Randomly Thought Of Girldad Soshiro

randomly thought of girldad soshiro

✩ — includes: soshiro hoshina x f!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 332. reblogs are very much appreciated !!

✩ — note: ANON I SWEAR WHEN I CATCH YOU OMFGHJHAJHAJHAJDKHASV PLSSSS

soshiro had doubts in his abilities as a father, if ever the time came.

and well, it did come—but on that day, he swore that he'd do his very best to be a good father figure. (despite your husband being confident in himself in the regular sense, he isn’t that confident when it comes to fatherhood so he can’t really say that he’ll be the “greatest”.)

when it’s only hoshina and his daughter alone, he'll let his daughter play with his hair, letting her put some random ribbon clips on it. and when your daughter gets her hands on your little makeup collection, soshiro prepares himself. the way his daughter drags the brush against his skin is ticklish as he tries to hold back a laugh at the feeling since his daughter would scold him, saying, “daddy, don’t move! you’re gonna ruin your makeup!” with a little pout on her lips.

he spoils her ever so often too. whenever soshiro finds something that will remind him of his daughter, he will get it. although he gets scolded by you, the words “you shouldn’t spoil her this rotten, soshiro.” repeat themselves every time it happens. but hey, nothing could beat the sparkle in his daughter’s eyes when she saw what her daddy got her. could you really blame him?

there are times when his daughter gets fascinated by her daddy’s little fangs. always trying to poke them whenever hoshina speaks. hoshina’s fangs are also something that your daughter has inherited from him and they always peek out whenever she laughs out loud (a sound that’s music to both of you and your husband’s ear). she will always point out how pointy it is, wondering if her little fangs will grow that pointy too when she grows up.

yet as time went on, soshiro realized that he’s already doing his best to be a good father figure to your daughter. as long as she’s happy, then he’s happy. that is simply how it works.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

cheol has been so hot recently i need his kids

cw — nsfw, talk of kids & pregnancy, breeding, reader referred to as ‘girl’

“Four, Seungcheol?”

“Huh?” your fiancé perks up from his phone at the sound of your voice.

“Four kids? Three boys and one girl?”

He raises one of his thick brows at you and a smirk appears on his lips. “Is that what you want?”

“No, apparently that’s what eighteen year-old Seungcheol wanted,” you say, waving your phone screen at his face. “Seungkwan sent me a video of you asking Dino how many kids he wants when he’s older. First of all, he looks like a newborn, so I don’t know why you would ask him that. Second of all, four?!”

He stretches his palm out towards you, a curious frown wracking his features as you hand your phone to him so he can watch said video.

He watches it through, and it appears you’re right—it’s his younger self telling his members that he wants three sons and a youngest daughter.

It’s not like you haven’t talked kids with him before. In fact, it’s come up a few times before, and he’s always been considerate of you only. It’s however many you want, and if you don’t want any, that’s fine too. That’s why it’s a little comical seeing a younger Seungcheol fantasise about having so many kids when you’re almost certain he had never even been in the same room with a girl yet.

For a moment he worries that you’re genuinely mad at him over this, until you throw yourself onto the couch next to him with the cutest fake pouty frown on your face.

“Your poor future wife’s womb,” you say, shaking your head at him like you’re disappointed. “You’re so inconsiderate of her.”

“We’re talking in third person now?” he laughs, reaching over to massage your thighs.

“Well, no, because I won’t be carrying four of your gremlins.”

He gives a half-scoff, half-laugh. “I’m not asking you to, honey,” he says, growing serious for a moment. The next moment he’s grinning again, eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I remember what one of your friends told me you said to her when me and you met for the first time.”

Sweat starts pouring down your face immediately.

“You said I was so hot that you’d give me a football team of kids if I wanted.”

“I was drunk!”

“You were tipsy at most,” he corrects.

“Whatever,” you say with a roll of your eyes and the heat of the sun in your cheeks. “I didn’t lie.”

“Oh, yeah? I thought you refuse to ‘carry my gremlins’ though. Now you want a whole football team?”

“Seungcheol!” you exclaim, smacking at his arm for his audacity. “Why don’t we worry about just one for now?”

“Wait… really?” Seungcheol asks, his eyes shining. “I thought you wanted to wait until after the wedding.”

“It’s in two months, so it’s not like I’ll be showing. Also, it can take a couple of weeks of trying to even get pregnant in the first place.”

Okay, maybe there are a few more logistical issues with being pregnant on your wedding day, but truth be told, right now, all Seungcheol can think about is fucking you into another dimension.

“Honey, I promise that I will put a baby in you by morning.”

He wasn’t lying.

The clock nears three a.m. and Seungcheol still pounds away at you like a feral dog. Every inch of your skin is sticky with either spit, sweat, or cum. Your muscles burn from exertion, not yet aching but by the time day comes they will be.

It started off soft—kisses that were bursting with love and excitement because you wanted to have a baby. A family. Seungcheol’s touches dripped with appreciation for you, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be like this but a thousand times more when you’re actually pregnant.

Then he’d fucked you full the first time, and in the blink of an eye, the tenderness in his eyes was gone. He’d filled you up, yet suddenly, it wasn’t enough. It didn’t help that you begged so sweetly for his cum, with your pretty eyes gazing up at him, glimmering.

He’s never been immune to your eyes.

