Just As You’re About To Enter The Kitchen, You Feel A Solid Grip On Your Shoulder.

just as you’re about to enter the kitchen, you feel a solid grip on your shoulder.

‘what job does your ass have in the kitchen at-‘ he tilts his head towards the clock ‘at 11 fucking pm?’ his eyebrows are raised, his face full of questions.

‘i’m just gonna go fix myself something to eat’ you reply.

‘i just fed you an hour ago you gremlin’ his face scrunches.

‘i know ryo and i love you for that, but i’m still hungry’ you pout.

unbelievable.

he just wants to sleep (possibly cuddle with you) so why are you ruining it for him?

and “fix yourself something to eat?” don’t make him laugh, that’s his job.

inhaling his frustration, he struts into the kitchen, and opens the fridge to pick out a few items ‘i should charge you for the things you make me do’ he glares at you as he puts on his “chef@work, do not disturb” apron.

‘but you love it when i make you do stuff for me’

that, he cannot argue with.

a few minutes pass by and the smell of whatever he’s cooking, fills the air.

‘ryo how much longer!? ‘m starving. you can even hear my stomach grumble’

he stops mid stirring as he sets down his spatula, and turns to you with a glare-

‘i don’t fucking recommend it but try cooking for once before you run your mouth. brat’ he rolls his eyes.

you giggle at this, knowing that the world may come to an end before the sukuna lets you anywhere near his kitchen.

yeah no, as long as you’re tied to him (which is forever) you’re gonna eat what only he cooks.

as hunger takes over your rational thinking, you waddle into the kitchen, your hands wrapping him from behind as you plant a kiss on his back.

‘you have amazing back muscles, has anyone ever told you that?’ you squeeze them to prove your point.

‘get your grubby hands off of me you freak! and here, eat this and get your ass to bed’ he says as he hands you a plate.

you take it to the table and settle down, ready to delve into the food.

shoving a spoonful of it into your mouth ‘mhmmm! oh my god- this tastes so good ryo!’ you look at him.

‘i bet, and chew your goddamn food properly’ he tsks, finger reaching out to wipe off the sauce at the corner of your mouth.

yeah he’s sleepy, but he’d never let you go to bed hungry.

(rblog if you find chefs hawt🍜🤘🏼)

-18 DNI

P in v, roomie!Satoru, perv!reader, mild breath play,

Roommate!satoru has the biggest cock you've ever seen.

Once upon a time, he made the mistake of leaving his door open whilst he showered, thinking his pervy little roommate was asleep, little did he know she was Riiiight behind the door, jaw dropped and red faced.

Since then, that's sparked an interest- No, an obsession, with all things satoru. From sniffing his boxers to shooting guilty glances at your lockscreen, him while you trail your hands down to the apex of your thighs.

Once, he left for a mission to exorcize a curse in central Tokyo, and you never left his room. You rutted on his pillows, rubbed his silken sheets up and down your bare breasts when Creek!.

Fuck.

As he opened the door, looking absolutely exhausted but still flawless as usual, his eyes widened. "Y/n." He groaned. "You little creep..."

But there wasn't enough time to apologize before he forces you onto all fours, his plump head was shoved Into your gummy walls. "Fuckin needed to get this- Ugh- out on someone." He says, though it's more of a moan then words.

Feeling a hand slowly wrap around your jugular, you flip your head back to look at him "Toru.. wh-" you manage out before he cuts off your air supply and thrusts harder, removing pressure and adding it over and over again.

You wake up, laying beside him, completely wrapped in him yet still feeling completely comfortable.

Wow, was that a night...

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starswillcollide

1 month ago

Not my art!!!

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starswillcollide

1 month ago

“you’re really goin’ for it, huh?” FRATBOY!SATORU rasps over the loud, wet squelch of your cunt as it sucks his cock down. you can’t even talk—just whimper these pitiful little “uh, uh, uh” sounds every time you slam onto his dick, while he just lounged back on the shitty couch of the frat house, smirking like a dick.

his thick, veiny cocks splits you wide, hits balls-deep, and he eats it up, loves how your thighs shake and pussy drips. “aw, fuck, look at you,” he purrs. “already dumb as hell on my cock. poor baby can’t even spit out a word.”

“s-satoru…” you try, but it’s a whiny mess, lost in the loud clap of your ass against his thighs. he cackles, head tips back, white hair’s shoved back under a backwards cap, messy and sticking out at the edges, giving him that fratboy douchebag look that’s somehow still hot as hell. “that’s it? my name and some drool? fuckin’ sad.”

he thrusts up, hard and mean, rams his cock so deep you shriek, pussy clamps tight, juices squirt down his shaft. “fuck... pussy’s so wet i should feel bad for you but shit’s hot—look at that cute little face." his grabs your chin rough, tilts your face as spit rolls down from your slack mouth and he smears the drool over your lips with his thumb, grins wider at the sight.

you want to say something, anything, but your head’s empty, legs wobble as you ride him and he watches, like he feels sorry your brain’s mush on his dick already. another thrust, grinding your sloppy cunt harder onto him, and you whine, loud, needy, pathetic and satoru grins. “there it is. that’s my girl.”