He Was Like Extra Daddy In This

my suguru brainrot is going fucking CRAZYYYYY chat. my god

THANX FOR TAG!!!

★ juna - clairo

★ 燦々 - afterglow

★ the greatest - billie eilish

★ casual - chappell roan

★ rebirth and karma - my dead girlfriend

tags: @aizawaz @s41l0rm00nz @kozuwhore @mahgyu and anyone else :3

put 5 songs you listen to, post it, then send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers

Ok ok, my babies, i love them so much (would listen a 10 hour loop of each one)

My good looking boy - Suki Waterhouse

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Lust for a vampyr - I Monster

I like the way you kiss me - Artemas

Mary on a cross - Ghost

@mrsshabana @blaubeeren @signedeclipse @sleazysquid idk who else lol

going in ur bed after work has to be the most rewarding thing

somethings purring… oh wait

My fallopian tubes are tingling

Artist: thatsallitchief on IG

guys he wants me so bad (he doesn’t exist)

"I can't stand events like this..." Kento grumbled, huffing as he fiddled his cufflinks into place. He sighed, looking to you and holding his arms out, dull resignation on his face. "Alright?"

You looked him up and down; long legged, filling his shirt and dress slacks like he was poured into them, effortlessly handsome with slanted eyes and high cheekbones. You staggered into your heels, giving him a wistful sigh.

"Amazing, as usual. And here I am, looking like warm coleslaw."

Kento scoffed, pinching your chin to turn your face up to him, liquid adoration in his eyes as you bit your lip.

"Hardly. I can only aspire to your level. But, when I get you home..."

"We'll probably be too peopled-out for anything. Even each other."

Your faces matched up, in grouchy resignation. Carried by social obligation, Kento grabbed the car keys, reaching to open the door. Your phone rang; you answered.

"Hello?" A tinny response, apologetic. Your eyes shot up to Kento, holding one hand out to him; a pause order. The thrill in your eyes did not match the tone of your voice.

"Oh, no, you're ill?" Kento's eyes widened, his hand reaching slowly to hover his car keys back over the hook.

"The party's cancelled?" Kento almost convulsed with delight, his fingers dropping his keys with the barest flourish. He loosened his tie, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Gosh, what a shame, we were so looking forward to a night out--" Kento kicked off his shoes in one fluid movement on the way to the kitchen, almost dancing round the corner.

"--I know, we bought wine and everything, it's okay, listen--" Kento walked back past you; said wine was uncorked and paired with two glasses. Kento's shirt was unbuttoned to his navel with a loose, hanging tie, and a bag of snacks pinched between his teeth. He beckoned you to the sofa, and you flapped a hand at him, grinning.

"--listen, I'm gutted. I'm so disappointed--" Kento shot you a look, and you smirked, "--but we'll just do a raincheck, okay? Okay."

Kento walked up behind you, impatient, and you stifled laughter as he picked you up around the waist, and carried you, tossing you onto the sofa.

"--okay-- yeah--" Kento's fingers reached for your phone, threatening as you muffled your laughter and kicked at him, "--yeah, yep-- love you too--" Kento grabbed your phone, and you called out, "--bye!"

Kento hung up, tossing your phone aside, and you squealed as he climbed on top of you, aggressively nuzzling your neck into the sofa, crushing you under his full weight.

"Thank fuck for that."

"I'm so happy I could cry, Kento--"

"--let's order dinner--"

"Yes!"

"Yes." Kento groaned, pressing hungry, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, tasting the perfume from your skin. "And while we wait..."

You heard the clink-clink of his belt buckle being undone, and you laughed, your cancelled plans making way for moans and sighs.

i need jiro kirisaki in a way that concerns femininity. That’s my man he just don’t know it yet 👩🏽‍🦱 we together in my head

i look at nanami and feel like ash baby

meanie cho has everything i need. FUCKCKCKCK

contents: smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact! mean choso x reader, reader has a pussy but otherwise no gender descriptors, overstimulation, p in v, petnames (baby), multiple orgasms

Choso gets mean when he gets into it.

At first, he’s so nice, so sweet. Whispering praises into your ear, slowly pushing his thick fingers into you, scissoring you open.

He swallows your small gasps with his kisses, moaning into your mouth. He fully gets off on your pleasure, even though his aching cock lays neglected in his boxers, precum slowly darkening the fabric.

He watches you with adoration, cooing about how well you take him. “You look so hot like this, I can’t believe this is happening right now,” When you whine for more, he immediately obliges, pushing yet another digit into you, causing you to grip his shoulders, mouth shaping into a small o.

“Choso, I need your dick inside me now or I might die,” you gasp, grabbing his wrist and slowing his ministrations. Choso whines at your authoritative tone, and it’s with shaky hands that he pulls off his boxers and aligns himself with your sloppy cunt.

“Fuck, okay, let me just, fuuuuck–“

Once he’s inside of you, all bets are off.

Legs pressed to your chest, squished under Choso’s weight, you’re used like his personal fleshlight.

His cock plunges in and out of you, stretching you out and molding you after him, repeatedly hitting your g-spot in a way that makes white-hot pleasure burn through your body and your toes curl.

You cry out, arching your back into him, as Choso burries his flushed face in your neck and whines at the way your pussy grips him so tightly.

“Shit, baby, you’re perfect,” he moans, tone slightly high-pitched. You grip his shoulders, nails raking down his back as you attempt to ground yourself, to stay sane with the way his hips smack against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Right as you think you’re gonna break, Choso’s thumb reaches down to rub firm circles into your clit, immediately hurtling you over the edge. You cum with a cry, walls clenching down on his cock.

Choso’s pace doesn’t relent on you as he looks at you with a smile, slowly luring you into his trap.

“You can take one more, right baby? For me,” he coos, and you gape at the man who’s usually so sweet to you.

“Cho, ‘m gonna break if you–“ Your eyes immediately roll back, as he finds your clit again, rubbing messy circles. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist, but he merely takes your hand and pushes it into the sheets beside you. Your other hand tangles in his hair, eyes rolling back as you come again.

Black spots dot your vision, mouth opening in a silent scream as your legs begin to shake.

Choso watches every reaction, feeling his core tighten at the way your gooey walls flutter around his cock.

“There you go, baby, thaaat’s it,” he whispers, kissing the tears rolling down your cheeks away. It’s not long before he comes too, white robes of hot cum filling you up.

His hips stutter as he fucks you both through your highs before he stills, letting your legs drop to your waist as he practically collapses on top of you.

You lay there, catching your breaths before you slap his back lightly. “You’re so mean, Cho!” you say and Choso grins, kissing your cheeks.

You can feel his cock inside you, still fully erect and you gasp. “How are you still hard?” you whine and Choso kisses you all over your face.

“Can’t help it, you’re so hot,” he complains, hips experimentally grinding against yours. A strangled moan leaves you at the oversensitivity.

“Fuck, Cho, slow d– dooown!”

“I thought we were just getting started, baby?”

thank you for reading!

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