#do you remember the taste of strawberries….

[pickingupmymercedes]

You only need to ask - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities, (p in v), oral sex

Also, wrap it before you tap it

wordcount: +3K

a/n: As voted by you guys, smut it is. It was an innocent requested prompt, until it wasn't and from the +3k words there's at least half of mature content (🙂). Hope you guys enjoy it.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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Lewis stretched as he padded into the bedroom, feeling the satisfying burn from his morning run. He pushed open the door, expecting to find the room empty. Instead, his eyes landed on you and Roscoe, both nestled under the covers, looking cozy and content.

He grinned, silently tiptoeing to the ensuite bathroom to freshen up. The warm water cascaded over him, washing away the sweat and fatigue of his run. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out, catching sight of you awake and smirking mischievously.

"Morning, hot stuff" you teased, your eyes sparkling playfully.

Returning the smirk, Lewis pulled on a pair of boxers, facing away from you to get changed. "Oh, we’re hiding the crown jewels then?" you countered, rising from the bed and finding your way to him. “Didn’t have enough last night? Or the past two days I’ve kept you here?” His eyes glimmered as he turned in your touch, your fingers tracing his compass tattoo until you retrieved them and bat your eyelids to him.

“Never can have enough of you” You danced out of the bedroom, clad only in his oversized t-shirt and black panties that peeked through whenever you raised your arms, a sight that wasn't lost on him.

Intrigued and amused, Lewis followed you to the kitchen, Roscoe trailing behind. As you started preparing breakfast, you’d strategically reached for items on the highest shelves, ensuring each and every time he got a generous view. Lewis, feigning nonchalance, perched on the counter, pretending not to watch.

"Playing with fire there, babe" he warned, his voice dripping with feigned seriousness.

You turned, a cheeky grin on your face. "Well, isn't that what makes things interesting?"

Lewis chuckled, closing the distance between you two. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. Roscoe, ever the attention seeker, wagged his tail, nudging against your legs for some morning affection.

Lewis aimed your focus back to him, reaching for another kiss, but you playfully swatted his hands away with a sly grin. "Nope, hard to get, remember?"

Chuckling at your antics, he raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Alright, alright" he said with a mock huff, though his eyes twinkled with amusement.

You grabbed your plate, hopping onto the countertop with a flourish, crossing your legs and picking up a strawberry. Taking your time, you bit into it slowly, savoring the sweet taste. You looked at Lewis through lowered lashes, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Lewis leaned back, watching you intently from his seat. His gaze never wavered, locked onto yours, a silent exchange of playful challenges passing between you.

With each strawberry you ate, you could see Lewis's resolve slowly crumbling as the tent in his boxers grew. He shifted in his seat, trying to maintain his casual demeanor, but the intensity of his gaze spoke volumes. You were going to pay for the tease, but the feeling of having his full attention solely by moving around felt too good to not take advantage of.

Unable to resist any longer, Lewis pushed off from his seat, closing the distance between you. Standing in front of you, he gently took the plate from your hands, setting it aside. With a confident grin he held your chin, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss, full of pent-up desire and playful defiance.

Pulling back slightly, he whispered against your lips, "Hard to get, huh?"

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Well, you started" you teased, your lips finding his once more.

With a playful growl, Lewis swept you off your feet, effortlessly lifting you from the countertop. You let out a delighted squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you back towards the bedroom.

"Roscoe, buddy, you stay here." he called out over his shoulder as he passed through the kitchen, pointing a playful finger at the bulldog who watched with curious eyes.

Reaching the bedroom, Lewis gently placed you on the rumpled sheets, the scent of the sex from the past night still lingering in the air. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over every surface, a picture of serenity in stark contrast to the fire that danced in his eyes.

He hovered above you, his hands trailing down your arms, sending shivers cascading down your spine. His lips brushed against yours in a tantalizingly slow kiss, a whisper of what was to come. You met his kiss with fervor, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back. The teasing game was momentarily forgotten for you, replaced by raw desire. Lewis chuckled, a low rumble against your lips, before pulling away slightly.

"Seems like someone's forgotten how we got here in the first place" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. You smirked, a playful glint in your eyes. "It got the job done, didn’t it?" you teased, reaching up to brush a braid from his forehead.

Lewis tugged your oversized t-shirt over your head, the fabric catching playfully on your arms as your squirmed and he ignored your remark. Your breathing hitched when his hands found their way to your breasts, the sound sending another tremor through him as he marveled at you under him.

Leaning down his lips trailed a heated path down your neck. His touch was a delicious torment, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You’d arch your back into his touch, soft moans escaping your lips.

The morning light glinted off the silver pendant you wore, catching Lewis's eye, his gaze flickering between the pendant and your face, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "My lucky charm?" he teased, his fingers brushing against the cool metal. A warmth bloomed on your cheeks. "Brings me good luck" you countered, your voice a breathless whisper.

Lewis's smirk widened. "Seems to be working" he murmured, before replacing the playful teasing with a deeper kiss. The sheets tangled around them as their playful morning antics escalated into a delicious dance of heated explorations for a long while. Each touch, each brush of skin against skin, sent shivers of pleasure rippling through their bodies.

But as the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, painting the room in a warm, golden glow, the playful nips and teasing whispers morphed into a desperate urgency. Lewis's touch, once light and playful, became a firebrand igniting every nerve ending in your body. His hands roamed your skin, leaving a trail of heat wherever they lingered.

"Lew," you breathed, your voice thick with desire and impatience "I need you."

The raw desperation in your voice sent a jolt through him. He paused, his gaze meeting yours, a storm of emotions swirling within them. A playful glint still lingered in his eyes, but it was quickly overtaken by a possessive gleam.

"Sure you don't want to play a little longer, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice a husky caress.

You shook your head, the movement a mere tremor against the tightening hold of his arms. "Please." you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. "At your disposal, love" he breathed, his voice a low rumble sending shivers down your spine.

With a swift movement, he shifted, the weight of his body a delicious pressure against yours. The playful morning banter was long forgotten. This was raw, unadulterated desire, and you met his gaze with a burning intensity that mirrored his own. The room seemed to fade away, the only focus the heat radiating from his body, the desperate urgency in your pleas, and the promise of a culmination that had been building since you saw him in only his towel.

His hands found their way to your waist, fingers denting the skin as your fingers tangled in his braids, pulling him closer, throwing your head back on the pillow as Lewis’ mouth sucked on the sensitive spot of your neck.   

Your breath came out in ragged gasps, the sensations overwhelming as he skillfully teased and tantalized you, navigating a very fine line between pleasure and torture as you moaned in his mouth.

His hand then roamed lower, reaching your covered clit, rubbing at the fabric sure of the effect the friction would have on you. His touch was deliberate, almost like a shared secret between you two of where you needed him the most, your nails digging into his back seeking to convey the depth of how much you wanted him.

With a soft sigh of satisfaction Lewis shifted his focus, his lips trailing a path down from your neck, his fingers giving you a break as they reached to tear out your panties, his skilled fingers oddly struggling with the lace until he himself couldn’t wait any longer.

“Hey, I really liked that set” You smiled down at his impatience and he threw the rests of the fabric to the side, his pupils huge as he looked lost in yearning. When his eyes finally found yours, his tongue was millimeters away from reaching your clit “Gonna show you only need to ask when you want me, no need all that sass” the intensity of his stare almost as threat.

You couldn’t help but hold your breath as his lips finally touched you, his mouth tracing around your clit, sucking and blowing as you arched your back, too lost in the feeling to really pay attention to anything but him, his eyes tantalizing you, his arms holding you down to the bed by the waist and one of your legs.

You gasped as he lowly growled in approval, one of his big digits joining his movements, dragging the pleasure from out of you, one curl from his fingers and brush of your g-spot at a time. As his tongue danced tantalizingly close to your throbbing clit, you felt your entire body tense with anticipation, the promise of release hanging just out of reach. But then, just as you were on the brink of ecstasy, Lewis abruptly withdrew, leaving you gasping and aching for more.

Your eyes flew open, confusion and frustration mingling with the remnants of pleasure that still pulsed through your veins. You looked up at him, searching his face for answers, but all you found was an expression that remained impassive, his pupils dilated with desire as he loomed over you, his hunger palpable in the air.

"All you need is to ask" his voice was low, a hint of warning laced with desire. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as his lips finally touched you again, his mouth tracing around your clit with agonizing slowness. His tongue danced skillfully, teasing and tantalizing you with each flick and swirl, while his fingers expertly explored every inch of you.

You arched your back, desperate for more, but his hands kept on holding you firmly in place, his grip unyielding as he controlled the pace of your pleasure. Each stroke, each caress pushed you closer and closer to the edge, until you were teetering on the brink of oblivion.

"God, Lew" you gasped, the words torn from your lips in a desperate plea for release. But he only grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he continued to torment you with his touch. His fingers curled inside you, stroking with precision as he dragged out the pleasure, drawing it out until you were writhing beneath him, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

You whimpered in frustration, your body trembling with the effort to hold back the tide of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you. "Please" you begged, your voice a ragged whisper as you clung to him desperately, your entire being consumed by the need for release.

