you feel it.

Because since the second his mouth brushed yours, shivers run down your spine so clean and electric you almost gasp — it's almost overwhelming.

And it tips further towards that point when his tongue actually slips between your lips — by reflex you tense your jaw, denying the thing wet and writhing in your mouth like a live creature.

But the grip on your hip tightens and he pushes his way through anyways.

The slick appendage caressing yours, exploring places that for over two decades only your own tongue has ever known.

And then it slides back out, leaving you a bit breathless.

"How'd that feel?"

"Um…invasive," you answer honestly, feeling out of your depths.

He doesn't take it any type of way, just smirks. "Does feel kinda weird at first…you'll get used to it."

"So…that's it?"

Snorting softly, he pushes you on your back a bit closer to him — and automatically you squirm, an instinctive habit that says you should keep some distance between you and another person that you aren't so familiar with.

"God, touching you is like trying to pick up a cat that doesn't want to be picked up — just clinging to the carpet."

A bit chagrinned, you ramble out an explanation, "I just…it feels like I'm invading your personal space? Like I know that sounds weird considering what we're doing, but…you know…"

A whole lot of words to say absolutely nothing coherent.

"Just relax on me," he tells you, pushing you with enough force that soon you're pressed against his chest, laying completely on his body. "See? There you go."

Subdued into place, you pliantly lay there as his hand roams to squeeze one of your ass cheeks. You exhale sharply, but you don't move away or even flinch.

"You're okay with me touching your ass but laying on me is what gets you uncomfortable?"

"I don't know," you try to defend yourself, "It just feels…"

Intimate.

Sex by itself isn't so scary — it's the intimacy that makes you squirm more than anything.

His palm presses into the small of your back, keeping you pinned in place. "Stay. How are you gonna have sex if you can't even handle this much?"

Your brows pinch, huffing faintly. "Is this all we're doing?"

"No…now you're going to kiss me."

About to protest, you stop yourself as you catch his expectant gaze. "I'll…try…."

"Good."

On the spot and nervous, you grab his face with one hand and press your lips to his before you can overthink it.

He doesn't help you out or guide you at all — just stays perfectly still like you did, and lets you figure it out on your own.

First, you lightly try catching his bottom lip…then the top.

Maybe you should go….deeper?

You stick your tongue between his lips, met by sharp teeth and wetness. He makes some low kind of noise, shifting a little under you, but he doesn't stop you as you explore his mouth.

It feels…odd.

The kind of sensation that you instinctively cringe away from.

But when you force yourself to hold it a bit longer, you find that you start to crave more of it—that it turns you on.

Whimpering softly, you climb a bit higher on him, tongue tracing the smooth surface of his palate to see how far you can get.

Then acutely realizing you also have teeth and that there's something between, you nip without thinking just to feel the soft flesh.

That's when he finally pulls away with a light gasp, eyes slightly hazy before he grins lopsided. "Tryna kiss me or tongue-fuck my mouth?"

That makes you burn up — and as usual when you get nervous, you truthfully blurt out, "I'm just doing it like how I'd wanna be kissed."

He blinks before his gaze darkens, smirking a little sharper. "You want that? After you called the last one — what was it — oh yes, invasive—"

"…Didn't say I didn't like it, though," you say quietly, peeking up at him through your lashes.

"Alright, if that's what you want," he murmurs.

You can barely get a breath in before he grabs your chin and his lips are crashing against yours.

This time he's not gentle or deliberate — his tongues pries your lips open, roughly forcing its way into your mouth as if it belongs there.

So harsh, you can't feel anything but that muscle in your mouth, reaching deeper and deeper to the point you find it hard to breathe.

You don't stop him though, letting his fingers knot in your hair and tug — at this point he's practically just swallowing your mouth whole, and you give in, shyly sucking on his tongue.

That makes him groan low in his throat, this travesty of a kiss devolving into something much more ravenous and sloppy.

Saliva drips down from the corners of your mouth and you whine around his tongue, lips swelling from his bites.

Then he lets go and air floods your lungs as you catch your breath, head spinning.

