do u ever walk from a social interaction like damn. this is why i keep my mouth shut most of the time
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shoto was thoroughly confused when you barged into the house, quickly kissed him on the cheek, and told him to wait in the living room while you hurried up the stairs, arms full of shopping bags.
he blinked slowly, deciding to sit patiently until you came back down.
five minutes passed, and he heard the sound of your footsteps pitter-pattering down the stairs. you appeared in the living room, dressed in a short, white sundress with a cherry print, paired with a red cardigan.
you gave him a bright smile, spreading your arms wide. “what do you think, sho? it’s cute, right?” you giggled, clearly excited.
shoto blinked again, his eyes slowly raking over your figure. he observed how the dress hugged your curves just right, the playful cherry print adding to the charm. paired with your radiant smile? oh yeah, it’s perfect.
without a word, he stood up and extended his hand to you. you took it, a bit confused, tilting your head like a curious puppy hearing a new sound for the first time. shoto then gently twirled you around, letting him take in the dress from every angle, his gaze soft but intense.
when you completed the twirl, you faced him with a lovely smile. “shoto?… do you like it?” you asked, feeling a bit nervous under the weight of his focused stare.
he met your eyes and replied straightforwardly, “i like it on you.”
his words, simple and sincere, made your heart flutter. you stepped closer, your hands resting on his chest as you looked up at him, the warmth in his gaze making you feel cherished.
“you have good taste,” he added, a rare, soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “but i think it’s your smile that makes the dress perfect.”
you couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “you always know what to say,” you murmured.
“only for you,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. you rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
“so,” you began, your voice playful, “should i go try on the rest?”
shoto chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “if it means i get to see you smile like that again, then yes.”
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18+ mdni; gn!reader
mmmmm imagine satoru fucking you in front of a mirror, right.. he's holding you flush to him, his hips ramming into yours at such a tasty fucking pace oh, it feels so good. and then he goes to grab your chin to make you look at him through the reflection, thinking that he's going to see you unravel right then and there but no, no – your eyes meet his and satoru knows that you're not his plaything.
he's yours.
your lips strech into a pretty little smile, pupils blown wide as you coo at him when his hips stutter. he swears under his breath, his cock twitching inside you – you tease him for slowing down, you tempt him with your sticky words.
"c'mon, pretty boy, don't you wanna make me feel good? don't you wanna come inside, don't you wanna fill me up?"
his head is dizzy, but he'd rather die than to refuse anything you ask of him. it doesn't even matter that you're mocking him, that you're just trying to push his buttons – that only motivates him more. he wants to make you proud and he wants to take care of you. and if doing those things means that he gets to be your toy, than so be it. he fucking loves it.
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