Lewis relented, his touch shifting from teasing to urgent as he finally gave you the release you craved. With a primal moan, you shattered into a million pieces, clenching around his finger like as your entire world exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensation as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

As you slowly came down from the dizzying heights of your climax, your senses gradually returned to you, the world around you sharpening into focus once more. And as you looked down at Lewis between your legs, the sight of the tent in his boxers reignited the flames of desire within you, hungering for more, craving the release that only he, and his dick, could give you.

You prompted your body up using your grip on his neck as leverage, climbing on his lap, straddling his hips with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Your fingers toyed with the damp patches of his boxer briefs, teasing him mercilessly as you felt him grow harder beneath you. Lewis hissed in response, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through your veins as you reveled in the power you held over him.

You wanted to tease him back, but the scent of him, musky and intoxicating, was driving you wild, filling your senses with an overwhelming hunger that demanded to be satisfied. So, with eager fingers, you peeled the fabric down, revealing his already rock-hard length, straining in anticipation, thick and pulsing with desire, the sight that had originated all of this.

 Each finger at time you wrapped a hand along the length of his shaft, feeling the slickness of his precum glistening on the tip, his balls heavy in the other palm. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, and a primal urge to taste him, to savor the essence of your desire.

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to the tip of his member, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum as it mingled with your tongue. The sound of his sharp intake of breath filled the air, a silent testament to the pleasure he derived from your touch.

The blazing inferno in your stomach threatened to consume you whole as you adjusted him at your entrance, the slight pressure of his tip already sending you into overdrive. And as you lowered yourself onto him, with all his girth stretching you as if you hadn’t been hammered in the past two days, you bulked forward steading yourself with a hand in his abdomen as his murmurs filled the room.

When you finally allowed your waist to start moving Lewis's hands roamed your body with a desperate urgency. You picked up the pace, starting slow and with a few rocks until you were both riding and thrusting with fierce determination, your movements fueled by primal hunger. Every movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over you, drawing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion as you chased another release.

But just as you felt yourself on the brink of that so-well-known cliff, Lewis whispered in your ear, his voice a husky caress that sent shivers down your spine. "Don't let go just yet, wait for me," he murmured, his words a promise.

With a nod in response to Lewis's whispered command, you agreed, your anticipation growing with each passing moment. As he swiftly threw you onto the bed, your back met the mattress with a soft thud, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through you.

Lewis wasted no time in taking control, he didn’t have to, you were his thoroughly, and his movements were swift and decisive as he pulled you close, his hands gripping your legs with an almost possessive fervor. With a low growl of satisfaction, Lewis hammered you, beginning to move almost instantly, no need to wait this time, his hips rocking against yours with a relentless rhythm.

Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing over you, drawing you deeper into the throes of passion as you surrendered yourself to the blissful oblivion that awaited. But it was the look in his eyes that truly captivated you, a fierce intensity that spoke of his unmistakable desire and of his adoration. His moves might be harsh but his eyes shone all the love he held for you.

The surge of warmth in that loving stare and the sensation of him moving inside you, reaching into every corner of your walls was almost overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins as you surrendered yourself to the ecstasy of the moment. And as you clung to him desperately, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that engulfed you both he couldn’t help but whisper breathlessly in your ears “I love you darling”.

His words sent you into diving head first into the abyss and letting go of any will power that prevented you from cumming wrapped in his dick, your legs shaking and the involuntary movements milking his release, with the growl he let out a clear indication that he too, had lost himself in his pleasure.

As you reveled in the moment, basking in the afterglow of being filled with him, Lewis pulled himself out of you with a whimper, sitting back on his heels to admire his work as he smirked looking at your pussy “That was a big one” the satisfaction written all over his body language as he effortlessly jumped up from the bed and came back from the bathroom with a wet cloth, his touch light everywhere he touched you.

“I’m pretty sure those love bites are gonna leave a mark” you chuckled as the high and adrenaline started to wear off and a few purple-ish marks started to be seen and felt. “I could say the same for the nail racks” he mused pulling you to his chest as settled on the bed “I don’t mind though, let’em see how wild I make you” his smirk full on display as you smacked his abs playfully.

As you marveled in the moment, enjoying the quiet intimacy of his embrace and the light hearted talk, you were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Roscoe bounding into the room, his tail wagging eagerly as he held his ball in his mouth. It was as if he was saying, "Okay, now it's my turn for attention."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, the sound filling the room with joy as you reached out for him, ready to indulge in some well-deserved playtime and leaving Lewis by himself in bed, a protesting “Hey Roscoe, that’s my girl” echoed in the background, his voice carrying a hint of mock jealousy.

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#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1

[sunnibits]

god. something about samfro is so…

#idk. something ab the fact that Sam is a gardener and a cook. or at least enjoys/is good at cooking. #like…. the implications. the fact that out of all the companions you could have chosen to accompany our frail sad protagonist #into a harsh grey land with no joy and no light or warmth #the fact that Sam cooks for him?? for both of them?! #the fact that he kept soices in his pocket and carried it all that way?? just in case they were having a roast chicken one night!!! #(​*spices) #the way he makes sure Frodo always gets enough food and drink. that he always gets enough to eat. even when Frodo is so weak and tired #like!! theyre in the middle of a wasteland so far from home but Samwise Gamgee is cooking him a hot meal and filling his belly with soup!! #it’s SO fucking tender and SO fucking special to me #I love Sam so much and I love those gay little hobbits #do you remember the taste of strawberries…. #samfro #samwise gamgee #frodo baggins #lotr #oh btw Vee if ur seeing this. this was unfinished in my drafts but I decided to complete my thoughts and post it right now just for u #I wanted to make you feel insane hope u enjoy

[reikunrei]

can you imagine Henry finally getting to go outside again. getting to walk through the woods. getting to feel the sun on his face. to breathe in lungs full of fresh air

#‘do you remember the taste of strawberries mr frodo?’ #scott taking him on long walks to find bugs outside. I’m crying #i say things #henry creel #stranger things //

[keeps-ache]

lemon is good on everything, lime is good on the things that are not everything, and so the world remains in balance

#just me hi #what is not Everything? most things‚ you'll find actually #but if it's most things then how is lemon good on everything? isn't that only Some things? mmmno :) #lime is good but only on specific foods that i've never had lemon with before. that's the only way it works sorry hbvfhsfv #lime tastes like peel and lemon tastes like the meat (flesh? meat ???? f... it's flesh right ??) #and sometimes i Have to have the peel. the universe [<- unknowable cravings] demands it #but usually there's no lime around so. just gotta bite the outside of the lemon lmao #which is actually Worse ?? it's Terrible hfsh #/KEY LIME PIE. it's good. so so good #/but anyway like lime is good with corny things. like tamales orrr... thiiiiings........ #top ten things my dad would never let go Hfvshfv #/we've been arguing about the colour pink for nearly a decade. we've been doin that since i was like 8-9 #'rose' is just 'pink'. be for realsies my guy #rose can be a shade but it is NOT it's own colour !!!! you wouldn't say 'emerald' if you Only meant green. i should start doing that... #'rOsE' get outta here hvfsh #//speaking of roses i just remembered i wanted to make chocolate-covered strawberries again #i wanted to do that last year but i. forgor hfbvhs #//WAIT and then my sibling has been telling me pink is just a shade of red #i'm going to lose my mmmmmiiiindddd lmfoafvbhfvaj #how am i fighting the same argument on opposite ends of the scale what !!!!!! #rose is pink but pink is NOT red !! pink is it's own colour it has it's own hues and temperatures and and and #JUST because you can get a light red (sort-of pink but i won't allow it Now) from it does NOT mean it's still red !! #is purple still blue?? is green still yellow ?? i'm going to commit a funkin crime!!!! #and then my MOM keeps telling me that VIVID-RED clothing is ORANGE. WHAT #I'M.. SOMEBODY SAVE ME #ORANGE??? it is OBVIOUSLY RED #i see NO yellow tinge in that mothertrucker put it BACK on the RACK and don't TALK to me #ORANGE. FVHDVHSF #we even had one of my siblinsg go and ask some employees if they were orange or red (very very nice ladies) and they said FIREY RED #MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

[goldensunset]

I

NEED

FRUIT

#there is NOTHING in the way of fresh produce around here. #got a delicious taste of a raspberry and a blackberry and a strawberry in this little yogurt parfait. but now i want more. it’s not enough #got me remembering how human beings are supposed to live #peach rambles #(if you guys do something else to this post. i will end you /j)

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Going to see lord of the rings in theatre next week so yeah maybe life is good after all

#do you remember the shire mr. frodo??? do you remember the taste of strawberries??? #suddenly i do

[aromanticmara]

nothing makes me cry like the music when sam talks about the shire on mt doom

#DO YOU REMEMBER THE TASTE OF STRAWBERRIES MR FRODO #meg talks

[tricky-pockets]

L is crashing with me for a few months and has started bringing home desserts for me from work because I have a sweet tooth and he doesn't. Today it was chocolate eclairs.