From then on his grasp had turned bruising. Now he’s got you pressed into the mattress, pouring every ounce of his weight into fucking you.

“Feels so fucking good, Cheol,” you whimper, throat dry and raspy from all the moaning you’ve been doing. Your fingers are weak as they curl into the sheets below, but you need something to cling to or else you might pass out.

“Yeah, look at you still taking it. My fucking girl,” he grunts, digging his fingers into your hips as he arches your back further down, burying his cock impossibly deeper inside you until you swear he’s in your womb. His cum from previous rounds slips out of your hole with every time he punches into you, but Seungcheol makes no effort to push it back inside—it means he’d have to pull out, and, right now, he’d probably rather die than leave the warmth of your walls that clench down on him so tight that they keep him nestled inside.

“Made for me, you know that? You and this pussy were made for me,” he rambles, leaning down until his hard, sweat-slicked chest is pressed to your back. His hot, jagged breaths nip at your ear. “Made to take my cum, to carry my kids.”

“All yours, Cheol,” you manage in a whisper. His rough hands leave your hips, only to cover your own hands as they claw at the sheets, and lace your fingers together. A reminder that he’s still your Seungcheol, your future husband, who loves and cares for you more than anything and would never do anything to hurt you. It makes your heart and your pussy clench.

“Gonna cum again, baby? Can you take one more?” he asks, with a punched out chuckle.

“Fuck- yes, I can take it,” you mewl, voice cracking, mustering up any last remaining strength in you to push back against his hips, shamelessly desperate for cock. “Wanna cum again. Want your cum too.”

It takes everything in Seungcheol not to lose his mind. He wonders how he got so lucky with you, because he’s convinced the gods made you for him and put you in this world. The fact that he also managed to find you is a miracle.

He peels himself off of you, straightens back up, and fucks into you with such vigour that you start to see stars. Or maybe it’s your orgasm, because it’s almost immediate the way your abdomen erupts with a soft glow of pleasure—he’s wrung all the energy out of you so that it’s no longer crashing waves but a gentle pulse. Still, it leaves you breathless and teary-eyed, your pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s cock, desperate for his seed.

“There it is, good girl,” he coos, watching tenderly as you gasp and shudder from the pleasure subsiding. “I’m right there too, baby, gonna stuff you full again, just how you like it, hm?”

Gentle fingers push strands of hair out of your face, his thumb wiping away the stray tears that roll down your cheek.

“Please, want your baby in me, Cheollie,” you sob.

“I’ll give you a baby. I promised, didn’t I?”

Inside your walls, his cock throbs and pulses with his promise, begging to coat your womb.

“Yes, yes, please! Want it so bad.”

You’re not sure how Seungcheol even has anything left in him, but a moment later and he’s spilling his seed inside you in spurts again, filling you up for the nth time tonight. You smile at the warmth, at the feeling of fullness that nobody but him could give you.

“Baby? Are you okay? Is it too much?” he asks, pulling out of you all too quickly after he’d come back down from his high. Your ‘perfect, doting fiancé’ Seungcheol replaces the ‘rabid animal’ Seungcheol in an instant when his head clears and he takes in the sight of you, covered in fluids and bruises and marks from his mouth and his hands.

“‘m good, just… so tired,” you say, falling to your side with a yawn, grimacing at the feeling of dried cum and spit on your skin as you move.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have kept going, I’m sorry for pushing you that hard,” he says, voice heavy. He lays next to you, stroking your cheek, his eyes glazed over with guilt.

“I would have asked to stop, I promise. You know I can take it,” you tell him, smiling assuredly at him.

“I definitely know that now.” He laughs, albeit nervously.

“Besides, you promised you’d put a baby in me by morning and there’s no way I’m not pregnant after that.”

He watches you pat your tummy and the guilt in his features vanishes then, and in its place comes smug, utterly shameless pride. He has a feeling, just an inkling, that none of this went to waste, that it stuck, that you’re right.

As a sweet slumber takes over you, the last thing you hear is your fiancé’s hushed words of “I love you,” and the feel of his lips against your forehead.

◞   ROTTEN.

꒰ satoru loves having you as his wife and spoiling you. ꒱

ᴍᴅɴɪ. 5.1k. f!reader. no curses, marriage au. domestic fluff. humor. smut. oral – m+f rec. mating press-ish. sex on surfaces. ceo!satoru x anthropology major!reader. gojo’s old money n nepotism. reader’s a sub but she’s very type a lmao so she’s a tiny dom if you squint. nsfw. reposted. 

being married to gojo satoru has its perks, the biggest being his overwhelming desire to spoil you rotten, despite it becoming a burden for you over time.

satoru is only happy if you get what you want by any means; the only problem seems to be your complete lack of desire for him to do such a thing, at least, not for material things. the first half of him courting you was a string of lavish gifts where he flaunted his wealth and showed you his promise to provide. it was bouquet after bouquet being sent to your house and your job; the first one was sweet, but the rest were obnoxious.

it was all edible arrangements and designer bags. it was impromptu trips on his helicopter if he asked what you were doing and you said you were bored, diamond keychains just because you texted him a complaint that you lose your keys too often. once he decided he wanted you, there was nothing he wasn’t willing to give you, nothing he wasn’t willing to give up, all for the sake of having you.