"That what you wanted?" he asks with a smirk, voice low and a bit rough, his lips shining with saliva like yours must be too.

In a dazed state you nod, acutely aware of the slick collecting in your panties.

"You little freak…want me to do that to your pussy, too?"

You blink, blanking out. "You mean…like eat me out?"

"You're a real genius."

Pulse quickening, your eyes widen. "Uh, right now?!"

"Uh, yes?" he mocks back.

Panicking, you stumble around your words. "Uh, I don't….we'll do it next time," you decide.

His eyes narrow slightly like he wants to say something, but he doesn't push it.

And suddenly you remember something — something you'd never paid much attention to before because it didn't really concern you.

"Wait."

"What."

"…Can you get tested?"

Sukuna stares at you like you've spoken a dead language. "Tested."

You nod eagerly. "Yes and bring proof of your test results… I'll bring mine too."

"Woman, I think you need to get tested — and not for STD's or STI's."

Then taking a look at your face, he finally caves with a sigh. "Okay, okay fine. Stop staring at me like I kicked your dog."

Your brows furrow slightly. "…I don't have a dog?"

"It's a— Whatever, just forget it. I'll bring my damn test results," he grins, still absentmindedly squeezing your ass, "If it means you'll let me eat you out."

With a tight smile you nod. "Right…next time."

Next time it is.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ an. okay back to my assignments i go...

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౨ৎ cw. smut, fluff, angst, reader is alt-coded and has glasses

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part ii.

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part iv.

part v.

part vi.

part vii.

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PEACHES & CREAM(PIE) ୨୧

pairings. bowser!sukuna x princesspeach!reader x mario!satoru

content warnings. 7.1k words (super mario if it was peak), explicit sexual content, threesome, sukuna tops satoru AND YES THEY KISS yay!, power imbalance, possessive behavior, jealousy themes, bratty reader, light dubcon/kidnapping roleplay, oral sex, fingering, face sitting, creampie, spit sharing, degradation and praise kink, voyeurism, competitive bickering during sex, mild humiliation, overstimulation, spit roasting, lowkey dom-ish reader?, emotional manipulation played for comedy, lowkey crack so don't take this super srs.

author's note. got violently high last night and watched the super mario movie w my boyfie then this was born (my excuse to write yaoi)

you don’t know how this keeps happening, except you do. it’s always the same: the soft pull of teleportation magic or whatever the fuck he calls it now, the slow blink of disorientation, and then pink silk sheets or marble floors or a three-person bath sunk into the center of the room like a stage.

the castle is always the same, too—lavish in a way that feels intentional, like it’s been redecorated for you, like someone keeps hitting “reset” and changing the theme just enough to pretend it’s not a pattern.

nursing mother!reader has a clogged milk duct and best friend!nanami comes to the rescue.

"kento..."

your voice is low and you sound pained. in the dark hours of night, nanami immediately sits up in his swivel chair and his body tenses. "what's wrong?"

you're not the one to call crying, to ever be vulnerable. you always saved face, smiling in front of others and sobbing in private. nanami didn't like it, but you're calling him right now and something must be wrong.

he starts packing up to head over to you immediately, signing out of the system and shutting off the computer in a haste. it's the fastest he's ever leaved the building, pressing the button to his unlock his vehicle and hop right into the front seat.

"my..." you trail off, repeating the word a couple of times before grumbling in frustration. "my breasts──they hurt really bad."

and before he can gather any clarification, you continue. "my doctor says it's, uh, clogged milk duct and──fuck──it hurts so bad.

"the baby's asleep and i didn't know who else to call," you admit. "'cause, i'm sure as hell not calling higuruma. he'd revel at the fact that i need help and──"

"wait, [&]──"calling out your name repeatedly until you stop, nanami can hear the way your voice cracks as you wince. "yes?"

"i'm already on my way."

"you are?" and he hates it. nanami hates how astounded you are that he'd help. he hates you feel like you have to be so hyperindependent. he wishes you'd call him for help for the most miniscule of things.

but, he doesn't hold it against you. you're asking for help now. he nods, "i am."

and with a breath of relief, he can practically feel your smile. "thank you."