Last night, I heard a snippet of a song my mom used to play on the piano and got real sad because I miss hearing it but didn't know what it was called. My boyfriend patiently hunted it down (it turned out to be a well-known Chopin nocturne) (Op. 9 No. 2) and held my hand while I just listened to it.

#do you remember the taste of strawberries? #sam tag 🌌

[bastard-of-a-bog-being]

Anyone remember the dinosaur egg oatmeal or the treasure chest oatmeal with the candy pieces that “cooked” to reveal dinosaur sprinkles or the treasure chests that would open to reveal gold? (I always ALWAYS ate the dinosaur eggs before making the oatmeal, I couldn’t help it.)

Remember when food came in crazy colors? When French fries were

POST CANCELLED I JUST REMEMBERED THEY STILL MAKE THE DINOSAUR EGG OATMEAL

AND I’M AN ADULT WITH A FULL TIME JOB

I CAN EAT DINOSAUR EGGS FOR BREAKFAST AGAIN

however please also enjoy the knowledge of Batman’s Gotham City S’Mores Oatmeal, something I did not know existed now and I am frankly laughing at Batman Oatmeal for no reason

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I really just love food novelties, I’m sorry

#there’s Superman strawberry banana oatmeal or whatever but it’s not as funny I’m sorry #Superman’s is like “’nutritious breakfast! fruit!’ and Batman’s is… #’I’m an adult Alfred and I’m putting graham crackers and marshmallows and chocolate chips in my oatmeal’ #’you can’t stop me I’m Batman! s’mores oatmeal! bam!’ #ryan’s ramblings #they still don’t make the treasure chest oatmeal and I am very sad but also #I do remember it not really tasting good #wish they sold the candies/things on their own tho because I hate eating oatmeal for breakfast #they can leave the purple French fries and green ketchup in the past probably #though tbf after seeing dunkaroos and stuff come back lately it wouldn’t surprise me to see E-Z Squeeze purple ketchup on the shelves again

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

Just imagine your man calling his cock "candy" and not telling you what it really means.

Like you were just having a normal lunch with him when he carefully whispered into your ear.

"Wanna eat something sweet after? I got a candy and thought you would like to have it for dessert." His voice is low and slightly hoarse.

Your eyes widen from the excitement and you nod quickly your head. You can't help but wonder how that candy would taste like. Is it strawberry flavor? Blueberry? Or maybe watermelon? God, you can't remember the last time you actually ate a candy since you are not a child anymore.

After finishing your meal, you grabbed his hand excitedly.

"Come on, let's go eat that candy!"

Your boyfriend can't help but chuckle at your innocent. Seriously, you are way to adorable and naive for you own good. He quietly smiles and lead you to your shared room. As you close the door behind you, you hear an unzipping sound.

"Uh... what are you doing?" You ask softly.

He does not even reply, only turning around and sitting on the bed. His legs are spread, only in boxers when you notice the growing bulge in his underwear. He chuckles at your shocked face.

"What, I thought you wanted a dessert?"

"That's way better than a dessert..." You whisper before approaching him with a lustful face.

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Levi, ERWIN, Jean, TOJI, Nanami, Gojo and any other men you like

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman smut #erwin smith x reader #erwin x reader #erwin smith smut #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #jean kirstein smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru smut #aot smut #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[nanaslutt]

so i just read like… ALL your gojo stuff.

now imagine… gojo not being able to hold back and wanting to breed you after you both try those aphrodisiac chocolates… ahem…

i am absolutely terrified of getting pregnant yet have the words most insufferable breeding kink, we exist

Contains: fem reader, aphrodisiacs, masturbation, no prep, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, SOOO much dirty talk, praise, so much cum.., whiped!gojo, established relationship

MDNI

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Gojo was talking soooo much shit when you sent him a link to some aphrodisiac chocolates you saw online. He would not stop dismissing that they didn’t actually work; saying none of that shit that advertised any kind of enhancement in sexual arousal ever did.

So of course you had to order the chocolates and really test it for yourselves, making a challenge out of it.

If the chocolates truly had an effect, gojo would do whatever you wanted, and if they didn’t? vice versa. Gojo was game, of course; because he didn’t think anything would happen.

“Bleh- they taste like shit too,” Satoru grimaced, chasing the horrible flavor with a strawberry soda.

“That’s probably because there’s something in them satoru…like the aphrodisiac…,” you shook you head, swallowing the bitter chocolate.

“Orrrr; crazy thought; it’s just some cheap chocolate marketed as aphrodisiacs to make a ton of money off of people like us.” he drawled, throwing his hands up in the air and waving them around when he spoke.

“I really thought you out of all people would find this kind of thing fun satoru.” you said, trying to push his buttons a bit.

“We’ll of course, chocolate and sex? I’m all over that,” he said making you laugh, “but me and suguru tried something like this for fun back in our student days, it was some kind of pill though,” his face twisted in discomfort as he spoke, “just ended up making us super sick tho, yaga got pissed, heh” he laughed, remembering the memory.

“Knowing you two it was probably some cheap boner pill you got in a sketchy bag at the convenience store.. so that might explain it.” you snorted,

He rubbed his big hand over the back of his neck, “yeah, there was like 5 other pills in the bag with it now that I think about it..” he said quietly, making you hunch over in a laugh.

The two of you went about your evening like normal, watching some comedy movie that was on and cuddling together on the sofa. When it ended you went off to change into something more comfortable as you started off to finished the laundry.

You haven’t felt anything extremely out of the ordinary yet; remembering that the package said it might take long for women to feel the affects; but gojo on the other hand was feeling mildly uncomfortable.

His face and neck were feeling warm, throughout the entire movie his big hand was placed on your upper thigh, like always. What was unusual though, was how his skin tingled when he placed it on yours, palms sweating more than usual; he just chalked it up to all the junk he had been eating throughout the day, probably upsetting his body.

When you moved back into the kitchen and started on the dishes the two of you had created in the sink, Gojo couldn’t help but hyper focus on the fat off your ass peeking out of your night shorts.

The way you moved your hips as some r&b music played quietly from the tv. He watched your muscles and tendons move together when you twisted your body around, watching your ankles cross; one behind the other; getting comfortable from where you stood.

Satoru was feeling hot all over now, a large hand coming down to grope himself over his pants when you bent over to put the dishes into the washer, poking out your clothed mound towards him, the fabric of your shorts squeezing your curves just right.

His jaw dropped slightly, breathing heavier as he got off on watching you do such a mundane task like the dishes.

You inserted the pod into the dishwasher, completely oblivious to satoru’s shenanigans as you stood up straight. You noticed when washing your hands that you were starting to feel a warmth washing over your body, and a sort of warm coil tightening in your tummy.

The lightbulb went off in your head when you realized it was probably the work of the chocolates. You quickly shut off the water, towel is hand as you whipped your head behind you to tell gojo what was happening to you; and to inform him that you were going to win this challenge.

Your motions were stopped short as you bumped straight into gojos chest, “Oh! Didn’t realize you were-“ Your words getting cut off when gojo grabbed the bottom of your face, bringing your lips to his, and kissing you hungrily.

Gojo used his other had to slide his arm around your body, pressing you hard into him, letting you feel his erection against your tummy.

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your words that tried to excape, “Sa-mm- Satoru-“ you got out between kisses. Gojo shoved his knee between your legs, putting delicious pressure on your cunt as he kissed you like it was his last day on earth.

You had to grip his hair and pull his face off of you to speak, this didn’t really phase him as he targeted your neck instead, biting and sucking on the skin there, “Fuck- s-satoru slow down-“ you moaned when he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.

“Cant, need you-“ he spoke in between his rushed love bites on your neck, moving his big hands to hold your hips as he made you rock your cunt back and forth along this thigh.

Your head was spinning a mild a minute, still trying to wrap your head around the current situation. You expected this to happen; being on the side of ‘pro aphrodisiacs and all; you just didn’t expect it to happen so soon, and for it to have such a strong effect on someone like Satoru.

“S-shit- those chocolates have you m-more worked up than me,” you tried to laugh, voice cut short by a moan when his knee nudged your clit at a particularly mouthwatering angle.

“Need to be inside you,” he ignored you, groaning against your pulse point, hot breath tickling your neck when he spoke.

Gojo was breathing so heavily, his cock feeling like it was about to rip a hole in his pants at how hard he was. “Take em off, now-“ he whimpered, referring to your bottoms as he started pulling them down your legs, panties following suit.

You helped him, gripping his hair and keeping his lips pressed against your neck while you kicked off your shorts off from around your ankles . His hands dropped down to remove his own sweats, too impatient to fully take them off as he pulled them down just enough for his cock to spring out, jerking himself off with one hand rapidly between you; hand holding your hip with his other.

“Let me put it in, please, need to be inside you now-“ he groaned, finally pulling back from your neck; and he looked absolutely wrecked.

This whole situation was giving you whiplash, but you felt bad for him. Satoru’s hands were shaking, face flushed completely crimson, and he was sweating and panting like he just ran a marathon.