to him, it was just a matter of figuring out what to give you, so he simply committed to trying everything he could think of until he hit a bullseye. he was devastated to find that you thought unnecessary displays of wealth to be tactless and lacking genuine effort. it didn’t help him at all in his endeavor to gain even a flicker of your romantic attention. you reminded him that you’re a woman, not a wishlist, and from that day on—with all his eliminated options for pleasing you in tow—satoru dug deeper to try and find what might make your heart tick-tick-tick-boom for him and explode into a chaotic flurry of adoration and reciprocated devotion. this meant he needed to know you more, know you better. after that, you were most certainly doomed. he took your heart before you even knew it belonged to him. he started asking the right questions and learning your habits. it took no time at all for him to figure out you were a type a, hyper-organized neat freak with a borderline romantic obsession for your calendar. of everything, your time both means the most and contains the most intrinsic value. so satoru learned to spoil you rotten with different types of time, and that somehow led to you falling head over heels in love with a man who is genuinely your opposite in almost every way, and marrying him, too. he enriches your experiences while perfectly adhering to your specific preferences for how time should be dispersed. whatever your itinerary says is what goes, and satoru seems utterly delighted to live that way with you. everything about him is a contradiction, though. see, gojo satoru is a natural disaster of a man. he somehow pirouettes through the halls with grace but leaves a trail of his carelessness wherever he goes in the same breath. keeping him from turning your home into a brutal aftermath is a maddening feat, but being in love with him is possibly the simplest equation you’ve ever solved. living with him is a headache, and his nonchalance is excessive, but being married to him is the same thing as blinking: instinctual, habitual, something you do without even thinking of it as something that’s being done. you love it like this, moseying around his chaos in gentle frustration, being the order that reigns in some of his reckless behavior and obnoxious demeanor.

he teaches you a lot about freedom, too. he teaches you how to budge because he’s water and air; all he does is flow, shift, ebb, and flux while you’re a stockpile of earth and nothing else. you can’t be a mountain of a girl because unpredictable ridges don’t suit you. you’re more a pyramid of a girl; you’re still all earth, carved and unmoved, but your every angle is calculated and purposeful. every groove is crafted with intent. you don’t deviate from your habitual nature unless it serves a purpose. even then, the purpose must have a genuine impact. but being with satoru while simultaneously being certain of your commitment to him means that both of you have to compromise in order to coexist. it means you have to find an orderly way to navigate the monstrosity that is his erratic tendencies. 

now, it’s friday. today is a scheduled day of chaotic movements in the gojo household, and that is a compromise for the two of you. the type of busyness that takes place in this unusually large but quaint manor is organized chaos, a structured mess that only you and your husband make sense of and indulge in easily. for the both of you, navigating your sporadic bouts of time is starting to feel as natural as breathing. as it stands now, you have forty-five minutes until class; that’s forty-five minutes you have to disperse between your husband, practicality, and your commute. you need ten minutes to bustle around and get ready. you need a maximum of fifteen to get to campus. that leaves satoru with twenty to make you cum. but he’s still in a meeting for another ten minutes. the overlap is treated with caution but still disregarded as a hindrance. in conclusion, it’s friday; it’s a busy day. so naturally, satoru has you locked in his office, totally naked, with you laid back and spread out longways across his desk while he sits tall in his chair, smirking at your parted legs before dipping his head down for a taste. he’s mid-meeting with his team about acquiring yet another business to mold into a new branch of his company’s reach. you’re trying your hardest to keep quiet at the feeling of his long, slender fingers sliding in and out of you during his own responses and his tongue lapping in greedy swipes over your swollen clit when he could safely mute the call. underneath your breathy moans and quiet mewls for more, satoru’s partners all bicker about the best way to lean into successful acquisition. you hear the familiar voice of shoko ieiri flood the speaker. “if we send nanami to do it, he’ll get them convinced on the numbers, sure, but he’s not getting a signature.” “keep quiet, baby, yeah?” satoru’s head lifts, and his torso straightens. the large hand he uses to grip your thigh now reaches to unmute the call. “at this point, it’s a worthless interaction that costs me money if he doesn’t leave with a signature. not him.” his fingers never stop their gentle pumping into your hole, a lazy repetition, as he speaks. you bite your lip, but you know it won’t be enough to stop the sounds you want to make. satoru must know it, too. you see the red blink of the phone light; you whimper in both pleasure and relief. “you’re right, in that sense. the back and forth is becoming too expensive to keep dancing around an answer or a commitment. if we foot the cost to go there again, we need to come out of it with an answer.” suguru sighs after muttering his confession. you hear shoko speaking up again, but the words are drowned under the sound of your sudden moan as satoru’s fingers graze against your g-spot. all the voices on the call start to become a dizzy blur, just a rattle of endless noise. “baby,” you whine. “i can’t do this.” the neediness you freely exude only spurs him on, his mouth’s attention returning right back to the sensitive bud feeling abandoned by his tongue, your hips motioning closer to his face, closer to his mouth and his perfect tongue. “sure y’can, angel.” his voice is a warm vibration against your cunt. a palm pushes against your thigh as his lips pucker and press a tender kiss your clit. “it’s right there in your little itinerary. says it’s all me time.” and he isn’t wrong. this is his twenty minutes to make you cum as he pleases; that’s the compromise here, but he’s too languid in his movements, too loose with his grasp on the time you both have. there’s not enough of it for him to play with you the way you know he wants to. when he pulls his fingers out of you completely, panic starts to settle in, an immediate whimper of disapproval. satoru is the type that gets his thrills out of making others squirm, and even for all his love for you, you’re not exempt from that desire.

