Wanted Tew Hop On :p

okay my brain really gmfu because yesterday i was like yeah i don’t really want a relationship or anything until i finish schooling. bro. i just had a dream i was dating the irl equivalent of choso and i really am bout to FUCKING KMSSSSSSS i need to lock in

my stomach hurts

i love my funny oomfs

waxing time with your boyfriend. ryomen sukuna (sfw)

cw: fluff, crack, sukuna is too confident.

After yet another groan of pain, you rip off the strip of hard wax from your inner thigh. “Fuck…” you curse.

The wax has gripped all your hairs well, and you raise an amused eyebrow, holding the strip up to the light to observe the satisfying bulb pulled out from the root. Waxing has always been a monthly routine for you, a way to maintain your body to feel good with smooth, soft skin — and not to please your boyfriend who clearly doesn't care about your body hair.

And you thank him for that.

Sukuna is not the kind of boyfriend who complains or cares about your appearance. While many partners refuse to have sex with their girlfriends over body hair, knowing that Sukuna is not one of them soothes your nerves when his angry/irritated side shows. You even accept closing your eyes when he yells from the other end of the apartment that he's hungry and wants his “woman” to make him some food.

With a smirk, you stir a wooden stick to mix and then take some more wax from your wax warmer. The next strip is inevitably painful, located along the bikini line. The particularly sensitive and thin skin around this area never fails to elicit a squeal of pain when you rip the hairs from this spot.

And that’s exactly what happens.

Your sharp cry of pain catches the attention of your boyfriend, who stomps into the room, growling. He leans against the doorway and crosses his tattooed arms over his chest. “What is it now, woman?”

“I rustle up a magic potion,” you reply tartly.

Without leaving the room once, you finish waxing your bikini line, one hand armed with a cold compress pressed against the irritated, slightly reddened areas.

Sukuna steps over the distance between you and lowers his nose towards your wax warmer to sniffle it. “This is really a stupid thing humans have invented.” He rolls his eyes.

“Well, this ‘thing’ hurts a lot,” you clarify, hopping in place because the irritation annoys you, and the best way you’ve found to cope is to hop around to distract yourself.

“Pfff. You’re just an overdramatic crybaby. It can’t hurt that much.”

Your eye twitches and a vein bulges on your temple. “Oh yeah?”

A few minutes later...

“THIS IS SORCERY! GET IT OFF ME!” Sukuna yells, one foot propped on the edge of the bed with a long pink wax strip along his hairy calf.

On your side, you’ve been laughing uncontrollably for a good five minutes, tears in your eyes and your stomach almost painfully contracted from laughing.

“STOP LAUGHING, WOMAN! I’LL KILL YOU!”

And as you’re about to pull the wax strip, you grip the lip with your fingertips to yank it off sharply.

Sukuna lets out a scream as high-pitched as a little girl’s or a bat’s while your even louder laughter echoes in the room.

WAYGHGHHH

Sillykuna lol

LMFAOOOO i think i like these songs ????

Is this thing on……..

teeth and ambitions are bared… also chest

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

cw :: degradation + praise . choking . slapping . daddy kink

toji fucks you like he hates you.

obviously, he doesn’t, despite his sass, he loves you more than anything. but when your hips meet back against his in such a lewd manner, he can’t help but lose control.

“f- fuuuck, toji, please — “ you whine, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. he has you in missionary, a hand wrapped around your throat as his hips snapped into you at a ferocious pace. “pleasee, what? use yer words, ‘lil girl,” he mocks, a sick grin on his face. beads of sweat formed on his hairline, his tongue swiping across his scar.

“don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you cry out, your legs limp spread against the sheets. your gaze never strays from his. “nuh uh, hold that shit,” he growls, his hand tightening around your throat. “yer g’na cum with me, make a mess all over this cock, fuck, y’wanna be my messy girl, hm?”

your eyes roll to the back of your head and threaten to close from the overwhelming amount of pleasure toji was giving you. you quickly come to when he tauntingly slaps your cheek. gently, of course. “keep those fuckin’ eyes n’me, baby,” he stares down at you with half lidded eyes, “yeahhh, there you go. hi, angel.”

his thrusts become a little more sloppy now, his hands moving down to wrap around your waist, his cock reaching impossibly deeper. threatening to kiss your cervix. “toji—!” you cry, and he slaps your clit, the action making your body twitch. “tch, thought i taught you better than that,” he chides and shakes his head, “s’not my name right now, girl.”

you whine, and correct yourself. “daddy, please, need you t’fill me up, shiiit,” you begin to babble, it becoming a little more challenging to hold back the orgasm you were on the brink of. “thas a good girl, mhm,” he speaks lowly with a shit-eating grin stretched across his lips, “s’right. you wanna feel my load in you, hm? want daddy to stuff you full?”

you nod, eyes puffy. “yeah, yeah, wan’ it so bad,” you cry, and he nods. “since y’ asked so nicely,” he snickers, “hold onta me, girl,” and you immediately oblige, your wraps reaching up to wrap around his broad shoulders. his hips begin to stutter into you, and he finally slams into you with a moan of his own, spilling his load into you. lots of warm, long spurts of hot cum paint your inner walls white, and your ears ring.

your own orgasm has you spasming around him and he rests his sweaty forehead in the crook of your neck. “fuuck, milkin’ me dry, lil’ girl,” he groans, placing hot open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. “took me well, hm? did s’good.”

your lips curl up into a lazy smile, breathless pants leaving you as he just stares and admires you. ‘course he loves you, despite his body treating you like a mere dumpster for his loads. he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.