He continued stroking his cock, eyes flirting between your pussy and your pretty lips while he waited for them to move, voicing your consent.

His cock was dripping so much pre it looked like he already came. Hard cock still dripping steadily onto his hand and fingers, making his strokes emit loud ‘plp’ sounds into the air.

“Yes, please, give it to me toru,” you spoke, making him let out a moan of satisfaction. You wrapped your arms around his neck when he lifted you suddenly, burring your hands in his hair and face in his neck as he slid his dick into you with zero prep, all at once.

You were greatful the aphrodisiac was in affect, making you so much wetter than normal, and in turn, making the stretch a whole less painful then it would’ve been without it.

You whined at how his massive clock split you in half effortlessly, “Sorry baby- m’ sorry-“ he apologized with a groan against your bruised neck; whatever consciousness he still had left being aware that that might’ve hurt you.

“Shit it’s o-okay toru, just give it to me- fuck-“ You tipped your head back, jaw dropping and releasing a loud whine, giving him more access to mark up your neck while he fucked into you like a mad man; legs dangling over his arms as he held you in his strong grasp, hoisting you up and down on his cock like you weighed nothing to him.

“Holy fuckkk” he whined, vibrations going through your skin, “Need to fill you up, need to fuck you full of my cum s-shit-“ Gojo was working himself up with his words, already on the brink of his orgasm only a couple thrusts in.

He was truly using you like a cocksleve as he fucked into you at an inhumane pace, heavy balls slapping against your ass, strings of your combined wetness connecting to your ass each time he thrusted inside.

He sucked harder against your skin as he felt his first high rapidly approach him. His eyes repeatedly rolling back in his skull at the rhythmic pulsing of your pussy around him.

“Shitshitshit- gonna c-cum, need you to take it all f’me” his deep voice reverberated through you, all you could do is cry and moan our strings of his name and “yesyesyes” while he fucked his first load of the night into you.

“T-take it f-fucking take it yessss” Gojo felt like he was on cloud nine, he had never felt anything like this before. Of course he loved cumming inside you when you had sex but this was different. Every neuron in his brain was telling him to fuck load after load into you; to get you pregnant.

Gojo didn’t actually want kids right now, and you were on the pill so the possibility of him actually knocking you up was low- but not if his aphrodisiac brain had anything to say about it; he would make sure to fucking try.

Ignoring the overstimulation he felt as he humped his cum into you with heavy thrusts, quickly picking up his speed again when he finished spurting the warm ropes of cum into you, making you squeal at his quick recovery.

“Pussy feels so fucking good, so fucking wet sh-itttt” he groaned, dick twitching and abs clenching as he fucked himself through the aftershocks of his orgasm, sending him straight twords another one.

“T-toru o-oh my god-“ you wimpered, body flopping around limply at the intense pleasure. His cock was drilling straight into your sweet spot and making you dizzy. You tried not to pass out as he manhandled your body, gripping you roughly and marking up your skin everywhere his insatiable lips could reach.

“Gonna knock you up baby- g-gunna give you my babies- get you fucking pregnant, yeah? you want that?” you cut off his filthy mouth by using the grip you had on his head to press his mouth against yours.

“Yesyesyes, give me your babies toru- gonna make you a daddy-“ he groaned into your mouth at your mutual need for him to fill you up.

Gojo felt drunk hearing the nickname bounce around inside his head. Gojo never thought he had a daddy kink, but in this scenario? The nickname had him feeling like he was about to come again already.

By this point, the aphrodisiac was affecting you just as much as it was him, everywhere his body touched yours felt like your skin was on fire. You tried not to lose your sanity as he was pushing your towards your first orgasm without so much as even grazing your clit.

He set you down on the ground and in one swift movement spun you around so you were facing the counter. Satoru used his massive had to grab hold of his cock, slipping it back into your drenched walls.

You both groaned in unison at the sensation. Gojo gave you both a couple seconds to relish in the feeling, pressing his balls hard against your ass before he picked up his same ruthless pace as before.

“Good fucking girl- gonna look so fucking pretty with ur belly all round with my baby shiiit” he groaned when he felt your cunt clench around him at the idea.

He brought his massive palm down feeling your cunt squeeze him, leaving a heavy spank against your ass and gripping the fat between his fingers.

“Pussy tryna fuckin’ milk me down here” he laughed, biting his lip when he watched your hand come down to rub your clit in quick circles, “Yeaahhh fucking touch your pussy for me baby, make urself cum all over my dick while i fill you up.” he instructed, clenching his jaw.

“Shit- g-give it to me daddy- cum inside me-” you mindlessly babbled, there you go again with that fucking nickname that had his balls tightening.

You feet the coil wind itself up quicker than normal at your enhanced sexual arousal from the chocolate and the now added stimulation of touching your neglected clit.

“Come with me baby, gotta feel you cum around me- please” he begged, leaving another loud slap against your ass before pulling you back on his dick roughly by your hips.

“S -shit it’s coming it’s coming i’m- fuckfuck- ngghhh” your warned, voice cutting out as you started to come around his girth while he fucked you through it.

“yeeeeeess baby- fuuuuck- milk my fucking cock fuck-“ he watched intently as your little hole clenched around him, his first load spurting out around his cock with the pressure of your orgasm, making the white ring around the base of his dick get even messier.

“I’m coming again baby- take it for me- need you to take it all, gotta make sure it t-takes” he whined, getting you pregnant still on the forfront of his brain.

Your legs would’ve collapsed on the floor if he wasn’t holding up a majority of your weight by your hips. Your nails slid against the marble as his cock rammed against your cervix, making you dizzy, broken moans getting forced out of your mouth at the feeling of getting repeatedly impaled on his cock.

You tried to gain a little bit of brainpower back to help gojo through his orgasm just like he did for you, “y-e-sss toru’ cum inside me please- i’ll take it all- be a good girl for you-“ your voice squeaked out, words getting louder at the end with how rough his thrusts were,

He leaned over your back, pressing his sweaty chest onto you while he wrapped you in a tight bear hug, not ceasing his ruthless hips, “Need you t-to kiss me baby- go-nna be instense” he whimpered against your shoulder, waiting for you to turn your head twords him to give him access to your mouth.

When you did he wasted no time in pressing his lips to yours. The two of you swallowed each others moans as his pitch got higher and higher; his tight grip was sure to leave dark bruises on your body as he held onto you for dear life at his impending orgasm.

When the coil finally snapped, he shook violently against you, hips stilling against your ass, pressing his hips as deep as he could into you while hot ropes of cum filled you up even more than his last load, making more cum spill out around him at how full you already were.

His breath was hitching into your mouth, lips doing their best to kiss you back as his jaw kept falling open as the waves of his high washed over him.

He whined and dropped his head against your shoulder when he started to come down. Gojo panted heavily against your skin, twitching in the aftershocks of his high.

“D-don’t move please” he requested, fucking his softening cock into you a couple more times to make sure his cum was as deep inside you as it could go.

“Fuck toru- feel so full right now..” you wined into the marble, wincing in overstimulation at his final few weak thrusts.

After a couple seconds he finally pulled out his cock, gulping hard as he watched his cum start to dribble out of you; making you whine at the slightly uncomfortable feeling.

He used a couple fingers to spread your pussy lips; admiring his work for a second before he used to fingers to scoop his cum back up, stuffing his thick digits back inside of you, “Gotta get that plug of yours to keep it all in,” he said, biting his lip at how soft you felt around his fingers.

“Or you could let me cockwarm you,” you giggled, turning your head back to look at him while he looked enthralled with your cunt.

“God I love you, smartest fucking girl I know.” he praised.

You fell into a fit of giggles when he scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses onto your face while he headed twords your shared bedroom.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist while he walked, keeping them snug even when he dropped the two of you on the mattress together. Gojo’s large frame laying on top of you as he reached his hand down between you to slide his semi-hard cock back into your oversensitive walls, making you hiss at the feeling, “Sorry baby- almost in,” he promised, kissing your cheeks while he fully bottomed out.

He rolled his eyes at how warm and soft you felt around his dick, sucking soft hickeys into the crook of your neck while you pet his damp hair.

“I’ll clean you up in a second my love, promise, you just feel too good right now.” he let out a short laugh against you.

“‘S okay toru, makes me feel good too.” you tipped your head forward and pressed kisses onto the top of his scalp.

“We gotta be careful with those chocolates,” he laughed, “Might acctually knock you up one day if we keep eatin those,”

“That doesn’t sound half bad,” you confessed, squeezing your legs harder around his hips.

“Dangerous words to say right now pretty girl,” he warned, smirking into your skin,

“Oh right, guess you won the bet,” he remembered, “Whacha want ur big strong boyfriend to do for you?” he asked teasingly,

“Cum inside me again, right now,” you requested after a beat, emphasizing your need by squeezing your pussy walls around him, making him inhale a sharp breath between his teeth.

“Fuck… you serious?” he smirked, lifting his head to look at you.