“toru, we don’t have time for this.” you whine. your voice becomes strained as he huffs, ends the call without a word, and stands, towering over you as he settles between your legs and undoes the buckle of his belt. his pants and boxers fall quickly, thick cock free, now gripped in a strong hand. the head is swollen and leaking with precum, his veins prominent all along his shaft. he strokes himself in anticipation. his blue eyes lock on to you. “this is all you have time for right now. me and all the cum i’m gonna fuck into you.” satoru grabs your hips and slides you down just a bit closer to him. it’s the last thing he says before he hooks your legs on his shoulders and guides himself right into your entrance. there’s a shaky intake of air and a soft whimper as he watches your cunt stretch to accommodate his size, snug walls clinging to his length and begging to be filled with him.

and you are desperate to be filled with him. the string of pleas for more of him, more of his cock, for all of his cum is more than enough evidence that you are. “need it on my cock, baby.” he pants in desperation rutting in and out of you. “need it sticky and messy all over my cock.” his soft, shaky pants become frantic, needy whines when he sinks himself in deep, pressing his body on top of you as his tongue swirls your nipple. your knees are now against your chest while his hand squeezes your breast and he grinds himself rhythmically into your weeping pussy with determined and desperate grunts. your cry of pleasure is accompanied by the sound of his office phone ringing diligently. “t-toru,” a ragged whine. with an audibly wet noise, satoru frees his lips from your chest and shakes his head lightly. his body lifts slightly, one hand cupping and squeezing your breast, pinching and twisting at your nipple while his other arm clutches your thigh to rock himself in and out of you easily. “can’t finish my meeting until you cum. know y’can do it, baby. perfect pussy always so good for me.” you almost can’t take it. here you were doubting him for taking his time and in only a few moments, he has your pussy leaking around his length and your body filled with so much heat, you feel like you might explode. when his playful, lithe fingers leave your nipples so his thumb can circle your clit in loving rounds, you erupt with praise and pleas for him. your gut tightens as you whimper. “yes, baby. yes, yes. so close.” your walls start to flutter around his cock and satoru gasps, a throaty groan following the feeling. “i know. god, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” it’s the whiney edge in his voice, the neediness in his tone that sends you tumbling over the edge, your heat spasming around his cock wildly as your body fills with hot bliss. “baby,” satoru whimpers, his moans breathy and hysteric. “gonna cum, baby. baby, god. your pussy is so tight, feels so good cumming around my cock.” erratic thrusts and stickiness, that’s all you feel and hear between his senseless babbling. “i love you, baby. i love you so mu—ah! cumming, baby. cumming cumming. take it. take all my cum. gonna fill you up. all me. all my cum, baby. fuck, fuck, fuck.” all of his weight falls on you like an avalanche, knees to your chest all over again as satoru buries his face into your neck and pushes himself balls-deep into your pulsing pussy. his thick cock twitches in quick succession as spurt after spurt of his warm seed spills out of him. his feathery moans are all that fill the air at the feeling of you constricting around him as he cums. the phone keeps ringing and now so do your ears, your head stuffed with so much pressure you feel light-headed. his phone finally goes silent, but across the room, your phone’s alarm sounds off and satoru whines, the weight of his body feeling heavier and heavier by the moment.

“don’t move. don’t move.” he begs in a soft whine, rutting languidly. “fucking it in, baby. don’t move. need it to stay inside.” on the outside, you’re just doing your best to catch your breath, but internally, you smile. you know him all too well. your alarm was three minutes early, as per usual, to account for his endless need to take more than what he knows he’s supposed to have. after a moment, satoru’s movement dies and he sighs softly, his lips puckering against your neck. “can you come home for lunch? will miss you too much for you to be gone all day.” “sorry, baby. no can do. i have two classes really close together. it’s unrealistic i can make it for lunch. now i love you dearly, but get your big ass off me.” he can’t stifle his laughter. “not until you tell me you’ll come home for lunch.” “satoru,” your voice becomes stern. “i have a daily itinerary to adhere to and you’re grossly aware of it.” he grumbles, “emphasis on gross.” “shut up and get off or this eats into our time later on, and you know i’ll get every second owed to me that you steal. as of right now, you have thirty seconds until i start collecting interest.” groaning, satoru rises, eyes fixated on your cunt as he pulls out. “fine, but i’m coming to see you for lunch then.” “you have a meeting approximately ten minutes after my class ends.” you remind him, to which he shrugs. “i’ll reschedule it for later on while you’re in class. i want to see you, and i’m going to, so don’t fight me on it.” and you try your best to fight off the swarm of butterflies at how casually he throws out his own events to coincide with yours. he understands you’re unwilling to budge on this particular front, and his labor of love is always willing to be moved both by you and for you. he thrives on personal chaos to fulfill your desires for order. “i won’t fight.” you promise sweetly, earning a gentle kiss to your forehead. with a loving smile, he murmurs, “that’s my baby. let’s get you cleaned up and out the door before you and your precious itinerary have a conniption.”