“Don’t keep me waiting, give me my prize toru,” you pouted your bottom lip at him, making his brain short circuit as he felt his cock twitch back to life.

You ended up taking a plan B the next morning… just in case…

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[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ FIRST KISS — GOJO SATORU.

contents. fluff + mutual pining if you squint, it’s literally just you being satoru’s first kiss <3, he’s just a loser boy beneath all his facades !!

it’s summer the first time you kiss satoru. his lips taste like the lingering sweetness of kikufuku. the cicadas are calling, and the sun finds every crevice of your skin to hug.

it’s hot outside—but you don’t mind the heat so much when it’s the fan of satoru’s breath against your skin. you can feel his hands tremble as they finds your hips. hesitant, you note as he pauses a moment before finally letting them rest against you.

“you’re eager, sweetheart,” he hums—because satoru, even dazed from the taste of you, is still persistently himself. large hands are gently cradling the curves of your waist—he’s warm there too, where he holds you and pulls you closer to his chest. he grins when you press a kiss to his jaw, rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.

“it doesn’t feel like you’re kissing me while held at gunpoint either, gojo,” you roll your eyes. your hand cups his face, thumb tracing over the swell of his cheek gently.

gojo—his lips, rosy and just a bit swollen, pout at the use of his surname. surely, now that you’ve stolen the innocence of his lips, you can spare him a bit more than that. surely, the intimacy of his given name doesn’t outweigh the intimacy of exchanging breath.

satoru—he imagines the way the name would sound from you, carefully whispered like a secret. everything you do is careful, he’s noticed, everything about you is thoughtful and soft.

more than anything, you’re careful in the way you touch him. you’re delicate in the way you let yourself explore his skin, like he’s fragile and easy to hurt. like all he’s ever known is pain. it’s ironic—someone like satoru should know very little about pain, should never feel the devastating blows at its hands when infinity leaves more than enough room for him to remain untouched.

but you’re funny like that; take him by surprise as you carve out the slant of his cheekbone with your thumb slowly enough that you might almost think your touch is enough to slice the skin.

it’s nice, he thinks distantly, being handled with care is nice. it’s not something this world affords so easily.

“this your first kiss?” he asks shamelessly, throwing you that lopsided grin of his.

am i your first? is what he means to ask. what he wants to ask. what he aches to ask.

is he your first? or are you only his? has anyone else tasted the strawberry of your chapstick? was it a different flavor before it was ever strawberry? satoru hopes he’s the only one to ever explore the flavors your lips might come in—maybe you’ll try cherry next. he’d like that.

“it’s certainly your first kiss,” you giggle, thumb moving down to trace his bottom lip, “i can feel you trembling, y’know.”

not many people catch gojo satoru embarrassed—you do, though. that enough should make you feel like god, perhaps. who else is powerful enough to feel the strongest quake? who else feels the quivers of his hands and the uncertain hesitance under his touch?

no one but you—and you’d like to keep it that way.

his face flushes a little, against his control. even gojo satoru is not above the rush of blood rising to his cheeks, even he cannot stop the hue of color that paints across his face. he’s human, after all—and he deserves to be treated as such: with the fragility of being human.

“no it’s not,” he scoffs, “i’ve kissed plenty.”

“yeah?” you chuckle, admiring the rosiness of his flesh, “name one person.”

“i don’t recall anyone’s name,” he shrugs, hands still making sure to keep you painfully close. if you pull away, satoru thinks he might die—thinks he might never recover from the aftershocks of such devastation. “no one was ever worthwhile enough to remember.”

he’s too much sometimes—but never less than enough. you snort, huffing out a small laugh that rings in his ears and makes him gulp.

perfect—you sound and look and feel and taste perfect. gojo satoru is the strongest, but is he deserving of the one thing this earth has that’s devoid of flaws? he’s not so sure. but he can try to be worthy, and perhaps that’s enough.

“well, then tell me, gojo,” you murmur, gently slipping the bandages from his forehead to fall to his neck. he’s only recently left the sunglasses behind—you like him better this way. you can see the outline of his features better, even if you do miss his eyes.

“hm?” he quirks a brow, breath almost hitching when his eyes meet yours—since when have you looked at him like that? since when have your pupils housed so much affection for him? have you always done so, and he’s never noticed?

it would be a crime to not have noticed before this, he thinks, a cruel and terrible reality of missing every soft and affectionate gaze.

“will i be long forgotten after this kiss? or has this one finally caught your attention?”

there is no prior kiss to compare yours to—but there never needs to be one after, either. this is the best kiss he’ll ever have, the only kiss he wants to have. no one will ever feel like you, he’s sure of it. no one will ever make him feel what you do, and even infinity is something that cannot protect him from the risks.

but satoru is not scared, not of you—and never with you.

so he grins, tapping his chin in thought as he hums, “give me another, and i’ll decide.”

you scoff in disbelief—amused, if anything, before shaking your head. he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him.

“you never change, gojo,” you say fondly, “do you know that?”

“say satoru,” he says quietly. it’s almost a plead—it sounds like a plead.

you smile. it’s an innocent little thing, untouched by the cruelties of life—or maybe it has, and you still find a reason to stay pure. maybe it’s the latter, he realizes, maybe you’re just resilient enough to remain unwavering in the way you love so unapologetically.

“come here, satoru,” you whisper, gently pulling his face closer as you hold his cheeks.

desperately, he needs to taste his name rolling off your tongue—so he comes closer, bridging the gap and kissing you again. and again—and he can’t find it in him to stop.

the same day satoru has his first kiss, you call him by his first name. it’s summer. the flowers smell sweet as the cicadas call, and you put the sun’s heat to shame.

he’ll always stay warm wrapped in you.

tbh this was supposed to be y’all fucking for the first time but then it just turned into this. alas, we prevail

#teepods.writings #drabbles. #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff

[abbyscherry]

ㅤㅤㅤ— 🎀 cockwarming lawyer!abby 𐚁 18+

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she’s tried so hard to focus on her work. focus mainly and solely on a new case— a case that she has wanted for months, and has finally been given the all go to take it. have at it. make it hers. but she made the mistake of working on it with you at home. she can smell your fruity perfume from here. the perfume she could spend hours smelling on your neck when she’s kissing and biting you there. can practically taste the cherry chapstick on your lips. the same one you’ve always used. she still remembers the first time you kissed and refused to let you change it. you didn’t have work today, so it was your lazy day. lounging around the apartment. catching up on your TV shows. making a new dish you had seen in your cookbook later than evening, if you wished to.

“baby?”

you hummed from the living room— or you said something, she wasn’t really sure. she sure as hell wasn’t paying any attention if you had spoken, abby was more focused on the way you licked your fingers after each strawberry you picked up from the container, and ate it. moaning at the taste. moans that always had her head spinning, no matter what the occasion was.

“can you come here? please?” god was she actually already begging? yes. did she care? apparently not. she just needed to feel you. hold you. hell, even look at you.

unbuttoning her suit jacket like she had suddenly gotten hit with a massive heat wave just from watching you, abby heaved out a quiet sigh, and leaned back in her chair. just in time to spot you walking over to her. smiling mischievously and finishing the last strawberry.

“what’s up?” came your soft voice. fingers threading through her soft blonde hair, nails scratching comfortingly at her scalp. your body melted into her touch when she’s wrapping her arms around your legs, and pulling you into her lap. your lips parting quickly with a gasp when you can feel the strap in her pants, that she always insisted on wearing just in case, against your cunt. “abs—” 

“need to feel you” was she drunk? “please. just—” god she was so weak for you. so weak for everything and anything you did that she would do anything for you. “let me feel you” she murmured, her blue— hooded eyes meeting your slightly wide yet sparkling ones and she couldn’t keep her hands in one place when you smiled down at her. 

“wouldn’t that be distracting for you, Miss Anderson?” you truly were a tease, weren’t you?

“don’t care, need to feel you” was all she said, lustfully. horny. 

her eyes watched you like a hawk. like she always did really. she never wanted to miss anything. first they trailed over the slice of your nose, to the way your lips twitched, almost into a smile at her eagerness of needing you. to your soft eyes that looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

god you were truly such a beauty. 

if she had spent any more time looking at your face, she would have missed the way you climbed off her lap, grinned at the way she bites down on her lip when you looped your fingers into the thin material of your panties and pulled them down, still maintaining eye contact. you were aware of how much that drove her crazy. “are you sure this won’t distract you? you could never really focus on anything else when i would sit on your cock, baby” you lifted your shoulders up in a small shrug, biting back a smirk when all abby did was scoff. “okay well, don’t blame me if you get none of your work done” 

abby rolled her eyes, and threw her head back slightly. the action had her completely missing you kicking your panties— oblivious to the wet patch on them, to the side, but she didn’t miss the way your fingers fumbled with her belt. the sight was enough to always have her losing all remaining cool. especially when you’d sit on your knees, giggle and wink up at her. 

her breath hitched in her throat when you climbed back on her onto her lap. the shirt you were wearing— most probably hers, rolled up just slightly and her hands quickly found home on your thighs, stroking your skin with her thumbs slowly. “just—”

“abigail, if you tell me how to sit on your cock, i will get dressed, go out for dinner alone and leave you here to finish your work” you warned, squinting your eyes down at her.

“right, m’sorry” the blonde nodding, a blush coating the apples of her cheeks at your words. what the fuck was going on? how is she the one that’s shy right now?

those blue eyes flicker to your face when you’re placing one of your hands on her broad shoulders, and for a second abby can’t fucking breathe when she turns her head slightly at the perfect time to find you dribbling a thick glob of spit on the tip of the silicone, giggling under your breath and using your other hand to spread it around. “fuck” her voice suddenly breaking the longer she watched.

her hands were quick to sit higher on your hips, while one of yours gripped her shoulder tightly when you’re running the tip of the silicone through your folds, lips parting with soft gasps, and all abby can do is just fucking stare. watch you rub it back and forth a few times, nudging it against your hole before you chuckle, your eyes flicking up to hers. you were teasing her. you knew how much she loved to see you sinking down on her cock, and you weren’t giving her what she has wanted since she got home.

“sorry, baby. you just look really cute when you’re flustered and impatient” you giggled, placing a kiss right between the crease of her eyebrows, and sinking on her strap slowly. sucking in deep breaths at the stretch. 

you were going to be the death of her one day.

your face was hot, forehead already starting to trickle with sweat when she whispered soft ‘it’s okay’ and ‘take your time’ into your ear. her bigger hands ran up and down your thighs, squeezing at your skin gently, and feathered kisses up and down your neck. as much as she needed to just to feel you close, she never rushed you.  you were right about one thing though, was she going to be able to focus? 

she was going to have to trust her gut and just take one for the team.

you, on the other hand, were not focused at all. not with how she was shifting around in her fucking chair, her hips accidentally jolting upwards and you were biting down on your lip harshly when the silicone slipped deeper, nudging against your walls. the true question was how were you going to sit here, snuggly keeping her cock warm for the remaining time she had on her work without a single piece of attention? 

just as she had went to pick up her pen for the 100th time today, abby clenched her jaw tightly at the sudden whines coming from you. you were trying so hard to bury your face in her neck and keep them muffled by her skin, but it was failing miserably. “baby, i know—” she murmured, tightening her arm around your waist. “just want you close. need to feel you. haven’t been this close to you in weeks. and m’sorry—”

you weren’t making this any easier on her, not with the way you were slowly moving around on her lap, and it’s like she can fucking feel you. the point of the pen hasn’t even hit the paper yet and she’s wanting nothing more than to push all her work onto the floor and make you cum as many times as you want. the way her arm was holding onto you had your brain cloudly, already drunk on the heavy feeling of the pine body wash she had used this morning. “abs—” you whimpered, tightening your arms around her neck, slowly rocking your hips back and forth, and letting out quiet gasped breaths with each movement.

the way you said her name had her reeling, brain going into overdrive, and grip tightening on your body. she didn’t understand why she thought this idea would work. having you in her lap, sitting on her cock, looking pretty, and waiting patiently for her to be done, would be the best idea but she just missed you so much. sure, you were in the same home as her, but to her, you felt so far away on that couch and she needed you so close that not even a sheet of paper would fit between you both.

she turns her head and presses a kiss on your cheek, hips bucking up when she’s trying to get a little more comfortable, and she gritted her teeth when you abruptly nipped and bit at her neck, warning her. your fingers still thread through her hair, tugging and pulling at random strands, trying to distract yourself— though that wasn’t helping her, for even 30 minutes give or take. already wanting nothing more than her to be done, or at least give your attention some clit. but she wasn’t even doing that. “abby, please—”

“i promise i will be done soon, and you will have all my attention, okay?” she tried to compromise, key word try— she was trying not to grind her hips up into you, and fuck you like you deserve each time you let out a whimper next to her ear, but she was regretting this entire thing. having your pretty girlfriend warming your cock while trying to work wasn’t ever going to end in a good way until you were done with what you were doing. “i need you here, please— just for a while, and i promise i will give you whatever you want” she pleaded, screwing her eyes shut tightly when you’re shifting around on her lap, the back of the strap rubbing her clit.

her words went in one ear and right out the other. you could barely focus on the way her lips moved, let alone focus on what she was saying. you were only thinking about how deep she was, how perfectly the silicone filled you up. you were soaked, no doubt about it, you were sure you were dripping onto her pants, but if you were, neither you or abby mentioned it.

the pen was moving quickly against the paper, finally gained enough composure to start writing— jesus christ, has it only been a few minutes since she asked you over here? a few minutes that you’ve been snuggly sitting on her cock? god. abby was biting back her smirks and stifling back subtle laughs when you suddenly let a out a high-pitched whine, the hand she had on your waist had moved, and slipped under her shirt and gripped one of your tits in her huge hands. pinching, pulling, and rolling your hardened nipples between her fingers. 

“you’re doing so good, baby. just sit here looking all pretty for me for a little longer” she mumbled, slowly grinding her hips up, blue eyes flickering up to your face and found your eyes fluttering closed and sinking your teeth into your lower lip. you were already so far gone that you barely registered the huge grin on her fucking face. “just keep my cock warm, and you can have whatever you want when i’m done filling this report. I’ll fill you up so good tonight for being a good girl, my good girl, okay?” was she taunting you? moving her hips so slowly, grinding up into you just to tease you, warn you of what was coming later when you finally had all her attention?

“m’your good girl” you nodded, pressing your head against her shoulder. drunk and delirious on her. her sweet yet deep and raspy voice. her pine-scented body wash. her hand on your tits, switching between the two so the other wasn’t left out. everything about her, and everything she was doing— fuck, she was only talking to you and lightly touching you, but it was enough to have more slick pooling between your legs and your body melting more into her chest. “m’your good girl” you repeated, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

“you are, baby” the blonde hummed, eyebrow quirking up, watching the way you’re slipping your hand down to between your legs, gasping into her neck when your fingers find your clit. whining in protest when abby’s quick to remove her hand from one of your tits just to grab your hand and pin your arm behind your back. “be my good girl, yeah?” she growled, clenching her jaw tightly. 

“i need—”

“i know what you need, and i will give it to you when i am finished. don’t make me shove your panties into your mouth to get you to behave, baby. although, i can’t do that, you’d fucking love that too much” she’s scoffing, tutting under her breath, and grinding her teeth together when you’re moving your hips again. 

you’re lifting your head from her shoulder when her fingers grip your chin between them lightly, smirking at the sight of your tongue running over your lips, slowly running it over her thumb. and she sucks in a deep breath when you’re wrapping your lips around her thumb, pulling it onto your mouth and sucking greedily. “yeah, there you go, baby” she nodded, jaw slack and eyes wide. “imagine it’s my cock, and let me finish up here then you can get the real thing” 

still kinda rusty, idk how to feel about this but i missed lawyer!abby 🤍🎀

#lawyer!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson smut #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby anderson fic

[spitgobbler]

BunnyOwner!Leon <3

just a bunch of blurbs and thoughts I’ve had about Leon owning a bunny hybrid hehe also my first work on here :)

pairing: fem reader x leon kennedy

tags: bunny hybrid, heat, oral sex, p in v, praise, mention of belly bulge, creampie, breeding

Owner!Leon who’s seen so much shit and decides to go down to the centre and adopt a hybrid companion so he isn’t as lonely. looking at all the cute hybrids from puppies to cats but then he stops at one particular kennel.

Owner!Leon who can’t stop looking at your long floppy bunny ears that he’s already wanting to touch with his warm calloused hands, and your pretty little cotton tail that twitches once you notice him.

Owner!Leon who approaches carefully, being mindful of your bunny nature as he gets to know you a bit more. as soon as you permit him to pet your fluffy ears he thinks to himself how petting and playing with them would be a perfect way to wind down after a long day of work.

Owner!Leon who signs the adoption papers after getting to know your sweet and gentle nature over the course of the week, it’s just what he needed in his cold and dark line of work.

and he enjoys coming home to a no longer empty house, you laying across his lap while he pets your floppy ears and unwinds with you. feeding you strawberries as a snack before a proper dinner while he listens to you chat about your day and what you did while he was gone.

Owner!Leon who glances at your lips and the way you lick the sweet red juice from the strawberries off of them, he feels the urge to kiss them. but he doesn’t. he’s your owner and he shouldn’t do that sort of thing with his precious lil bunny girl.

Owner!Leon who feel conflicted when he comes home one day and his bunny is in heat, humping her pillow desperately as she whimpers for desperate release. his cock stirring in his trousers as he tries to remember what the centre advised him to do when this happens but it’s hard to think with the way his eyes watch your fluffy bun ears flop with each hump of your hips. he just wants to tug them, just a little.

“bun, are you okay?” leon asks, sliding his boots off and moving to your side. “you look- let me call the centre and ask them how to help.”

you whine for him, “o-owner, no. my heat, need you.”