thus far, your day is going exactly as planned, even with the impromptu addition of lunch with satoru. it was soft and quaint, filled mostly with adoring gazes and tangled fingers as you ate. satoru did have to also work while he stayed with you, but a tiny sliver of his attention is a small sacrifice for getting to have lunch with him just because living with you, waking up with you, and going to sleep with you is simply not enough time for him. he wants all the moments in-between, too. you’re organized with time and he’s greedy with it. you leave in separate cars; though, it’s hard to get satoru to detach. you have to keep reminding him that you’re both married and share a home. it’s not until you promise that you’ll be home no later than four and he better be ready for you that he lets you go to continue the rest of your day. when you finally arrive home, you’re giggling and giddy, your phone in your hand and tapping away at the screen to alert your husband of your arrival.

you: i’ll be in our room naked for round two. only have thirty minutes until my study session. i have you penned for twenty minutes. gonna finger myself till you join. satoru: don’t you dare fuckin touch yourself. on my way.

you giggle to yourself as you enter your shared room. once the door closes behind you, your clothes and everything underneath all fall to the floor only to be tossed into a designated hamper. of course, you fit another quickie with your favorite man into your schedule since your study group will take up the rest of your time until the late evening. and right before your next event is a convenient overlap between his own meetings as well. satoru saunters into the room only a moment later, pulling his shirt off as soon as he walks in, and makes his way over to you, his mouth finding yours very easily and very roughly. “you know i hate when you start without me.” he gripes against your lips. his hand goes up to your breast, squeezing and thumbing at your nipple, earning a salacious moan from you. “i didn’t, baby.” you promise. “i kept my hands to myself.” he groans pleasurably, nodding. “as you fuckin’ should.” his head dips down to your neck, leaving little kisses there. you feel his teeth grazing against your skin like he wants to bite you but restrains himself. you tug on his belt looped through his jeans. “‘toru, can these please come off?” he nods. “gotta be quick. i have a meeting in ten.” “no,” you protest. “i had you down for twenty minutes. make them wait.” you’re giving him your best innocent eyes: eyes completely open, showing off the shape and size, irises peering into his as a silent plea. your head is tilted down ever so slightly, and your lips are set in a soft pout. it all makes you seem as if all you have is honorable, organized intent, but really, you want him to ruin you and you want him to choose you over anything else. a groan. “fuck, you know i love when you look at me like that. you’re such a little brat, always getting what you want.” you nod. “i do love having my way.” “i love when you have your way.” he murmurs, his palms cradling your cheeks. “i want you to always have your way when it comes to me. you’re a little brat, but you’re my brat.” “i’ve been demoted from baby to brat?” satoru chuckles. “believe it or not, it’s a promotion. you’re baby and a brat. you’re already spoiled to death by me.” “and i don’t always ask for it or enjoy it.” you note pointedly, eyeing him sideways. satoru looks at you skeptically. “so…we should return that miss dior perfume? the chanel, too?” you’ve may have finally started to come around to the idea of him buying things for you, even expensive things. as long as they served an adequate purpose. truthfully, he did it anyway, with or without request from you about it. it’s not as impulsive, frequent, or obsessive as before, which you relish in, but you really are spoiled to death. if your eyes linger on things for too long, satoru assumes you want it and doesn’t want to ask only to have you lie and say no, so he just gets it. now, you’ve asked him for something.

at the time, he was so shocked about it, he looked around to see if you were possibly speaking to someone else, actually. after a moment, he told you whatever it was, get it. get as much of it as you wanted. so for that one time, you did. ꒰ and you were very nervous when they rang up at just over $180. you looked at him to ensure it was okay, but he wasn’t paying attention, just smiling like a fool and borderline impatient to insert his card. ꒱ “don’t be absurd, ‘toru.” this drags a laugh out of him. “the two things i actually ask you for and you say you’ll return it? you’re a sick man.” he nods. “absolutely. now, undo my belt for me, will you, baby? we have some time, but not too much, and we have so much to do.” he runs his thumb across your lower lip, exactly what he does when he’s going to make you put your mouth on it. he thinks your lips are prettiest with his dick between them, and you agree. you put your mouth around his thumb and take it into your mouth instead, sucking on the tip of it. he groans as he watches you do it.