Owner!Leon who swallows thickly at the way your needy voice expresses your desire for him while you rub your messy cunt against your pillow. his dick hardening in his trousers as he wants to help but a part of him is hesitant. you were his slice of paradise, would doing this change things?

“baby, i think the center gave you some toys for your heat, let me go find them.” he murmurs before caressing your floppy ears. “i shouldn’t.”

“no! need owner to breed me,” you plead, eyes glazed over with need.

Owner!Leon who groans at your words, your pretty voice and words tying a knot of arousal in his abdomen. he can’t help but pick you up in his strong arms and laying you down onto his bed.

Owner!Leon who spreads your smooth thighs out for him, his tongue lapping at your weeping cunt and teasing your folds with a hum. your pretty pussy so sweet for him that he palms himself for even a sliver of relief.

Owner!Leon who lets you take what you want, what you need. letting you grip his locks and grind against his face, his nose nudging against your clit, making you sing so lewdly for him.

“that’s it, pretty girl.” he murmurs, his tongue guiding you through your orgasm while he holds your hips down. “so good for me, bunny.”

“m’coming! o-oh!” you moan and try bucking against his face as your eyes roll, gushing all over your generous owner’s face as he drinks it up with a low moan of his own. “thank you, thank you owner,”

he presses kisses to your folds before pulling away and caging your form underneath his, capturing your lips that he’s been dying for in a hot, heavy kiss. you moan as you taste yourself on him, gripping his strong shoulders as you soak in all the love and pleasure your owner is giving you.

Owner!Leon who listens to your pleas for more, teasing your messy slit with the tip of his fat cock before sliding in with a heavy groan from the squeeze. his brows furrowing from the pleasurable fit before thrusting his hips into you slowly before picking up to a toe curling pace.

“feels good owner,” you mewl out, writhing underneath him. “so deep, s’good.”

he caressed your face with one of his hands as he pumped into you over and over. “uh huh, anything for my pretty bunny, mm, fuck.”

Owner!Leon who flips you over and fucks you so good into the mattress. his hands tugging your floppy bunny ears as he thrusts harder and deeper into your needy little cunt from behind, making you clench the sheets and moan. groaning at the tight grip of your sloppy bunny pussy, his hands occasionally moving from your ears to your round lil cotton tail and teasing the base.

Owner!Leon who might as well also be a bunny hybrid with the way he spills his milky cum so many times into you till it’s giving you the cutest little bulge in your tummy. breeding you over and over, he rocks his fat tip into your sweet spot till your heat is over and you’re both spent. no matter how tired he was, he would be a bad owner if he didn’t help his precious bunny through her heat, wouldn’t he?

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #hyrbid #bunny!reader #hybrid!au #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x fem!reader #owner!leonkennedy #owner!leonkennedyxbunny!reader

[2hightocare]

INFATUATED!

“In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman.” — mini series ❦︎

Synopsis: The feeling of finding a person who makes your tummy do cartwheels everyday, no matter what the situation is.

Pairings: nonidol!jungkook x fem!reader

Warnings: super cute duper fluff, jk being the epitome of every girls dream man. Argument, oc crying, Jungkook wasting money on oc, banter, cussing, flirting. Js super cute cliché shit…

a/n: they’re my babies… they’re so ‘tear in my heart’ coded but after this I might be inactive. I have a paper due in three weeks 10 pages long so…. Plus in my free time I’m working on a series that I will drop the teaser and aesthetic maybe later or tmr🤍🤍🤍 enjoy!! Kithes.

Falling in love with Jungkook was so easy that it scared you. He did everything right, and whenever there was something wrong, he would do anything in his power to make it right. You thought it was too good to be true, and he would just disappear into angel dust if you blinked too fast.

“How do you feel?” Your boyfriend moves your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead in the process. “Warm.” You talk about the fever you have. The covers that were wrapped tightly around you are shredded from you. “Hey!” You pout, shaking from how cold you feel even though the air is off and it’s not cold. “You’re not going to get better, baby.” He pouts back at you, holding the covers tightly on his chest as you try to fight back for it.

“I'm freezing,” you whine, your eyelids fluttering shut as his palm touches your face.

“You’re burning, baby,” he lets you know while sighing.

You had gotten sick yesterday, which had started with a sore throat. You had thought when you would have woken up today it would’ve been gone; spoiler: it got worse.

Jungkook makes his way to his kitchen, opening up the gray cabinet in front of him. He pulls out the tray filled with medicine his mom gave him whenever he moved out around four years ago. He pops open the pill container, taking two small white round pills out before grabbing a water bottle and making his way to you, who’s curled up on his couch.

Jungkook feels like shit whenever he can’t do anything to make you feel better. It didn’t matter what it was; he would do anything in his power to make you feel better. Seeing you sick, your face red from how hot you are, your eyes closed, and curled up from how cold you felt had him thinking that if he could take away your sickness and be sick instead, Jungkook would choose that option in an instant.

He hands you the pills and the water bottle and watches you take them one by one. He remembers when you gawked at him when he took 4 pills at once and learned that you have a fear of the pill going down the wrong tube.

He also remembers that you prefer pills and injections instead of just medicine syrup. Which baffled him, to say the least; how could someone prefer an injection instead of just strawberry-flavored syrup? He laughed at you, which you just shrugged because it was the truth; you preferred to get poked by a needle than just drinking something.

“That’s actually crazy.” Jungkook throws his head backwards as a laugh rips out of his chest. “It’s nasty. I don’t care what flavor it is. I would literally throw it up.” You scrunch your nose, remembering the taste of the medicines your parents literally shoved down your throat so you could get better.

“Don’t get me started on how anything medicine strawberry flavored gives me PTSD till this day.” You shiver from the thought, which has your boyfriend laughing at you.

“I can’t breathe,” you say, your voice scratchy from your sore throat as you breathe from your mouth. “I should’ve enjoyed breathing when I could,” you joke, watching your boyfriend's eyes twinkle. They had a small glimmer to them, making you wonder how that could possibly happen and why you haven't seen it before with anyone else.

Jungkook had no clue how he ended up here… with a girl he met in a chemistry class that accidentally dropped sulfuric acid all over the floor alongside the beaker smashing into tiny pieces. He watched how your eyes widened as a small piece of your hair dropped beautifully in front of your face out of the low ponytail. You had tied it with a blue latex glove as a hair tie since you didn’t have one after no one in class had one to let you borrow.

That was two years ago; now here he was taking care of you as you struggled to breathe from your congested nose.

“Can I get my blanket back?” You pout at him, which he only shook his head with a chuckle.

….

“Get whatever you want,” Jungkook gave your ass a little tap as you entered the makeup store, your eyes widening from excitement. “Don’t say stuff like that,” you give him a look, which has him tilting your face up with his hand.

“Why, baby?” He chuckles, pecking your pouted lips.

“Because it makes me feel things, duh,” you whisper into his lips. He smiles into your mouth. His lip piercing sends cold shocks through your body that has you playfully shoving him away, remembering where you guys are.

“Get whatever you want, and then we can go to the bookstore,” Jungkook picks up the black and white striped little Sephora bag before pointing in front of you to walk.

You giggled as you started looking for the things that have been sitting in your phone cart for a while now. Jungkook follows behind you, stopping whenever you stop to look at the shelves for something before you drop the product in the basket in your boyfriend's hand.

“That’s really cute,” Jungkook mentions the lipstick tester you have in your hand. “You should get it,” he says, tilting his head at you, watching you open the lid being met with a reddish-dark color.

“Don’t you think it’s too dark?” You look up at your smiling boyfriend.

“What?” You giggle as you stare back at him. “You look beautiful,” he says casually, reaching for your beanie and pulling it down a bit more, fixing it. “You literally want me to die right now,” you joke. “Baby!” Jungkook laughs at the tone of voice you used.

“You can’t keep saying things like that without expecting me to literally melt away,” you lean your body onto him while he wraps his strong hands around your much smaller frame as you look up to him.

“I just say whatever is in my mind at the moment, princess,” he explains, giving your waist a small squeeze, making you squirm as the feeling made you ticklish. “Ah!” You laugh as his fingers dig into your rib cage, tickling you.

You push him away as he tries to continue to tickle your tummy. “Stop!” You laugh, trying to get away as far as you can from him.

Jungkook stops when he sees two girls around your guy's age pass beside you both with judging eyes. “Someone’s mad...” Jungkook whispers into your head as you just shake your head with a laugh.

“Let’s leave, I got everything,” you giggle, intertwining your fingers with him, making your way to the line.

When you guys finally get to the line, you are met with a pretty blonde girl, her dimples carved into her skin when she smiles up at you both. “Hi, is that all?” The girl said, you take notice of her name tag.

“Yes, that's all, thank you,” you smile back. “Find everything you wanted?” Genesis asks, as she starts scanning the products. “Yeah, thanks,” you say, playing with the strings of your hoodie as you see the price rise with each scan.

“Card or cash?” Genesis says, as she points to the credit card reader.

“Card,” Jungkook says before you could reply. He pulls out his black card from the back of the phone case, before scanning it through the white card reader without looking at the price. The machine makes a small sound, “here you go, have a wonderful day!” The girl says ripping the receipt before putting it into the white and black bag, handing it to you.

“Thank you, baby,” you say as you walk out the door of the store, Jungkook smiles at you before shrugging. “The least I could do, princess,” he gives your hand three small squeezes, which feels like he’s squeezing your heart as well. “It was expensive as fuck,” you pout at him. “How much?” He asks, “a thousand.” You cringe, scrunching your nose up at realizing the astonishing price. “That’s it?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow before reaching to the passenger side of his car.

“What! You’re crazy,” you say, giving him a slight swat. You watch as the side of his lips quirk up, making you mirror his actions.

“I love you,” you pout, as he leans into his car. “And I love you so much more,” he says, pulling you into him from your waist.

You tipped toe to reach for his lips, his lips mold with yours perfectly as you both were pieces of a puzzle. “How do you want the kiss?” He asks, giving your waist a squeeze. “What is this, a drive-thru? I get to ask what type of kiss I want,” you giggle, letting your forehead drop onto his chest which rumbles with a laugh.

“You get to ask whatever you want from me,” Jungkook rubs your back softly on top of your thick hoodie. “Oh shit,” your eyes widened as you saw the small print of your makeup on his black shirt when you raised your head upwards. “What?” He looks down to his shirt where you’re rubbing your fingers on the dirty print.

“I just ruined your shirt, baby, ahh!” You freak, which has Jungkook laughing while trying to reassure you that it’s fine and he’ll just wash it when he gets home.

As much as you guys had moments like this, you guys had your disagreements. They weren’t as bad where they ended in screaming matches or end up not talking for days, you guys usually make up the same day before going to bed. Jungkook loathed going to bed whenever you two fought; he felt compelled to make things right before even considering sleep.

“Why are you making me feel bad?” You say, your voice cracking, which echoes the fractures in Jungkook's heart. “I’m not, baby. It’s just... I can’t do anything about it,” Jungkook tries to reason with you.

“She was literally all over you, and you didn’t stop it,” you feel your eyes start to water before staring down at your converse.

“She’s my mom's best friend's daughter; I can’t just tell her to fuck off, y/n. I backed off. I can’t control what she does,” Jungkook raises his voice, a tear falling down your cheek as he addresses you by your first name, a departure from his usual endearments, which feels like a knife to your chest.

“Okay, then,” you nod, tears starting to cascade down, smudging your makeup in the process.

Jungkook's throat tightens; he feels like he can't breathe, feeling like shit. He watches you wipe your tears, small sniffles escaping your mouth. “I’m going to go,” you sniffle, turning your back to him and reaching for your bag.

“No, don't leave, let’s talk this out,” Jungkook implores, turning you around to face him. He reaches for your cheeks, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down your puffy cheeks. “You’re hurting me,” you say, with a sniffle.

“I know. I’m fucking sorry, baby,” he feels his heart racing, wanting to die for making you feel bad for caring about him.

“Why didn’t you push her away or say something? You made me look fucking stupid, Jungkook,” you cry, recalling the pang of feeling as Kailey flirted with him in front of his family, and he did nothing to stop it, leaving you feeling small and insignificant.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he kisses away your tears, trying to soothe the ache in your heart. “I promise I’ll shove her off whenever I see her, and if I have the chance to avoid her, I will,” he whispers into your cheek with each kiss he leaves on your face.

“Promise?” You whisper, finally meeting his worried eyes.

“Promise, baby,” he whispers back, holding eye contact with your red, puffy eyes.

“I hate making you cry; please forgive me,” Jungkook pulls you into him, hugging you tightly as if afraid you'll slip away. “I forgive you, just don’t do it ever again,” you sniffle into his chest, feeling the throb in your heart melt away.

“I love you,” he says, swaying you both in the middle of his living room.

“I love you,” you sniffle.

….

"But the Maze Runner is so good," you literally whine at your boyfriend, who is in the middle of changing his shirt.

"Yeah, but not as good as Spiderman," he says, poking his head out the shirt hole with a grin.

"Okay, true, but the Maze Runner is just as good; you need to read the book to understand," you mumble, trying to separate a piece of hair from your mouth as you curl another strand with your wand.

"You just have a huge crush on Dylan O’Brian, let’s be honest," your boyfriend chuckles, sending you a look through the mirror, to which you just roll your eyes back at him, acknowledging a) that he was right. b) he was literally right.

“Says the boy who had a crush on Fluttershy when we watched My Little Pony,” you say, giving him a 'don’t try me' look. His jaw falls before giving your hair a tiny soft pull.

"You said you wouldn’t bring it up," he laughs before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Well..." you just shrug.

“Fluttershy reminds me of you,” Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers playing with your freshly curled hair. “Until you act like a brat,” he tugs on your hair, making your head snap backwards, where he leaves a big fat smooch on your lips.

“Okay, princess, let’s go,” he says before unplugging the curling wand wire, grabbing your bag and coat, before holding your hand and leading you outside.

#jungkook #bts jungkook #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jjk #bangtan #jungkook x reader #fluff #bts jk #jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #established relationship #jjk fanfic #jk fanfic #fanfic #bts fluff #bangtan smut #bangtan fluff #jeon jungkook #jeon jk #jeon jungguk #jeongguk #bts x reader #bts smut #kpop fluff #bts masterlist #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jungkook masterlist

[churipu]

WHAT REMINDS THEM OF YOU 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. gojo satoru, megumi fushiguro, itadori yuuji

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. just pure fluff :D

note. i was going to write some hurt comfort — but then i figured that i wanted to keep myself sane for today :>

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

anything strawberry. scent, taste — anything strawberry.

gojo remembered when the first time he brought you home some honeoye strawberries after a mission since it was in season. the way your eyes just lit up at the sight of strawberries made him happy, and from then on — gojo looks at a picture of a strawberry or even smelled strawberry from god knows where.

he just thinks of you.

one time gojo saw a rabbit eating a strawberry while scrolling through his social media, and he wasted no time sending the video to you with a small message: "you <33"

or the other time gojo sees a bucket cap with strawberry motives and he just had to get it for you. the male waited in line for half an hour for that hat (and he had to "fight" a kid for it, he won in the end because the kid moved on to a duck motive hat instead).

"baby, look what i got you — strawberry scented bath bomb. it was the last one on stock, and i had to argue with a lady over it," he happily bursts through the door, boasting while raising what seemed to be a bath bomb.

gojo just knows when you change your usual brand of strawberry lip balm. it took him a peck and he asks you, "did you change your brand? this one tastes weird," he wipes his lips.

"they were out of stock, 'toru."

"why didn't you say so?" he cooed, kissing the bridge of your nose, "i'd go to the other side of the earth to get you one, y'know?"

you chuckled, "or, i could just wait for it to stock back . . ."

"nonsense!"

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

the smiths.

he finds it amusing when you start quoting that one scene from 500 days of summer, "i love the smiths . . ." and he just unexpectedly replied with, "sorry?"

but that time — he didn't know that he was "unknowingly" going along with it. confused, he had to question you about it, and when you told him it was from a movie. megumi finally understood and thought that maybe you really liked the movie.

he was wrong. it wasn't the movie, it was the smiths. so now, every time he sees anything or hears anything about the band, he finds himself thinking about you — but he'd never actually say that. megumi often listens to their songs just so he could understand when you talked to him about it.

also, quoting the movie was now a habit for you two. you just go, "i love the smiths," out of the blue and megumi will continue it (even if he says that it's pretty corny).

megumi loves it when you listen to the smiths out loud, singing softly to the tune. the male tries really hard to get you unofficial merchandise, official merchandise for the smiths are actually so hard to find today — so he just had to go and make it custom for you.

"and when the double decker bus, crashes into us . . ." he heard you sing, both of your ears jammed with earbuds from the earphones, "to die by your side."

that, was your favorite song. and megumi made it into a custom painting of you and him as if the two of you were in that one scene in 500 days of summer. i'm not kidding.

𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐉𝐈

mochi skin. the texture, the flesh. it just reminded him of your cheeks — it's so squishy and soft. every single time he buys a mochi, he makes sure to do something that he calls a squish test.

where he squishes the mochi, and then squishes your cheeks. if they don't feel the same, yuuji gets rid of the mochi and gets another one (he eats them).

"it doesn't feel the same y/n, i don't like it," he whines out softly, tossing the mochi into his mouth — he angrily takes out another bill of cash to buy another mochi.

"yuuji, why does it have to be the same again?" you asked him, hands inside your pockets.

"because . . ." good point. why?

the male prompts to ignore you and buy another one (three others) to make sure they are the same texture as your cheeks. it's something he does — if a mochi he buys doesn't feel the same way like your cheeks does.

he eats them or lets you have them.

if it does.

he also eats them or lets you have them.

it's just something he does for fun, so he could always remember you. and when you're not there with him — yuuji makes sure to buy at least five before coming over to visit you so he could do the test.

when he's not feeling like it but he misses you, he takes a video and sends it to you with a caption: "i miss you."

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