“let me tell you my itinerary for right now, baby.” you start. “you’re gonna put me on the dresser, just like you had me on your desk this morning. you’re gonna hold my hips and fuck me right there.” “but when i’m ready to cum, you’re gonna get down on your knees and let me fuck your throat. you’re gonna swallow it, because we’re in a hurry and you know i don’t want to clean up. then i’m getting a second taste of you. and lastly, you’re definitely going to have to fix your hair, but you’re going to have to do it while i fuck from the back.” you wipe your mouth because you’re quite literally drooling. “i thought this was my itinerary.” “it is, baby. it’s your world. i’m just adding footnotes.“ “fine, but only because i like them.” your fingers are fumbling to get his belt open and to pull it out of the loops. when you’re done, you look up to him, waiting on him to tell you what to do next. but he doesn’t. his jeans and boxers come off almost instantly. he tilts your chin up and kisses you, and then sticks his tongue right into your mouth, swirling his all over yours, even sucking on the tip of it, which instantly makes you moan in his grasp. “dresser.” he says. of course, you understand it’s a command, an order. so you scurry off the bed, padding across the room and standing by the dresser. when he comes behind you, he picks up your body and places you on its surface. he looks over you, licking his lips in anticipation. “no way i’ll ever get over you.” he says decidedly. “not a chance in hell.” “i know.” you respond. “even if you did…i’d bring you back. let’s be clear, baby. even if you don’t want me, you have me. i’m more of a forever type of problem.” satoru’s moan is strangled. “c’mere. and tilt up a little for me, baby.” you do as you’re told and tilt up just enough so he can slide in. he won’t have an issue doing so. you’re so wet, he hums in pleasure when you open your legs. you’re always ready for him. if you’re not, he’ll probably be crushed. his fingers are sliding up and down the seam of your folds. and slowly, he dips a finger just into the entrance of you. now you’re whimpering, watching him smile at you, pretty eyes so full of pride. he pulls his finger out and pops it into his mouth right in front of you, then comes back with two. “‘toru,” you sigh, head lulling back. “all you’ve been today is good. phenomenal. handled all the chaos so well. made time for me to have lunch with you. now, you’re this fucking wet for me before we even start playing? baby, you’ve been a fucking star today.” you moan, feeling him massage your entrance with two of his fingers. you try to speak, but each time you part your lips, a moan escapes you. “you’re a spoiled fucking brat, but you’re spoiled because you’re always such a good girl for me.” you feel him lining his member up with your entrance, one hand gripping your hips for some minor support. and when he slides inside of you, you both let out two moans that could genuinely be mistaken for harmonization. “see?” he pants, using both of his hands to grip you as he slides in and out of you with ease. “so ready for me…fuck, you’re…so wet, baby.” “always ready for you.” you start to whine. “faster, ‘toru.” “anything you want, baby.” when his speed picks up, so does his panting. his fingers dig into your hips, holding on tight while he rams into you, sharp breaths between his moans. “mmmph…the best pussy…the best pussy. so, fucking wet for me. ahh,” his moan is drawn; his head goes back. “fuck, tell me who this pussy belongs to.” every time he slides in and out of you, you mewl. he adds pressure on your clit and softly circles his fingers around it, your voice rising an octave. “it’s yours, satoru. all of me. i’m yours.” you promise. “fuck, you’re so fucking good to me. you’re so good to your pussy.”

“yeah, baby?” he reaches one hand up and palms your breast, playing with your hard nipples. “you belong to me? my little play thing?” “yeah, i belong to you.” his grip gets tighter, and you know he’s getting closer. “your tight, little pussy. all yours.” he pulls out abruptly. “fuck, get on your knees, baby. it’s time to remind me how perfect your mouth is. come taste your pussy on me.” you reach for him, grabbing. your legs are too sore to just jump down. “fucking cute,” he breathes, eyes melting. he picks you up and places you back on the floor. “knees, pretty girl.” you drop down instantly and he smiles, pressing his dick to the line of your lips, and you open to let him in. he starts slow, enjoying the feeling your mouth sucking him in over and over. then his pace abandons all tender sentiment, chasing his high instead. “this mouth, this perfect fucking mouth, i’m gonna fucking cum.” he holds your head down and you feel his warm streams of cum filling up your mouth. knowing he’s very likely to check, you swallow the thick liquid in one, big gulp when he pulls out. his cock glistens with the wetness of your mouth. “open up, baby. let me make sure you did what you were told.” looking up at him, you open your mouth. “so good for me. every fucking time. mkay, up. time to cum on my tongue, baby.” you shake your head. “we’re running out of time.” “no way,” he groans, utterly shocked. he looks at his watch. “fuck, are you kidding me? i’m already late. i’m trying to eat you out before my meeting.” you giggle and stand to your feet. “later this evening, i suppose. we’ll have all the time in the world.” “okay, baby,” he sighs. “by the way, will you wear that black pencil skirt i like and a white blouse tonight? please? i’m going for sexy librarian helps hopeless nerd.” you snort a quick laugh. “yeah, whatever you say, baby.” you receive a kiss to your temple for your obedience. “good girl. also, i was looking at something for you. it’s a bit expensive, but i want to get it for you because i want you to have the best of everything.” “what is it, baby?” a dramatic and exaggerated sigh. the way he smiles when you don’t immediately protest melts your heart, honey oozing in your gut, but you won’t ever full-on deny him again. you kind of like being his spoiled little brat. you won’t tell him that, though, or you fear the gifts will be endless. “i know you really like your planner, but i read that tablets are incredibly useful as a planner, maybe even a little easier. we can get you the pen and everything to go with it.” you remember that megumi had mentioned how digital planning was much more convenient. you disagree. if it broke and the information wasn’t backed up, you’d lose all of your efforts of organization, but satoru wants to give you a gift he genuinely thinks will help you. he isn’t trying to get you something expensive just to get it. it’s a thoughtful gift. it’s his endeavor to let you know he supports you wholeheartedly. everyone thinks you’re a fool for bothering with university if you’re only going to major in anthropology and be married to one of the richest men from one of the richest families in the country, but satoru thinks anything you want to do is exactly what you should do. he’ll root for you regardless. he’s always going to be the loudest cry of encouragement you hear. him being the only cry doesn’t hurt at all. it holds you on days when you look around you and question the authenticity of your own existence. you smile. “hmm. okay, ‘toru.” “yeah?” he asks happily, a fond smile taking over his lips. “no objections?” a shake of your head. “i’m a spoiled brat now. i let my husband spoil me senselessly.” “mine,” he says in response, arms wrapping around your waist. “will give you anything you want. just ask me. love gettin’ you things, but love it more when you let me fulfill a personal request.”

“okay…” you agree. “i’ll…work on getting more comfortable asking. you know how i feel about spending money on frivolous things.” “when you asked me to buy you those perfumes, i felt so good being able to step up and get it for you, to take care of any need you had. you’re mine. my forever girl. my spoiled little brat. my baby. my responsibility. if i’m your husband, tell me when you want anything. please, okay?” you nod. “mrs. gojo will make sure mr. gojo is aware of all her desires so they may be promptly fulfilled.” as soon as you finish, his palms are holding your cheeks and leaning down to give you a chaste but tender kiss. “you don’t know how much that just made my heart melt in my chest.” “are we not married?” you ask playfully. a slow and thorough kiss, one that feels like spring the way everything inside of him blossoms to life in a breath and a beat. “we are.” “then why are you acting surprised?” your raised brow and gentle swaying. satoru shakes his head. it’s not shocking in the slightest, just an eruption of unconditional, unyielding love that explodes and seeps and melts everything into a blissful pool of his own adoration. “m’not surprised at all. just really fuckin’ in love.” with a smile, you lean into him. “me, too, ‘toru.”

tags: @houseofsolisoccasum <33

content: hard and soft thoughts, extremely suggestive (18+), dad!cheol

Thinking about Choi Seungcheol and how both of you have ridiculously high sex drives and can't keep your hands off of each other especially at the beginning stages of your relationship.

How both of you would be the type to jump each other as soon as they come home, and even more so after the times where either of you are traveling and couldn't see each other for extended periods of time.

How you'd always find ways and excuses to push the limits and do it anywhere anytime. Birthdays? You're at it as soon as the clock hits midnight. Anniversaries? So many weekend getaways where you two hardly leave the bed. New hairstyle? Of course you pounce on him to show him how good he looks. Bad day? He will literally take the day off to worship you in every way imaginable.

How you two gain sort of a reputation amongst the members. Whenever you get invited along for group trips, everyone has to play a game to pick rooms and losers will always take the room next to yours where they're submitted to all sorts of noises throughout the night.

How the members ask him out of pure curiosity how often he actually gets lucky and are in jaw-dropping shock at his smug response of “every day if possible. sometimes more than once.”

How even after years of being together, there's always something new to try because he loves spoiling you with spicy gifts and lingerie whenever he can.

How one year when Father's Day comes around, you finally ask the question if he wants to be a real daddy. It doesn't take long before he's all over you again, determined to put a baby in you.

How emotional he gets when you tell him that the tests came out positive, with a newfound determination to dote on you more than he has in his entire life for the next 9 months.

How giddy he'd be going shopping for all things baby related. He will stop at nothing to ensure his kid gets the best things in life, doing hours of research with you on what products are safest and most highly rated for new parents.

How absolutely SPOILED ROTTEN his kid would be by his 12 godfathers. Emergency childcare wouldn't even be an issue in your household with a dozen competitive men all trying to win uncle of the year.

How despite all the anxiety and doubt that comes with being a first time parent, he knows it will all be ok because he has you by his side.

windbreaker x reader - sakura, suo, sugishita, kiryu, ume + togame AS DADS 🤍🤌🏻

(warning - mentions of bio kids/birth/nursing + etc!)

HARUKA SAKURA - goes from the panicked dad to the dad who can handle five children at once...

His first year of parenthood is mainly... chaos. It's him struggling to change a diaper with less than six baby wipes. It's him going on patrol with spit up on his shirt. It's falling asleep as soon as his head his the pillow, barely any spare moments left in the day to spend with you without baby by your sides.

His third year of parenthood, however? His third year has him with two kids on his hip and one hanging off his back, all while he's in the kitchen warming up bottles and scrambling eggs for lunch with enough time once everyone's down for a nap for him to sneak you into your bedroom to spend a surprise hour under the sheets.

It doesn't matter if the kids are his or not, he runs his household like a preschool military... even if, at the end of the day, he can't tell you how he managed to do it. Sakura always knows where every kid is stationed in the house, what they're all doing and want to do next, and who needs a meal or a nap or anything in between. It's like he's psychic of sorts, because one kid could just be popping out of their bedroom and he'd already have their milk and afternoon snacks at the ready.

He's also a miracle at handling fights and spats, able to sit down every single child involved and help them talk it out before making them apologize. It's almost as though he was made to be a dad... if his main purpose on earth wasn't already... fighting people?

(It makes sense, though; he's grown to be such a peace keeper.

That being said, just because he can handle five kids at once doesn't mean they can handle him. He can really be Mr. Tough Love sometimes, especially to kids that aren't his own and don't yet know he means everything with love.)

(Also, he will jog around the neighborhood with a stroller lmao, or power walk with the youngest on his back. The neighborhood ladies LOVE him. Keep him locked up for his own safety. Eventual dilf.)

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HAYATO SUO - the dad to an extremely fussy baby...

Suo being the type of man that he is (and has always been)... you never would've guessed that one of the few things able to sway such an infallible man could be his very own baby.

That first year after your... very expressive... daughter is born is mostly spent with Suo in shambles. Neither of you are sure if it's just the lack of sleep and all the other emotions that come with being a first time dad that are making him so flustered when he can't figure out why she's crying or what she wants... or if your daughter really is just that powerful to have the almost-always-unfazed Suo so pissed at a piece of broccoli for simply existing under his daughter's nose.

Every patrol around town or date night or time spent without your daughter on his lap is time he spends PONDERING how he can master the whole... "being a good dad" thing. One of the few things he's not able to immediately master and pull off with grace.

He eentually gets the hang of it though, once his kids grow into their security and start acting just like him.

(For every kid you have, there's at least a year spent like this. No matter how much he's learned or how easy it becomes for him to read his children, it's like the process resets as soon another bugger shows up.

Of course, all his kids are born fussy because HE was a fussy baby. But don't tell him that.)

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KYOTARO SUGISHITA - the "go get my wallet" dad...

Like all the time he spent in Ume's garden during his youth, when Sugishita becomes a dad, the best way he knows how to spoil his girls is by investing every single spare moment of his time at their side... and heeding every. single. one of their requests.

As soon as they're old enough to walk (and no longer need him carrying them around everywhere, which he is devastated about, btw)... he's not only trailing behind them everywhere, but also insisting they get whatever their little hearts could desire.

...which sometimes means he's secretly pulling out his wallet and paying off the employee at the zoo to let them stay another hour after their tickets expire... and sometimes means he's coming home from the grocery store with three extra bags of snacks and four, brand new toys.

(This indulgence of his does not go away even as they age. If his daughters want a caviar bento every day for lunch, they're getting that caviar bento no matter what. No matter the cost. No matter the labor. And yes, before you ask, he makes their lunches too.)

Discipline also doesn't really exist for this guy, it's lowkey embarrassing because YOU WOULD THINK it would, wouldn't you?

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MITSUKI KIRYU - the dad whose kid ends up wearing mad drip to day care...

You know those memes that sometimes come around that are like... "hispter" or "swaggy" baby? Kiryu ends up with one of those, sort of... unintentionally, even if the outfits don't stop when you point out how much needless concern he has for his son's fashion.

(It's not even that he's trying to make your child is fashionable... it's just how naturally good he is at buying clothes; he always comes home from the department store with a whole ensemble rather than just the two or three pairs of shirts and pants you asked for.

It's a little... self-conscious-making, honestly... to walk into a preschool with the nicest dressed toddler in tow, wearing clothes even he doesn't care about, and that are obviously going to get dirty the second he starts playing in the dirt (which he does, practically the second you let go of his hand. He's a wanderer, lol.)

Not that Kiryu cares a thing about your baby making a mess in his specially chosen, mini flannel (not that I need to say so, but he does his share of laundry)... but when all the other kids are in regular leggings and Minecraft t-shirts... it's definitely sort of funny that yours wears baby converse and button-ups.

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HAJIME UMEMIYA - picture man dad

Not only does Ume have pictures of all his kids happiest moments and biggest milestones, he has pictures of every second in between:

Pictures from between your legs of your baby literally being born, videos of the next one crowning. Pictures of your kid's first poop, or of their diaper rash from when he panicked and tried to emergency contact your doctor. Pictures from the first night they slept in their big kid beds, to pictures of their first (and worst) pimples.

He's lowkey (highkey) a vlog dad without the youtube channel; similarly, he also tries to record everything. Birthdays, sibling fashion shows, nighttime routines, wake-ups on holidays, fights, YOU NAME IT, he's pulling out his phone.

You honestly wouldn't think he does anything with the pictures but sometimes you find him asleep in bed just going through everything... he loves his kiddos that much <3

(He never forgets to take pictures of you both, either. Mostly you, but also some of the moments you're together, like your outfits or when you're on a date. He wants to be able to hold on to his memories forever, and give his kids something to remember you both by when they grow up.)

(Almost everyone has him muted on social media too except for Sugi lmaooo because he posts way. too. many. pictures and writes 500 word captions even over something as small as a lost tooth...)

(And lmao, he has at least one kid who is always ready to strike a pose, and in fact, does strike a pose whenever there's a camera out.)

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JO TOGAME - the most hands-on father who will NOT put his child down...

For Togame... fatherhood essentially turns him into a willing jungle gym... likely due to the fact that when your baby was first born, he happily took on the night feeds and changings and often fell asleep in the armchair right next their crib just waiting for the next time he could hold them...

But you know those dads you sometimes see out in public, who play with their kids the way they'd play with a monkey? No sooner than he's finally able to is he holding your child up on his shoulders or swinging them around by the ankles like a sack of potatoes every time they're together; causing you to have a heart attack whenever you witness it, and everyone in the general vicinity with a shitty partner to ask how you "got him to be so involved with raising with your kids."

(Of the two of you, he's actually the one who gets antsy when people who aren't close to either of you ask to see or touch the baby. He's the one who hovers cautiously when his cousins pester you about letting them have a turn holding the baby, or when another relative makes a joke about you hiding them from family when you just went off to nurse in private. He is Pissed and is not afraid to express that lmao.)

It's really a blessing and a curse... because on one hand it's sooo sweet to watch them together... but then on another, your child is just, if not more, clingy than him... and cries louder than any other kid in the room when Togame finally lets go of the hug on their first day of preschool.)

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Thank you for reading!